"Sorry, old man Conquest. You've behaved very well lately, but we still need to transfer you. Please cooperate.
If you have any last words... pah, anything you want to tell us, say it now."
Inside the upscale nursing home, Zuo Ci spoke to Conquest while holding the enormous Noise Guitar.
With the Glove destroyed, the power that should have faded slowly had instead returned at tremendous speed to its original owner, Conquest.
That had forced Zuo Ci to end his little experiment.
Everyone in the nursing home had already been evacuated, and the Global Defense Agency had taken over the site. The Global Guardians, including Zuo Ci, had all come along just in case.
But clearly, Cecil had overreacted a little.
Because Conquest had never even considered resisting.
Looking around the deserted nursing home, Conquest merely sighed forlornly. Then, like a genuine old man nearing the end of his life, he slowly walked over and held out his hands to be cuffed.
"I understand. You can take me wherever you want.
But... but if possible, I hope you'll let me see my friends occasionally."
In Conquest's long life, his days at the nursing home had amounted to little more than the blink of an eye.
But that brief time, that tiny sliver of his life, had changed him completely.
Conquest had once been bloodthirsty. Everyone thought he loved killing, himself included.
Only now did he understand that he hadn't liked killing at all. He had simply hated being lonely, and the loneliness had driven him so close to madness that he had resorted to slaughter to vent his feelings.
But this place, this world so beautiful it hardly seemed real, had healed him and shown him what he truly loved.
Unfortunately, he had realized it a little too late...
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