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The Variant Uprising Members entered the helicopters while some stayed outside to keep an eye on the enemies until Vega and the others arrived.
Through the tunnel that Henrik had made, Lucifer, Caen, and the others started advancing towards the helicopters that were waiting for them on the other end of the tunnel.
"Caen," Vega said as he raised his left hand towards Caen while walking right beside him.
Caen, understanding the gesture, returned the two books and the diaries to Vega.
"How are you feeling now? Your leg."
After receiving the books, Vega looked at Lucifer and asked a few questions regarding Lucifer's health.
Lucifer was moving without using his legs. It seemed as if he was floating in the air as he advanced forward. As for his leg, it had also healed for the most part.
As for his muscles and tissues, they had also healed mostly, and he was looking more like a human and less like a zombie now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis long silver hair had also grown back to their usual size.
"I am fine," Lucifer replied as he glanced at his legs and his body.
"That's better. Though I must say, the Cardigan Particles worked just as expected. Everything else is destroyed, that jacket, the t-shirt, and everything but the pants are still intact and looking like new," Vega said, smiling.
Lucifer was bare-chested, but the pants were still intact, which he also realized. Even though the pants survived by transferring the damage to him, that wasn't bad.
In any case, if the pants hadn't transferred the damage to his legs, his pants would have been destroyed, and the damage would still have affected his legs after that.
So not being destroyed while decreasing the damage was much better than being destroyed to stop the damage entirely for a moment and then leaving him without any protection.
"Yeah. These are good. If these weren't here, my gloves would have been destroyed as well," Lucifer responded as he used his hands to bring out the Gloves from the pocket of his pants that were still intact.
He wore the gloves in his hands once again.
"Yeah. Keep the gloves safe," Caen said.
Lucifer's legs were completely healed by now, and he had stopped flying as he landed on the ground and continued walking.
As the calm returned, Caen got back to his subtle influencing.
"Anyway, you saw their actions, right? They claim to fight for balance, but that Xander didn't think twice before he killed all those innocent kids while trying to kill you. And even after all that, they had no regret on their faces," Caen said.
"Just like that, if there were human kids there instead, you would have seen all of them crying. I'm sure of that. But only because the ones who died were Variants, no one cared."
"That's why APF and all other so-called Variants had become. Slaves of humans. It's such a pity that we couldn't save these young Variants. They finally had a chance of freedom, but that Xander and APF took it from them. "
"You did good by killing him. I'm proud of you. You're such a new addition to our family, but you have even killed one of the APF Leaders. Soon, you'll become a Warlock King."
As Caen started talking, his team members also chimed in, talking bad about APF while praising Lucifer.
It was wrong to say that it didn't have the smallest bit of effect on Lucifer. He was actually believing their words. And from what he saw, he had no reason to doubt their words.
Vega was occasionally glancing at Lucifer, seeing his violet eye that had once again become bluer. The violet now was so subtle that one had to look carefully from close up to see it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe had many questions in his mind, but he knew that he was not going to get the answers from out of thin air.
He needed to investigate himself. Where was Lucifer born? What happened that day? And how many strange things happened around him in his first five years of life. All these questions were important to know if this one blue and one violet eye meant something special or was it just a horrifying coincidence.
Because if it was true and not a coincidence, they had only two options. One was to kill Lucifer right now. And the other option was to make him appreciate them so much that he actually started thinking about them like his family so that when the time comes, the Variant Uprising won't go extinct.
He had previously thought that Lucifer was a normal kid, but he awakened his powers because of his parents. He was already an anomaly because of waking up with so many powers, but that wasn't impossible, so it didn't bring any suspicions on Vega's face previously.
He hadn't researched about Lucifer's past beyond his time in the facility. Now he knew that it was a must before it was too late.
Moreover, they also needed to be more careful since the APF was now going to be after Lucifer like a bloodhound, not to capture him but to kill him.
And if it wasn't because Lucifer had killed Xander or because he was working for the Variant Uprising but because of this revelation about the eyes.
The eyes that were last seen in the Great War when Dungeon Dwellers had appeared for the first time. The legend of the eyes that was seen as a myth by most of the people but only the ones that actually saw it that day knew the truth.
In the Great War, many of them had taken part, but only a few of them had seen these eyes.
As for the ones that had seen it, there were only six of them at that time. Varant, Zale, Clarisse, Zeiss, Raia, and one more Variant.
While Varant, Zale, Clarisse, Zeiss, and Raia didn't talk about this thing, the sixth person spoke, and that was how this story spread amongst a certain group of people.