I travel around thousands of worlds as a "fruit taster" and gain strength by devouring the fruits of the world.
The organization said that she is the "seed of the world", and the bloody fruit condensed on her fingertips can save the withered time and space.
"Eat it," they ordered me, "at the cost of her life."
In the severe pain, I glimpsed the fragments of her memory embracing me.
>When the countdown reached zero, she smiled and said, "This time, it's me who will save you."
I smashed the life-saving cabin, and the blood fruit burned in my palms: "Who made the rules? I will change them!"
