In the center of the former void vortex, now in the center of the nebula, in a world wrapped in infinite silver mist, there is a smaller, medium-sized world that is developing peacefully.
In the world of Siberia, in the agricultural regional base in the southeast, the superpower 'Chariot' holds a long metal staff. The gray-haired old man stands on the ditch, staring at the lush green three-season rice in front of him, and then feels satisfied. nodded.
This year in the world of Sibiya is another good year. With the restart of the world and the active intervention of Steel Python, the development of superpower civilization can be said to be smooth sailing. Even the soul puppets who were originally regarded as competitors now seem to be faithfully abiding by the agreement and working with them. They work together to develop without any dissent.
“A good harvest means there is food, and having food means more children can be fed.”
Touching the special-shaped metal staff that was both a weapon and a reclamation tool, Chariot showed a sincere smile on his wrinkled face: "With children, there is a future... The next generation of our civilization of superpowers will definitely be able to Truly get on the right track and completely take over the legacy of the civilization of the previous era.”
Population is the most important resource of a civilization. Although not all tools must be made by human hands, and there are even artificial intelligence systems that do not require human intervention at all, for fields such as R&D and creation, and most For some civilizations that have not developed to that point, population is the most important resource.
The huge database left by Fatlolvi contains a complete database of the pre-Hibernian civilization. In the cycle that has been repeated for thousands of years, the technology of the soul puppet is also very advanced. If it weren't for the fact that the first generation of superpower civilization had little education and a very small population, they might have been able to establish a complete small industrial system within their own generation.
However, even though the beginning was unsatisfactory, the future is bright and promising.
"Those soul puppets even used some 'gene reduction cloning technology' to restore some of the livestock before the end of the world... Although in terms of taste and functionality, they are not as good as the edible special life left by that adult, but those The reproduction rate of livestock is much faster than that of special life forms, and they can be used as a daily source of meat products."
After all, it is a life naturally bred in this world, and it is certainly more suitable than special life from outside.
Thinking of this, the old man walked down the ditch, leaned down, and stroked the rice stalks. The look of Chariot, a powerful superpower who could tear steel with his hands and move at supersonic speeds, was like stroking the 'future'. So cautious. He narrowed his eyes, swallowed, and whispered to himself: "Ten years ago, I would never have imagined..."
The world of Siberia at this time is completely different from the time when Fatlolvi was still there more than ten years ago.
Under the special life transformation brought by Joshua, which can improve the climate, accelerate the order cycle in the world, and restore the ecology, the entire Hyboria world has no longer returned to its original barren appearance, and has begun to become lush and lush, like a huge grassland-rainforest. world. At both ends of the world, the soul puppet and superpower civilizations each occupy an area for development. Although the cooperation between the two is not close, it can be said that there is no unnecessary scheming. The two sides work together to create a bright future. .
As the patriarch of the superpower civilization, Chariot could have occupied a high position in the newly established government of New Silvia, but because he believed that he was too old and his stubborn thinking could not lead everyone forward, he declined the invitation. . Many of today's top government officials are members of the team that Chariot led in the past. In order to give Chariot a place to relax, the government directly handed over a high-quality planting area in the southeast region to him. You can enjoy your favorite life.
Old people in their twilight years should not insist on staying in a high position forever. This may be some kind of laziness, but it may also be a kind of wisdom.
Boom boom.
Thunder sounded in the sky.
Feeling the increasingly dull atmosphere and the flashing thunder in the sky, Chariot woke up from his thoughts. He raised his head, looked at the sky, and muttered to himself strangely: "Why is it here again? Didn't it rain a few days ago? Are those weather control superpowers doing something wrong? Too much water will flood the crops... "
When he thought of the possible losses, Chariot couldn't stand still - he planned to return to the planting base now and use the communication circle to ask what was going on.
But halfway through, the old man suddenly stopped and his eyes became confused.
Along with the rolling thunder and the pouring rain, amidst the deafening thunder and the silent silence, the chariot seemed to hear something, a voice from the distant place... and a call.
The emergence of the Void Vortex is not accidental. The unique space-time structure allows it to gather the fragments of steel spilled from the destruction of all the surrounding worlds. Although most of the excess steel fragments have been absorbed by the creation vortex in the abyss, this does not affect the time and space structure here to continue to gather, absorb everything in the void, and condense here.
