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At nearly three meters tall, Stiffer did not stand out in the City of Silver.
In a corner of the treatment center, after the newborn left the delivery room, he carefully collected a few drops of the angel's umbilical cord blood.
This blood of a mythical creature possessed extremely potent spirituality. Without someone to deal with it, everyone in the treatment center would have gone mad, lost control, and died when Ouroboros was born. Stiffer prevented all of this, allowing only a little spirituality to spill out and create a small-scale "reboot" in the City of Silver, restoring most of those in poor condition to a moment when they had been at their best.
Next, he would take Ouroboros away. He believed Colin Iliad would understand his actions and cover for him. The City of Silver had already received an angel's favor, and the Lord had descended to the earth. They should not ask for more. They needed to continue their devout ascetic practice, and one day they would be saved.
About an hour later, Mr. Skold returned to the ward with the child in his arms and handed him to his wife. Having just recovered a little strength, she held the child joyfully, murmuring "Praise the Lord," "Thank you," and similar words over and over.
"It really is you, my dear child..."
Mrs. Skold hugged the little angel in his swaddling tightly. With his white vernix washed off and his skin beginning to redden, this little child had come into the world covered in the blood of baptism. A faint scent of leather still lingered in his soft swaddling. Born to a devout, ordinary mother, he would inevitably return to heaven one day.
Over the long years, he had possessed many names: Ouroboros, Snake of Fate, Ouroboros, Snake