Entering a dark comic with all the villains, I became the only cannon fodder without superpowers.
The system asked me to pretend to be a villain to save my life, but I chose to bandage the fighting beasts and deliver food to the gloomy killer.
They mocked my kindness and treated me like a funny exotic animal.
Until the alien world invaded and the powerful enemy wanted to remove me as a weak point.
That day, the blood moon was in the sky. The villain leader whom I once handed milk to crushed his enemy's spine and said hoarsely: "Who gives you permission? Look at her?"
The lonely killer wiped the blood on the tip of the knife and smiled: "You scared us Nuan Nuan, how bad you are."
And the ultimate boss of the comic - the Yaksha who was so disgusted with the world that he wanted to destroy everything, locked me in his arms, and his power turned into a ring and put it on my fingertips.
He kissed my earlobe and laughed tremblingly:
"You cure all the madmen."
"Now, it's time to use your light to imprison me with your own hands."
Small Theater
Later, an iron rule spread in the dark world: You can touch anyone, but don't touch that ordinary girl without powers.
She is the tacit truth of all evil people... Pure Land and Reverse Scale.
