"..."
It was indeed his ring finger. There was a mole on the left side of the second joint. His parents， who believed in feng shui， died in a car accident， and he， who was supposed to have good luck， was killed by a red stone.
When Gwen took out that finger， John Booth had completely believed her words. He just hadn't expected to die so inexplicably. He had died in a muddled way in his previous life， and this time it was the same.
John Booth felt a bit relieved at this moment. However， he didn't want to be controlled like this， especially at a time like this.
Gwen's jade-like hands gently stroked John Booth's cheek. Her fingers were warm as they slowly rubbed against it. There were complex emotions in her eyes， a deep love as well as an almost overflowing possessiveness.
Her voice was as soft as silk， carrying an irresistible temptation: "Come with me. The doomsday has broken out ahead of schedule. I'll grant you eternal life. Once， you died so suddenly that I couldn't even find your body. This time， I won't miss you again."
Her voice echoed in the air. There was a hint of pleading and longing in her words. Her fingers gently slid towards John Booth's lips， soft and warm， as if she wanted to gently stir up all his emotions and desires.
John Booth's gaze was calm. He didn't respond immediately. Instead， he just slightly lowered his head and bit Gwen's finger that she had stretched out. The force wasn't strong， but it was enough to pierce her delicate skin. Blood instantly seeped out from the wound， and the warm liquid slid between his fingers.
Gwen's expression remained gentle， as if she hadn't been hurt at all and was still as tender as water.
She looked gently at John Booth， her eyes full of tolerance and affection. That look was very much like the loving and tolerant gaze of a mother when she looked at her own child. Even if the child made a mistake， she would still love and care for him unconditionally.
The corners of her mouth lifted into an almost imperceptible smile: "You don't have to resist like this， John Booth. I'm always doing this for your own good. I know you're in pain， you're lonely， and you're suspicious. But please believe me. Come with me， and you'll have endless time and endless happiness. All the pain and troubles will cease to exist."
John Booth sucked hard on the wound and swallowed those few drops of blood. When he couldn't suck out any more， he pushed the finger away with his tongue， indicating for it to be withdrawn.
Gwen did take it out indeed， and a thin thread of saliva was drawn out along with it.
"How did you awaken your supernatural ability?"
Gwen put the finger she had just bitten into her own mouth and cleaned it for a while before saying slowly， "In the 20 years after your death， the world has changed. The research on the red stones by some people has broken through to a new level. The α potion with 100% purity can directly stimulate all of a person's potential， and the potion is extracted from the red stones. I'm very familiar with this area. I remember the location where the first red stone fell. I was waiting there. I just didn't expect that you would come by car."
John Booth thought to himself secretly. There were too many loopholes in what she said. The time she remembered didn't match his. The red stone rain had come earlier， but she said she remembered it was exactly this time. Moreover， humans couldn't withstand the α potion with 100% purity. He himself had received the β potion with 60% purity back then.
At that time， the α potion was still in the initial stage of research and development. It was impossible to produce it in just 20 years. Besides， so many people had died. Why was he the only one who showed up? What about the blacksmith shop owner? So there were only two possibilities. Either this woman's timeline was in chaos and she came from another parallel time and space， or everything now was an illusion， a conspiracy. And the Star Emperor happened to be a powerful being in the spiritual department.
At this moment， the power that had been imprisoning him loosened. John Booth shook his muddled head and slowly got up， saying， "I can go with you， but who on earth are you?"
"Have you really forgotten me? Back on Earth， in the lower district of Apocalypse City， that little girl in the alley， and that lemon!" Speaking of this， the red light in Gwen's pupils grew even stronger， and her white hair began to gradually be dotted with red spots.
"Gwen Ginny!" At this point， John Booth finally realized who the person in front of him was， and memories of the past emerged.
Once， when he was still an executive of supernatural abilities， he went to the lower district of Apocalypse City to quell a riot.
Apocalypse City was the core city of Earth's Asia after the apocalypse and also the largest city in Asia. It was divided into the upper district and the lower district. The upper district was where people with identities， statuses， and legal citizen certificates lived. The lower district was a chaotic mix of all kinds of people， filled with violence and disorder.
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After dealing with all the rioters， he found a little red-haired girl in the depths of an alley. She was skinny and about seven or eight years old.
She huddled in the corner. There were several corpses around her， pierced by something， with holes all over their bodies and a pool of blood flowing on the ground. John Booth sensed her breath. It was very weak， and she was on the verge of death.
He reached out and picked her up. Gwen had already passed out and was curled up in John Booth's arms.
The team members behind him saluted and said， "Sir Executive， all the rioters have been dealt with. The recorder has been turned off. If there are no further instructions， we'll return to the troops and stand by."
"Go ahead." John Booth didn't turn around. Instead， he held Gwen in his arms， took out a small bottle of ι potion， and poured it into Gwen's mouth.
Then he took two steps and stepped on the walls of the alley， leaping upward. He moved back and forth among the rooftops in the lower district and left towards the distance.