"What does it feel like...?"
His legs, which were forged from iron and steel, were as soft as those of a normal old man. Chariot breathed heavily and knelt on the ground. His eyes were hazy, as if he was looking at something extremely far away, and his hands were tightly grasped. The metal staff in his hand barely supported him from falling.
The old man felt that something was being born deep in his heart... It was no one else, it was himself, a new self, a person who could get rid of this aging body and this twilight mentality, and return to its peak and ultimate limit. moment self.
He seemed to have seen a vision - a man shrouded in golden light, young, powerful, and a man who made a name for himself and followed his words. A man standing at the top of a spiral tower, looking down at the world.
"...Is it really me?"
The old man cannot resist mentally, even from the deepest part of his soul. No one can reject their own thoughts, because it is just a thought, and thinking is fleeting and chaotic. Everyone may have fantasized about killing someone they hate, changing some of their shortcomings, and even Some thoughts that you hate very much will flash out from the depths of your soul like ghosts and spread unchecked in your mind, but those are just illusions and will not exist as long as you don't fulfill them.
Ordinary people cannot resist these fleeting thoughts, and naturally they cannot resist the new self that is conceived and born from the depths of the soul.
—Who in the world of Hyboria has not imagined that he could replace the Supreme One on the throne, stand on the top of the spiral tower, and look down on the world
Chariot had imagined that it was a thought that had flashed across his mind, and that thought was slowly spreading and getting bigger... and then, starting from it, it began to spread.
"wrong!"
But in a daze, whether it was from the deepest sense of crisis in himself or a moment of clarity, Chariot suddenly clenched his fists and roared: "I absolutely don't want to become the second oppressor!"
"Even if I die - just die in the fields like this, I absolutely do not want to become the second Fatlolvi!"
Struggling to stand up again, Chariot tried his best to reach the agricultural base. He used his last bit of strength to activate the communication array in his office, and then... just like that, he passed out in front of the stage.
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While in coma, Chariot felt like he saw a lot of things.
He saw wild beasts fighting, wolves lurking in the jungle hunting long-horned deer, giant bears and tigers fighting for food in the ice-covered jungle, and ant colonies in an endless stream, attacking all creatures he could see.
He saw powerful magical beasts calling for wind and rain, moving across the jungle, and saw giant sky-curtain beasts floating between heaven and earth, like suspended continents. He saw ancient steel dragons single-handedly creating changes in the world, restarting the ecology, and reincarnating all things.
He saw many, many things, from tiny fungi to giant beasts that transcended the world. He saw giant beasts that fed on the world floating in the darkness that he had never been to, but somehow knew that it was the void. There is an extremely powerful flying ether dragon that hunts and preys in the nebula layer... That powerful power, exuberant vitality, and everything full of vitality flashed through the old man's thoughts.
-that's me.
- A life that is free, self-existent, free to follow one's will, and without any restrictions... life.
A nameless expectation began to grow in the old man's heart... He began to look forward to and longed for this kind of life, the kind of relaxed and comfortable life, without shouldering any responsibilities or being responsible for anyone's future and having expectations.
Becoming a Fatrolvi... becoming an oppressor... doesn't seem that hard to accept... As long as you are happy, everything doesn't matter.
- Life's desire for infinite and eternal freedom, for doing whatever one wants without restraint, is an instinct that can never be eliminated. It is the result of the biological nature itself. It is the condensation of many instincts such as survival, reproduction, diet, curiosity, etc. , is both the source of desire and the driving force of progress.
Although that is just the driving force of life.
"Wake up, captain! Wake up!"
And just when he was expecting this, he suddenly heard a cry with a cry: "Wake up quickly... Wuwuwu, please don't die..."
Opening his eyes slightly impatiently, 'Chariot' observed what was in front of him with a straight-line perspective.
It was a woman in white who seemed to have just grown up, with a childish look on her face. She had long hair that was soft and exuded a gentle light. This woman codenamed "Iron Wall" was the former warrior. In the Chariot team, the girl who has always been protected by Chariot and regards him as her father, at this time, it was she who awakened Chariot who was in a coma by channeling her own energy.
But originally, she regarded Tiebi as her daughter, always took good care of her, gave her the best resources, and expected her to grow into a stronger chariot than herself. However, at this time, she discovered that in the past, she had always been full of feelings for Tiebi. Just like a father's warmth... it has completely disappeared.
