I sat dumbfounded, not realizing how my expression was now. But I'm sure Tsukishiro will laugh out loud at me if he sees my current expression.

I began to recall a passage from the past.

Now I begin to think to myself in my heart, is everything I have done worth it or not? Great ambition, far-fetched goals, all my enthusiasm is focused on the White Room. Infinite greed took over my soul, I don't know when I gradually became alienated and became a bad guy like my father.

Experimenting through the first generation, a start that is not as smooth as all, the first generation education program is very simple when it only focuses all on academics. But the children began to not keep up with the curriculum, reached the limit and collapsed in turn, until the entire first generation was out of people.

I was full of disappointment with this. But my spiritual will is something that no one can compare.

Continue testing with the second generation. At this stage, children are trained in thinking, analyzing situations taking place in the surrounding space. The ability to observe, hide, think and analyze speed is pushed to the limit. Finally, the children reached the final limit and collapsed before they could realize everything.

I failed again with the second generation.

But I don't give up.

The third generation continues, academics and thinking will be reduced. Instead, children have to do hard physical training from the age of four. They often jog around the White Room when they are too young, no one can naturally run continuously for many hours. After that, they are trained in sports and martial arts. But in the end, they still failed because the body had reached the limit of suffering physical damage.

I don't give up.

Exactly I don't know since when. I myself was immersed in my crazy ambition, I was heavily infected by my late father. His thoughts have taken root in my head, all this life, I realize that I can't get rid of him.

Leave it. . . I made the most miserable decision in my life.

I hired a woman who has a deep connection to the underworld, her name is Mika. A woman is willing to do anything for money.

I asked her to get pregnant with my child, in return I would pay her a huge amount of money.

After the baby was born, I didn't even look at the baby's face or his mother. The only thing I do is call, inform the supervision department of White Room:

"My son will participate in the fourth generation White Room. You should prepare a vacant position for him immediately."

It's crazy! I even pushed my son in that place.

But no one can deny it. Kiyotaka has a talent that no one has.

Adaptation!

In the fourth generation of White Room, the harsh intensity is raised to the highest. At first, I was a little disappointed when Kiyotaka was only in an average position compared to other children. But the following times, Kiyotaka continued to improve, he quickly adapted to the White Room environment more than any other child. Something that even an adult is difficult to do.

Academics, analytical thinking, martial arts physicality.

Kiyotaka's talent is like a black hole, it devours everything indiscriminately.

I was satisfied, so satisfied that I was increasingly immersed in my own ambitions. I want Kiyotaka to broadcast more. With his ability, I guarantee that he will fulfill my original hope.

I saw my son as an object!

Masterpiece!

That name is not for humans. But I use that name to call my son instead of Kiyotaka. Sometimes, I almost forget the real name of this boy, but I still keep remembering that name.

Until the day, witness how sin changes in other universes. I am smart enough to distinguish my universe from other universes. But I can't help but fluctuate.

When I look at myself, I admit that Kiyotaka is my son. My mind suddenly turned white, my face did not have a drop of blood, I was frozen and dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. I tried to think, but no words came to my mind.

Until now, I am gradually waking up to reality.

Kiyotaka is my biological child, not a masterpiece. What happened to me?!! Why did I do that to my biological son? I'm crazy, am I?

Someone tell me I'm crazy.

Maybe I'm just looking for some salvation from reality that I'm a bad guy, a despicable father just like my father.

I started to go back to the past ten years. Kiyotaka has always had to endure torture and coercion from my side.

Damn!

Kiyotaka once looked at me with strange eyes. At that time, I didn't understand what his eyes were like. I bluntly decided to ignore that look.

Now, I have realized.

Kiyotaka's eyes at that time were despair, anguish and unbelievable.

As long as I remember the eyes of that day. My heart seemed to tighten, my whole body trembled non-stop. I don't know since when, I really cried.

I cry for my son.

Son, I was wrong.

"I'm sorry. . ."