He turned and comforted, saying, “Don’t worry, bro’s got your back!”

The trainees at the Icefield Underground Base all entered the base at the age of six or seven.

From a very young age, the trainees underwent all kinds of brainwashing education, requiring everyone’s absolute loyalty to the organization.

Children have no sense of good or evil, nor the ability to distinguish right from wrong.

This kind of brainwashing is extremely effective. Even if a trainee is killed during training, they remain exceptionally loyal to the organization.

However, in the end, there are always some who develop a sense of resistance.

Children never hide their feelings. Trainees with rebellious thoughts are quickly eliminated. Their bodies are even fed to the sharks.

With brainwashing, combined with cold, ruthless, and high-pressure methods, all trainees eventually become exactly what the organization wants.

Henry Clark and Grace Hill were exceptions among them. The two always harbored deep hatred for the base, but lacking strength, they could only endure in silence.

If Henry Clark hadn’t been reborn, both of them would have left the base smoothly and served the Blood God Society outside.

A few years later, Grace Hill died a tragic death in battle to save him.

Henry Clark narrowly escaped, hiding in the shadows and enduring bitterly as he waited for a chance at revenge.

But even a hundred years later, when humanity was on the brink of extinction, he still hadn’t found the true mastermind behind the Blood God Society.

In the end, a galaxy-destroying explosion sent Henry Clark back to the age of eighteen, giving him a second chance.

The timing couldn’t have been better.

The Beikun Icefield Underground Base was a project so small within the Blood God Society that it couldn’t get any smaller.

The trainees were about to hold their graduation ceremony, and David Miller had been staying at the base these past few days.

David Miller was much stronger than the old and frail William Carter; he would never imagine that any trainee could kill him!

Just this alone gave Henry Clark absolute confidence in victory.

Grace Hill was also a loyal warrior proven by time, worthy of trust.

Henry Clark took a ruby brooch from his pocket and said to Grace Hill, “This thing is called the Crimson Heart. Every day, it randomly generates tattoos, causing the wearer intense, long-lasting pain. Once you put it on, the pain will accompany you for life.”

“Ahem…”

Henry Clark added a bit awkwardly, “Also, it causes random bleeding. You women are good at dealing with that, just prepare more pads…”

“What does it do?”

The Crimson Heart was beautiful, and its side effects were bizarre, but Grace Hill only cared about its usefulness.

“It’s a silver-grade artifact. It can change its external form according to the host’s will, has extremely strong protective power, and can enhance the host’s speed and reflexes. It’s one of the best silver-grade artifacts for combat.

You can think of it as a high-level bio-armor. Finding it in the underground vault was truly a stroke of luck.”

Henry Clark felt a bit emotional; getting the Crimson Heart was an unexpected surprise.

At this stage, the Crimson Heart was actually no weaker than the Godslayer Sword, and in terms of versatility, it surpassed the Godslayer Sword a hundredfold.

The Crimson Heart could transform at will, meaning it could not only become protective armor, but also weapons, or even alter a person’s body and appearance. This was truly extraordinary.

“A good thing.”

After hellish training, Grace Hill was long used to pain. The side effects of the Crimson Heart were no problem for her at all.

“Aren’t you going to ask why I’m giving you the Crimson Heart?”

Grace Hill countered, “Is that necessary?”

She didn’t like doing useless things or saying unnecessary words. Since Henry Clark gave her the Crimson Heart, she wouldn’t refuse or be polite.

Even if the Crimson Heart was deadly, it didn’t matter.

Back then, she was rescued by Henry Clark from utter despair.

From that moment on, Henry Clark became the light of her soul, dispelling endless darkness, coldness, and cruelty.

Henry Clark was her only anchor in this cruel world. With Henry Clark around, she could find her place and confirm her own existence.

She was willing to trust Henry Clark unconditionally, even obey Henry Clark unconditionally.

So, when Henry Clark came to her about rebelling, she agreed without hesitation.

Although she hated the base, she had never thought of resisting or fighting. The difference in strength was too great; resistance was just seeking death.

But if Henry Clark wanted to resist, wanted to fight, she would resolutely follow Henry Clark.

She just wouldn’t say these things to Henry Clark, nor was there any need to.

Henry Clark sighed, “Alright, you trust me this much. I’m actually a little moved.”

He explained, “Actually, only beautiful and pure women can wear the Crimson Heart. Even if I had surgery, I couldn’t use it.”

“Oh.”

Grace Hill’s indifferent reaction made Henry Clark feel that explaining was a complete waste of time.

He said irritably, “Are you ready? It’ll hurt a bit. But I believe you can handle it. One, two…”

Before he finished saying “two,” Henry Clark stabbed the Crimson Heart into Grace Hill’s heart. This thing had to be embedded deep in the heart and form a close bond with the host to work.

Even with his eyes closed, Henry Clark could clearly observe Grace Hill’s pained expression, her trembling body, the fine sweat beading on her forehead, neck, and back, and her face as pale as paper.

Grace Hill had always been tough. For her to lose composure like this, the Crimson Heart must have been excruciating.

Henry Clark said, “Repeat after me: Under the crimson starry sky, pain is the only reality.”