When Gwen woke up， she was on a clean bed， wearing a large shirt that didn't fit her body at all， one that could even be used as a dress. She opened the shirt and found that all the wounds on her body had actually healed. She came to her senses and looked around， trying to find something to defend herself with.
The layout of the room was extremely simple. Besides the bed and the cabinet beside it， there was only a table by the window， on which were placed several books and a small lemon tree with a tiny lemon on it.
At this moment， there was a sound of footsteps outside the room. Gwen quickly pulled the quilt over and wrapped herself tightly in it， looking uneasily at the door.
"Click."
As the bedroom door opened， John Booth walked in with a hot meal in his hands， a fried egg， a bowl of plain porridge， and a few slices of ham sausage， simple and unadorned.
However， for a child from the lower city， these things had a fatal attraction. Gwen's stomach growled twice in an embarrassing way， and the roots of her ears turned slightly red.
Silently， John Booth wondered if it was just his illusion. He always felt that the little girl's hair wasn't as red as it had been at the beginning. Had the color been washed off when he bathed her?
Nevertheless， he still said， "Eat first. If you have any questions， we can talk about them after you've eaten your fill."
He put the meal on the bedside table and didn't say much more. Instead， he walked towards the table， opened the window， and let the slightly cool morning air seep into the room.
He casually picked up a book and opened it， his eyes scanning the pages as if he were completely immersed in it and no longer paying attention to Gwen behind him.
Gwen sat on the bed， clutching the quilt with both hands and wrapping herself tightly in it， as if this could give her a sense of security.
However， her stomach let out another clear growl， breaking the silence in the room.
Gwen blushed slightly， subconsciously lowered her head， and secretly glanced at John Booth from the corner of her eye. Seeing that he didn't even raise his eyelids， she felt a bit relieved but also a bit uncomfortable at the same time.
"What kind of person is this uncle?" Gwen thought to herself.
The aura around him was completely different from that of those rioters. Not only was it powerful， but it also carried an irresistible dignity. Although she was still young， she keenly sensed that this was not something an ordinary person could possess.
"Forget it. Since I'm here， I might as well make the best of it." She simply comforted herself， thinking that now that she had fallen into his hands， even if he really had improper intentions towards her， it wasn't something she could resist.
Since things had come to this， she might as well eat first.
With this thought in mind， Gwen let down her guard， moved her small body closer to the bedside table， picked up the bowl of food， and started eating it with big mouthfuls.
The aroma of the fried egg and ham sausage whetted her appetite， and the warm and smooth white porridge slid down her throat， carrying a bit of soothing warmth.
She had been hungry for too long and almost finished the meal in one go， scraping the last grain of rice in the bowl with the spoon.
After finishing the meal， Gwen quietly put down the bowl， secretly wiped the corners of her mouth， and looked up at John Booth.
He was still sitting at the table reading a book， and the sound of turning pages occasionally rang out， mixing with the gentle breeze blowing in through the window.
His figure seemed lonely， as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
This silence made Gwen feel uneasy and even a bit scared. Finally， she couldn't help but ask， "Who are you? Why did you save me?"
Hearing this， John Booth gently closed the book， put it back on the table， turned his head to look at Gwen， his eyes deep and with a bit of scrutiny. Instead of answering directly， he asked，
"Little girl， don't rush to ask me questions. I'd rather ask you this - how did those people die?" John Booth's voice was low.
Gwen was stunned for a moment， confusion showing in her eyes， and then she shook her head and said in a low voice， "I don't know..." There was a bit of panic in her tone. "At that time， they chased me into the alley and beat me up... Later， I remember I was almost beaten to death and then lost consciousness. When I woke up， I was here with you."
John Booth's brows furrowed slightly， and his eyes narrowed into a slit. His gaze was fixed on Gwen like a sharp blade.
He sensed her heart rate and micro-expressions. It was almost an intuitive detection， and he could confirm that the little girl wasn't lying.
However， precisely because she wasn't lying， the whole thing seemed even more mysterious.
John Booth thought for a moment and recalled the scene in the alley. The bodies of those rioters clearly had the girl's aura on them. That was an inescapable fact.
However， although those rioters were only at the initial stage of being supernatural ability awakeners， it was almost impossible for an eight-year-old girl with her size and condition to kill them.
"What exactly happened after you lost consciousness..." John Booth's murmur was barely audible.
Gwen shrank her body， with a hint of fear in her eyes， but more of it was confusion: "I... I really don't know. At that time， I just felt that my whole body hurt terribly， and then everything went black before my eyes， and I couldn't remember anything..."
John Booth didn't question her further. He stood up， walked to the window， and looked into the gray sky in the distance. From time to time， two red stones streaked across the sky and hit the light curtain of Apocalypse City.
"There's something unusual about this little girl，" John Booth thought to himself.
He could sense that there was an extremely weak power within Gwen's body， which was very similar to the aura of the holes on those rioters' bodies. John Booth even felt a hint of threat.
"Perhaps， she doesn't even know what she has done..."
He looked back at Gwen and said calmly， "Do you want to follow me and join the executive team? I'll teach you how to use your power and how to protect yourself."