The sun sank in the west, above the ruins.
Including the little boy with black hair and black eyes, seven children in all were rescued from behind the steel door beneath these ruins.
The children were in very poor condition when they were brought up.
Some were unconscious with serious injuries, while others had severed hands or feet. The little boy who had crawled out was the least injured, but both his feet were broken.
Without timely treatment, they would have no future in this Apocalypse world where danger lurked on every side.
Ania could not bear it and decided to treat them.
A red-haired squad member spoke with a troubled expression.
"Captain, the Heroic Spirit Throne's rules say that apart from retrieving Heroic Spirits, we must not interfere with the past. Besides, we've already brought them out from beneath the ruins."
They had done all that kindness and duty demanded.
Ania shook her head at those words.
"Xu, you don't understand. Their world has already collapsed. I don't want their world to collapse a second time in the future because of their helplessness and self-loathing!"
"They really are pitiful. But Captain, in this era, children like them are far too common, and there are far too many. We can't save them all."
Another squad member tried to persuade her.
"That's true. But at least I want to save those right before my eyes."
Ania remained unmoved.
"But Captain, you need to understand that, given the nature of our work, we're very likely to encounter situations like this. If we save them this time, will we save them next time too?"
A squad member with a stern face sighed.
"No buts. I'll bear every punishment for any interference with the future this causes!"
Ania spoke firmly.
Then.
Without hesitation, she