Chapter 326
The moon girl, Alice.
The boy of the sun, Gram.
The two are perfect but not perfect.
Alice had a mental defect, and Gram was not a complete immortal.
“Ahhhhhhhh !!”
Gram screamed.
Already two days.
He suffered regeneration after six deaths by Alberts.
“It hurts! It hurts! Ahhhhhh! ”
A bathtub full of world water and various herbs. It was a treatment room applying the treatment method of yakcha.
Lyra stared at the space with huge walls and glass blocks.
“Three days forward …”
“Yes. In three days, the “seven times of regeneration” will be complete again. ”
Lyra Diablowa and Rich Gurmandie looked inside with sad eyes.
Grams can be reproduced up to seven times a day.
However, the number of regenerations is restored one day.
And it was accompanied by unimaginable pain during his recovery.
“What I Can Do…”
“No. It’s been the same every time. ”
Gurmandi hung up happily.
Lyra sighed.
Gram was a child of Jormungand.
Even if he is not a child of his own, the seed is His. Of course attachment could not go.
“Commander Kim Min-sik said. To use Ktuga, I need to eat that child. ”
“It’s not bad news. Anyway, gram plays seven times. Every time I play, everything is restored. ”
Right. Gram is regenerated even when the whole body is powdered.
It was more like a “turning back time” scene than a replay.
Miracle. The special power that only gram cannot explain with magic.
“Lyra. Anello is strong. You won’t be able to stop it without Ktuga’s help. ”
“I know. And if you tell this story to him, you’ll nod your head. I am afraid that I will take that child’s sacrifice for granted. ”
Gram was such a child. Exactly half chill and Jormun gandan half. Reckless, positive, not afraid of failure in everything.
It was only grams to laugh and turn over when the pain was over.
Perhaps it is because of Elise that I became the same personality as me. Elise’s fault is to think that he must support it is acting harder.
“Gourmandie. I am not qualified to be a parent. Or maybe I’m a demon that can’t help it. ”
“Lyra is doing well enough. Isn’t there a choice? For we must overcome. ”
Gurmandi spits heavily.
Had to win. At the moment of defeat, everything becomes “nothing.”
All death, his sacrifice.
I could not have left it that way.
‘If I could die on my behalf’
If so, it would have been a hundred times, a thousand times.
But it was too helpless to know that I could not. I was pathetic. In this case, what choice did he make?
“I will speak for myself. I myself … ”
I thought that was the minimum.