Inadvertently, a dazzling ball of light suddenly appeared in the sky.

The bright light ball, almost as bright as the daylight appeared, attracted Camus, who was staring at the little girl with long blue hair.

"That, that's a colonial satellite?!!!!"

The fire ball that cut through the sky almost covered the rolling smoke that was about to cover up the entire sky, and the huge artificial cylinder slowly rolling in the blazing flames.

This familiar scene is not unfamiliar to Camus.

The only strange thing is that this colonial satellite, which should have been staying safely in space, was dragging the rolling flames and falling from the nine heavens to the earth.

The extremely terrifying scene immediately made Camus feel a little panicked.

After all, he hasn't experienced this scene yet.

"Boom!!"

There were roars from the sky. After the huge colonial satellite drew a straight line covering the sky, it fell towards the distant horizon.

Until, a huge light rose in the distant horizon, and the shocking roar of music that could be heard.

"The colonial satellite fell?!" Camus looked at the clouds above the sky that were shaken by violent shock waves, and involuntarily remembered some of the deeds mentioned in the underground magazines I had read about the war in the year.

"Difficult, can I say that now, I am a year before the war?"

Suddenly, when Camus was shocked by the fall of the colonial satellite, a closer roar and a strong shock followed the attack on the peaceful small town.

"Boom!!"

The earth shook, the house collapsed, and panicked crowd rushed out of the house frantically.

On their face, there was panic.

In their hands, everything is the objects that they subconsciously want to protect when danger comes, as well as the hands of their relatives and children.

"This is an earthquake?!"

Unlike the panicked crowds around, this aggressive earthquake did not have any impact on Camus, and it was impossible to shake Camus' body.

However, Camus, who was born from colonial satellites and grew up as a human, has never experienced an earthquake for the inhabitants of the universe.

Camus, who was at a loss, could only see panicked crowds running back and forth by him, falling, struggling, and making waves of cry for help.

At this moment, Camus heard a voice. Although the voice was very slight, Camus could immediately recognize the owner of the voice.

That was the little girl with long blue hair before.

As soon as Camus took a step, the surrounding environment suddenly changed. Camus came to a ruin. Behind Camus were collapsed houses.

"Are you okay?"

Camus ignored the house that collapsed around and began to show signs of fire, and in his eyes, there was only one person.

The little girl kneeling in front of the ruins.

The little girl's expression was dull and her eyes were unconscious, and she could not react to Camus's hands wiggling back and forth in front of her eyes.

Perhaps, Camus's existence is just an invisible phantom to the little girl and even to others.

"How could this happen?" Camus was more and more sure that the little girl in front of him was probably Feng, but he could not be sure whether the mysterious phenomenon of time retrospective occurred in the world he was in now.

"Bit!"

A sound of footsteps rang out.

"Hey!! There is one more here!! Hurry up! Take her out of this dangerous place!"

When Camus saw the two figures that appeared not far from the ruins, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, the little girl sitting in the ruins responded differently.

As soon as the two men in fire uniforms approached her, the poor little girl suddenly jumped from the ground and ran towards the other side of the ruins without turning her head.

The change was so fast that even Camus, who was standing next to the little girl, had no time to react.

"Hey!!! Wait!" As soon as Camus turned around, the surrounding environment changed again.

Ruins are still ruins.

However, the little girl who could only sit in front of the ruins with a dull face not long ago had turned into rags at this moment, wandering around the ruins weakly, looking for all the food that could be swallowed.

"Enough!!"

When Camus saw the little girl picking out a piece of bread from the ruins and preparing to put it in her mouth and swallow it, he finally couldn't help but reach out and hold the little girl's hand.

Because Camus clearly sees it.

Next to the bread, there is a rotten cat corpse. Such bread is absolutely impossible for humans to eat!!

However, no matter how Camus shouted or reached out to stop him, he could not stop the little girl who had reached the limit of hunger swallowing the bread on her hand that had been stained with some corpse water.

"No!!!"

Looking at the satisfied expression of the little girl's finally fullness, Camus's heart suddenly felt as if a knife had cut a deep and invisible wound.

"Why!!! Why!!! Do you want to treat her like this? Why?"

Camus knelt beside the little girl and pounded the ground hard.

In Camus' painful cry, the girl who had just been filled with her stomach was about to stand up and leave, but suddenly covered her stomach and fell to the ground.

"Oh no! That bread!!"

Needless to ask, Camus already knew the culprit.

However, no matter how Camus shouted or tried to pick up the little girl, the result was the same as before.

He can't do anything at all.

He could only watch the little girl rolling on the ground in vain.

This heart-wrenching feeling has been tangled in Camus' heart and has not been dissipated for a long time.

In this helpless and desperate observation, the surrounding environment changes again.

The little girl, who seemed to have been freed from the pain, found a pair of scissors from there, and was sitting on a shabby bench in the park, trying to see if the scissors in her hand were sharp.

"Difficult, is that?"

When Camus saw the scissors that were sharp enough to cut the little girl's fingers, he subconsciously rushed to the little girl's face again, trying to stop the little girl from doing stupid things with the scissors.

However,

The stupid thing that Camus imagined did not happen.

The sharp scissors did not prick the little girl's heart, but cut off the girl's long blue hair.

"Jing! From now on, my name is Jing!"

After cutting off her long hair, the little girl threw the scissors and the long hair in her hands into the pool of the park, leaving the park without looking back.

"King? Is this your name?"

Looking at the dry and neat short blue hair and the still tender but extremely familiar back, Camus finally confirmed the little girl's identity.

Beijing is Feng.

Not long ago, Camus met and fell in love with the girl he loved.

After confirming the little girl's identity, Camus calmed down and followed the little girl's footsteps, watching step by step what the little girl experienced after falling from the colonial satellite.

Chaos in the midst of war,

A refugee camp with sinister hearts,

The dirt-filled streets,

Human traffickers with good face and evil hearts,

There is also the weak heart that keeps trying to open your heart but is constantly betrayed.

Camus saw all this in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and it was even more heartbreaking.

He hates himself very much now.

Why, when Feng was betrayed, she couldn't rush up and give her a warm embrace, and could only watch all this happen?

Watching a little girl who has lost all her memories and can only rely on her survival instinct to struggle to survive in the war, she continues to suffer hardships.

"College! Is this the possibility?" Camus raised his hand and grabbed his heart tightly. "If it weren't for the gods, how could I have witnessed and experienced Feng's past with my own eyes?"

Under the sight of Camus, Feng, who suffered countless betrayals and began to give up on herself, was finally arrested by the police because of a conflict with the bad group and was eventually placed in the reformatory.

In this regard, Camus did not feel comforted that Feng, who had experienced countless disasters, was finally able to get a place to settle down.

Because, he knew that the next one would probably be the turning point in Feng's life.

In 0085, although Feng was very cautious in living in the Institute of Reaction, the excellent potential he showed inadvertently attracted the attention of the Murasu Institute, one of the Earth Federation Army New Human Research Institute.

Feng was taken to the Village Rain Research Institute.

At this point, the anger in Camus's heart was ignited again.

Feng was not saved.
To be continued...