A father and a hero were, after all, different roles. Perhaps the child's expectations had changed.
At that moment, the guidance Wen Xishu received was actually, "Please play your role as a hero."
This child's wish was so pure. It was not that she felt no sorrow. She was simply afraid of this world and had never dared to grieve.
Wen Xishu suddenly remembered that the last time he had seen such a peaceful, beautiful scene, with people basking in the sunshine on the streets... it had also been in a profoundly twisted world, one without "children."
In an apocalypse, seeing shattered cities might be getting off lightly. The most terrifying places were cities like this, normal on the surface.
Nini nodded solemnly.
"Then let's pinky swear. You'll definitely come back to see me, right?"
Wen Xishu smiled.
"I will. Let's pinky swear! A hero would never lie to you."
His large hand linked with her little one, and Wen Xishu made a solemn promise.
Playing a father meant fulfilling his daughter's wishes. And when his daughter's wish was for a hero to return-
Wen Xishu became that hero.
The instant he became a hero, countless images and pieces of information from this twisted city flooded into his mind.
These were the things a hero had to bear.
And the resolve he needed to loose that arrow.
Balance City, West District.
The stench filling the room made Nicole want to vomit.
"New here?" The man's voice carried a hint of mockery.
Nicole nodded.
"Sorry... could you tell me what's going on here? Why am I here?"
The man had lost both legs and sat in a wheelchair. His lower body was stained with urine; the stench came from him.
As a disabled man, his loathing for