Chapter 22

The light of hope flared in No.11's glum eyes. His happiness was evident as he looked at Nelson. "Really?" The poor thing placed all his hopes in Nelson. The latter slowly ran a finger over his teeth and put on a fake smile. "Really." No.11 was so innocent—delicate, defenseless, and devoid of venom. It didn't take long for him to stir the dark tsunami hidden deep within Nelson's heart. He was gullible, too. He didn't notice anything amiss. Human civilization had evolved over millennia, while No.11, raised in an incubation tank, had encountered so few people. He was like a blank piece of paper—how could he possibly see the danger looming over him? Elara had been gentle and earnest with him, raising him with no guard against human nature. How could such an innocent creature understand the dark side of mankind and the world? He even grabbed Nelson's silver-white uniform like he was holding on to a life buoy. "Can… can you… send me… there?" Could Nelson send him to Elara's side? He w