"The world you live in is full of errors. It's hard to imagine how this pile of bizarre things can fit together and actually function." The boy did not care how many people had died. In his eyes, they might not even count as living beings. "I'm going to correct this world's errors. Their brains are barely useful."
The officers near the hospital bed were stunned by the boy's words. Such a young child, yet he had absolutely no reverence for life. He held everything in this world in equal contempt. No wonder he had been locked away in the deepest part of the Critical Care Ward.
"Save your corrections for the Police Station. You'll have plenty of time there." Xue Se instinctively disliked this almost perfect boy. His attitude toward life made Xue Se uncomfortable. Even if the boy really was a god, a god like this was not worth worshipping or following.
As he holstered his gun, blood mist drifted through Xue Se's eyes, and he glanced at the child's soul.
His pupils contracted, and his breathing faltered. Xu Huan, standing beside him, immediately noticed something was wrong and leaned closer. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Xue Se did not tell anyone that he had seen human faces crawling all over the child's soul. Countless faces, wearing all sorts of expressions, were embedded deep within it. He had never seen a soul like this before.
While he had been examining the boy's soul, every pair of eyes on it had been staring back at him. In that instant, he felt as though all his secrets had been exposed.
"You can't take him away! The New World will come! All errors will be corrected then!" the doctor shouted. But he was no match for the officers, and he too was put