The thoughts of the fairy tail follow your heart

"On the 11th, the experiment is about to begin, let's go."

A scientific researcher wearing a white coat and a white mask stood at the door of the room and knocked on the door.

The inner layers of the room are all wrapped in a milky-white substance, no light source can be found, but it is not dim, and it is very technological.But the whole room can be said to be empty, with only one single bed connected to the floor of the room.It is a bed, rather than a small platform raised from the ground. There is no bed sheet, no pillows, and no quilt on it. There is only a layer of soft cushions of special material connected to the bed.

"it is good"

A silver-haired young man lay on his back on the bed and gave a faint answer.

The boy didn't move after speaking, and waited quietly for the staff to walk over and lift his body and place him on the wheelchair. No.11 was so limp in the wheelchair and was slowly pushed out of the room.

This is a superpower research institute that is not known to the world. It is imprisoned. Yes, it is an exaggeration to describe it as imprisonment.There are all kinds of super-powers held by researchers here, collected from all over the world.

No. 11 is an experimental subject that has been brought here for research since childhood. It has complex mental powers such as mental power, perception, sixth sense, and hallucinations.

Soon No. 1 was pushed in front of a large instrument and put into the instrument like a doll.

"Focus on the liberation potion."

The staff nearby were busy communicating with each other.

...

"Minister, do you really want to conduct this experiment? After all, the technology is not mature yet, I'm afraid..."

After observing the glass window on one side, two people in white coats communicated.

"It's okay."

...

No. 11 was lying naked in an unknown liquid. Because he was injected with the medicine, his mind was no longer stiff, and finally there was a glimmer in his eyes.But on the 11th, there was no action, just lying quietly like this.

He has been in this laboratory since he was very young, and the only impression of his parents was that a woman showed a frightened expression at him, and that was probably his mother.

Loneliness, helplessness, pain...

I've been spending time in mental chaos and being researched. This is probably the main theme of the more than ten years of life on the 11th.

However, No. 11 himself does not have these concepts, because no one has taught him.He has only received some basic common sense education for the convenience of experiments, and they are all positive words like happiness and happiness. Although the 11th can't understand the meaning of these words, he doesn't care. There is no one at all. Talk to him, as long as he can understand specific nouns and verbs.

The crackling electric current stimulated No.11's brain nerves, and the bursts of pain made him twitch.

"The activation of the mental power of the brain domain is complete, on the 11th, release your mental power."

This process is executed almost every day on the 11th.In order to maximize the development of No. 11's mental power, the researchers here even artificially atrophy his muscle tissue so that he can only rely on mind power to move.

"The mental power reaches its peak, and the brain expansion plan is officially launched"

Observing behind the glass windows from a distance, Minister Minister supported the workbench with both hands, his face full of enthusiasm and excitement.

"No. 11, let me see the limits of the human brain!"

...

"Minister, successfully detected unknown brain data!"

"Very good, continue!"

"Minister, the area of ​​the unknown brain has been greatly expanded!"

"Very good, continue"

"Minister, the experimental body's mental power value has increased abnormally..."

"Haha, go on!"

"Minister, the life value of the subject is alert!"

"carry on!"

"Director, the instrument output is abnormal, and the mental decomposition solution is abnormally alert!"

"Go on...have not reached the limit yet!"

"minister……"

Rumble!!

...

"what,

No. 11 felt the flame burning on her body, thinking calmly, as if the flow of time had become slow.

"Is this state dying? It seems to be more painful than the experiment."

"Ah~If you really go to heaven after death, I really hope that it is not as empty as the professor said. I hope I can talk to people more where I want to...I hope to make friends..."

...

The Kingdom of Fiore is a permanently neutral country with a population of 17 million.It is also a magical world, and magic has become a part of people's lives.

The town of Magnolia is a magical commercial city with a long history in the Kingdom of Fiore

The orphanage of Cardia Cathedral is located in this town.

A small figure was lying in the mud in the corner, his body twitched, and there were a few small fuzzy shoe prints behind it.

"Puff~cough cough cough"

The small figure stood up fiercely, spit out the mud and sand in his mouth, and coughed violently.

"It hurts so much, is this heaven?"

The young man raised his head and looked around curiously.

But gradually, the boy's pupils dilated.A swarm of memories flooded into the boy's mind.

Compared with the huge mental power of the teenager, this short 10-year memory is like broadcasting a movie.

But for the teenager, this was the only movie he had ever watched in his life, and it became his entire knowledge of the world.

"Eleven...Eleven Bryan"

"Is this my name?"

Two lines of tears flowed down Eleven's cheeks.This short memory gave Eleven too much shock.

Happiness, happiness, anger, sadness...All kinds of emotions impacted Ileven's dry and blank heart.

It turns out that you can communicate with people with a smile.

It turned out to be yelling when I was angry.

It turns out that you can cry when you are sad.

It turns out that this is the feeling of being loved by parents...

"Wow~~"

Eleven lay on the ground and cried bitterly!For the first time in my life, I vent the emotions in my heart with crying.

"Heaven really exists! This feeling must be in heaven!"

The little figure lay in the mud, crying and laughing, feeling the unprecedented heat flow in his chest.

Thoughts are restless, feelings are rolling.

Little Eleven has never felt such a real existence, never felt so real that he is still alive, and for the first time so clearly found the definition of "self" in his heart.

"So I'm still alive!"

Eleven murmured to himself in tears, speaking a strange language.But it was the first time he knew that language could be so colorful.

"I'm not dead... So this is not heaven..."

Eleven turned over and lay in the mud, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds that he saw with his own eyes for the first time, dazzled by the sun for the first time.

I don't know when the faint smile appeared on his immature cheek accompanied by tears.

"This is a new life!"