Because... it's not necessary.
Super life forms are individuals that do not need offspring or reproduction. They can reproduce, but there is no need. They can swarm, but there is no need. They can live forever by relying only on themselves, and they can be free if they only rely on themselves.
Therefore, super beings do not need companions, offspring, or superfluous beings. They do not need help. They can achieve "biological perfection" and completely get rid of the desire to survive, eat, and reproduce. This is a kind of near-enlightenment. of individuals.
I... can also be that kind of individual.
There was a sense of boredom in his somewhat sluggish thinking. He felt that everything that was happening around him was meaningless, whether it was the shouts of surprise from Tiebi and other team members who had taken care of him when they saw him wake up, or the medical abilities on the side. He felt that there was no meaning to some of the confused mutterings or the rather mechanical reports of the soul puppet individuals who assisted in the recovery.
I can live a good life without you... Don't come near me, and don't have any contact with me anymore!
I don't know whether it was instinct or whether he really thought this way. Chariot really wanted to angrily scold the ignorant people around him and tell them to get away, but his body was so hot now that he couldn't do it, and he couldn't say it. After speaking, the old man could only let the iron wall hug him tightly and let the wet tears drip down his back.
"Be cautious, Miss Tiebi, Mr. Chariot may be suffering from a special disease... His physiological condition is very strange, sudden high fever, and there are some changes in his organs. Now that Mr. Chariot has woken up, what's the point? Due to possible contagion, please leave."
On one side, the voice of a person with medical abilities sounded, and his tone was vigilant. This was obviously a tone of caution with a hint of fear, but for some reason, a trace of relief flashed in Chariot's heart at this time.
"Yes, stay away from me... the further away the better... I don't need other people to take care of me... don't come near me again..."
Is it instinctive or what is really in my heart? Chariot at this time can no longer be analyzed. His reason and instinct are mixing together. His thinking is beginning to become chaotic. There is no longer hierarchical thinking and it is becoming more and more simplistic. Fulfilling one's own desires is the first step in the existence of wisdom. For one purpose, a mutation is taking place in the chariot.
He passed out again, but this time, he did not completely lose his will, but was keenly aware of everything around him.
Several familiar or unfamiliar voices came.
"...Isolation Chariot, his condition is very strange, we can't analyze what kind of disease it is...and this is the biggest bad news."
"Yes, that's right, we can't treat it at all... The people from the Soul Puppet side also came, and they said they needed an autopsy to know the truth more clearly - we know that the chariot definitely doesn't matter. After all, it is not fatal, it is just a treatment method. But superpowers will never allow soul puppets to dissect our compatriots again!"
"However, the superpowers inside the chariot are becoming more and more powerful. This is probably just an anomaly caused by the evolution of abilities."
"But what if this is a disease? Don't forget, before our superpowers are about to die, our abilities will also be greatly improved... Chariot, he is old after all... "
"Actually, this should indeed be an infectious disease. It is currently known that several extraordinary individuals who have been exposed to the tank, that is, acquaintances of the original tank team, also have adverse symptoms of varying sizes. To be honest, , this is a big crisis, and we cannot detect the pattern of infection at all. I solemnly recommend implementing an isolation policy to separate members who are currently confirmed not to be infected and members who are suspected of being infected. After confirming that the latter is safe, we can then consider the next step. matter."
These are very normal and rational thoughts and suggestions - in the face of an infectious disease of unknown origin, isolation is the simplest and most effective measure. What's more, people with abilities can maintain their own strength and do not need to rely too much on other people. People can live well.
Doctors are still arguing among themselves. They are not professional medical personnel in the first place. They only receive some education from doctors because their abilities are biased towards treatment. Therefore, everyone has different opinions and cannot reach a consensus.
These are individuals who cannot understand each other...
Although he was in a deep sleep, Chariot showed an intriguing smile for some reason. He vaguely seemed to have found something in common between the ability user and himself, that is, the former held a small amount of freedom. ' and 'do whatever you want', and you will soon become the true embodiment of freedom and freedom.
Perhaps, what they said is right, this is an evolution, the ultimate evolution of extraordinary people and capable people, from fragile and incomprehensible individuals to independent super beings. This is the truth.
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