Chapitre 109: Chapter 105 You're Late

Chris hated speaking.

He could remember memories dating back to his infancy, although not as clear as Byrne's "Profound Memory," he still remembered how vicious the idle chatter of those around a baby could be.

They all thought their malice and hypocrisy were unseen.

Language, most of the time, can't accurately express the human heart; more often, it's used for lies.

Of course, he also remembered the night when the Lord of the Lost saved him and his sister Irene.

That moment, Chris too heard Its voice.

It was not a human language but something much greater, an untouchable supreme voice.

After transforming into the filthy and foul-smelling "Liam," he began to work in the mines under the watch of the guards, endlessly busy with work.

In the pitch-dark mine, there were many who descended to mine, and the miners were all extremely exhausted; it was a very dangerous area where death could occur at any moment.