An Undeserved Calamity

At the Boon Orphanage.

Qin Yiguan stared at the oil painting in front of him, clicked his tongue, tilted his head, and examined it carefully for a long time.

Immediately.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the chubby, honest-looking six-year-old boy sitting in front of the easel.

"Wu Daniu, can you tell Brother Qin what you've drawn?"

Wu Daniu sniffled. "Brother Caregiver, this is a masterpiece full of artistic flair and thought-provoking ideas."

Wu Daniu stretched out his chubby hand and pointed to the central part of the oil painting, where the crisscrossing black lines were basically just randomly scribbled.

"This is a pile of withered plum blossoms."

Qin Yiguan, dressed in a white Caregiver uniform, nodded. "Hmm... I see, it looks very much like it."

Wu Daniu sniffled again and pointed to the lower part of the oil painting.

It should be a human figure, in the shape of a large character, with miscellaneous black lines drawn on its limbs and torso.

Wu Daniu said in a deep voice, "This is a man, dressed in black. He has a rich life experience, but his enemies pierced his limbs with steel nails, and twelve steel nails pierced his torso. His heart, lungs, spleen, and even his large intestine were pierced into nine sections. Moreover, those steel nails would rotate automatically, turning his large intestine into a nine-turn intestine."

"Wow."

Qin Yiguan was forced to nod repeatedly, "It's truly evocative."

Wu Daniu smiled. "Brother Caregiver, the meaning I want to express with this work is that although this person was nailed to death, he was buried under withered plum blossoms, which is both tragic and beautiful, leaving much to the imagination and reaching a new height in the 'montage' technique."

Qin Yiguan stroked Wu Daniu's head and said gently, "This painting is really good. I'd give it 99 points. As for the last point... I think you should use red paint to add a little embellishment, that is, to make the plum blossoms bloom. That way, the whole painting will become very beautiful, and it will also have a good interpretation of the concept of 'burial,' after all, the flowers in front of the dead's graves are mostly in bloom."

Wu Daniu looked thoughtful. "But I don't have any red paint on hand."

Qin Yiguan was very patient, looking at Wu Daniu with gentle eyes, "Then go and look in other art studios."

"OK."

"I believe my oil paintings will reach a new level!"

Wu Daniu jumped off the chair and ran out of the room with a bouncy gait.

Only Qin Yiguan remained in the painting studio.

He stared at the somewhat grotesque oil painting before him and sighed softly, "Poor children."

Immediately.

Qin Yiguan began tidying up the messy art studio.

They gathered up the paintbrushes the children had scattered everywhere, carefully wiped up the paint splattered all over the place, straightened each table and chair, and filled the children's water bottles with cooled boiled water.

This is Boon Orphanage.

Twelve years ago, Qin Yiguan became an orphan and was sent here by Officer Wang, where he settled down.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Yiguan had grown to be eighteen years old.

The orphanage doesn't accept adults, and Qin Yiguan is about to lose his eligibility to stay there.

But on that same day, he suddenly made a decision: he decided to stay and become a Caregiver.

She works, lives, and takes care of the children here at the same time.

Therefore, his life trajectory changed dramatically. He did not move to the nearby Rust City, nor did he venture out to make a living. Instead, he became an unknown and unremarkable orphanage Caregiver.

Qin Yiguan had already been working here for seven months.

He was wearing a white Caregiver uniform and his favorite white baseball cap.

He enjoys taking care of these orphans; this kind of life makes him feel very fulfilled, meaningful, and valuable.

only.

Although the orphanage has moved into the Metaverse, the children's mental illnesses still linger.

For example, Wu Daniu just now, this child suffers from a kind of [delusional disorder], and there is no clear name for it yet, so it can only be classified as [bloody delusions].

Therefore, the oil paintings drawn by this six-year-old child are almost all of various kinds of bloody corpses.

Moreover, the child himself didn't notice anything unusual; he just thought it was reasonable and beautiful. He looked at these corpses much like other children looked at cartoon characters like Peppa Pig or Mickey Mouse.

However, on the other hand...

Normal children, under the guidance of their parents and teachers, might draw strange lawns, dense balloons, distorted Ferris wheels, or a severely disproportionate version of themselves walking a small dog.

These drawings all look very childish, even idiotic.

But the teachers and parents saw this as perfectly reasonable, believing that this was how a child's world should be.

In fact.

The teachers and parents are the ones who are naive.

Because he simply doesn't understand what the child is thinking.

Qin Yiguan slowly wiped the table.

Wu Daniu's paintings are, at least, the most genuine reflection of his inner self.

But no matter what, he was an outcast in the eyes of the world, a child with mental problems.

He is a child abandoned and despised by this society.

Just like my past self.

Wasn't I myself brought up here because of various mental illnesses?

Now, Qin Yiguan has become Caregiver here. She empathizes with these children and puts in 200% effort to care for them.

After tidying up the entire studio, Qin Yiguan was covered in sweat.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He took off his white baseball cap and fanned himself to cool off.

Click.

The studio door was pushed open.

But then a strange figure slowly walked into the house.

The figure was wearing a doctor's white coat and was less than 1.5 meters tall, but its head was at least three times the size of an average person's. The head was hairless, smooth, and shiny. From a distance, the figure looked like an upside-down roly-poly toy.

"Hehe."

"Hello."

"I'm Aoke."

The Big Head man smiled gently at Qin Yiguan and said, "Doctor Aoke."

"Aoke doctor?"

Qin Yiguan was slightly taken aback. "You're a psychologist, right? Is it one of the children in the hospital who needs a follow-up appointment?"

"No, no, no."

The Aoke waved his hands repeatedly, smiling, and said, "It's not some child, it's you, Caregiver Qin Yiguan from Multiverse 013. It's time for you to get a diagnosis."

"Metaverse?"

"Number 013..."

Qin Yiguan, dressed in Caregiver's uniform, looked extremely puzzled. "Doctor, what are you talking about?"

"Never mind."

It would be complicated to explain to you.

The Aoke slowly rolled up the sleeve of his white coat on the right. "And even if you understand the Metaverse, it won't matter, because you're about to die."

But then, at this moment...

A sophisticated technological device was visible on the Aoke's arm.

The rear half of the device was a blue liquid tank, containing an unidentified blue liquid that rippled slightly.

The Aoke performed a simple procedure on the patient's arm.

laugh...

The blue liquid vanished rapidly, instantly vaporizing and filling the entire studio.

Before that, the Aoke put on a mechanical mask that gleamed with a technological luster.

It was only a fraction of a second.

Qin Yiguan then felt a severe dizziness in his brain, and his strength seemed to be rapidly drained from his body.

He lost his balance and knelt down on the side of the drawing table, stubbornly bracing himself against the edge with his arms.

"So easy."

But then, the doctor, Aoke, approached Qin Yiguan with a faint smile. From the mechanical device on his arm, a syringe filled with green liquid popped out.

The Aoke remained calm, flicked the syringe to collect the air bubbles at the top, and then squeezed the air out of the syringe.

He then reached out and gently wiped Qin Yiguan's neck with his finger.

then.

He very slowly and casually injected the unknown liquid into Qin Yiguan's neck.

Qin Yiguan's eyes widened, his Pupil visibly dilated, and beads of sweat instantly covered his forehead.

Splash!

The paint on the table was knocked to the ground by Qin Yiguan.

With a thud, Qin Yiguan's body also fell face down, straight down!

But then the Aoke gently touched the blue device on his ear.

"Report to the Ao Council."

"Report on the Core Aoke."

"Multiverse 013, Caregiver Qin Yiguan."

"Already dead."