Blood of Mercury

"Maybe you're right, Roland. ¤,"

The man who lost his head said so softly, and the voice sounded in Roland's heart: "Maybe you are right..."

"But, I can't feel anything anymore."

He sighed hesitantly.

It was too late - he sentenced himself to death decisively.

The sage named Victor died a thousand years ago. The only thing that survived was a robot with Victor's memory and his strategy for action.

From the very beginning, from the time Roland first saw him, the professor's eyes only had a metallic light.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but from the very beginning, the professor did not have the so-called "eyes".

What constitutes his eyes are only four pieces of five millimeters of mithril, and a detachable crystal plate that constitutes a multi-functional magic circle.

He clearly knew from the very beginning that he was just a tool, but the professor had to deceive himself, believing that "the self named Victor was only transformed into a cyborg because of the lack of time as a human being".

The sentence itself is good. But the problem is, this happened a thousand years ago.

"Why is this...I'm supposed to be human...why am I not human?"

Such sad words sounded in Roland's heart: "I have all the abilities of a human being, and I can do what all human beings can do. But why can't I be a human?"

"Yes, I remember...my memory is Victor's, my connected brain was cultivated with Victor's brain, I didn't have any guts, flesh and blood from the beginning...I just realized This thing. I just realized, I've never been human."

"Roland, if you are a great savior, answer this little question for me. Obviously I can do what all human beings in this world can do, and I can become a new race by myself... But I just I just want to be human."

"Could it be that only those who have flesh and blood that are prone to aging, internal organs that are prone to disease, only have a lifespan of just a few decades and hundreds of years, are easily impulsive, emotionally fragile, and easily infected with their souls, can they be called human beings?"

the professor asked.

However, even so sad and angry, there is still no emotion in the professor's words, as calm as reciting some kind of component parameter. He lost his head, standing there like a corpse, like a suit of empty armor, without the slightest tremor.

Roland sighed deeply.

"Nothing else... Professor. I just ask you one thing."

He looked at the man who lost his head with pity, his face as beautiful as a **** was full of sadness: "Professor... can you cry?"

"……what?"

Even as a professor, he didn't guess that Roland would ask him this question.

"Humans can cry. They will use tears to express their feelings, sadness, emotion, joy... Writers will use crying to add 'people's heart' to their characters, and painters will use the moment of crying as a rallying point for some kind of emotional sublimation... No , not just humans. Animals cry too. Even livestock occasionally shed tears before being slaughtered.”

"I feel your sadness, Professor. But can you cry? Can you express your sadness?"

Roland asked quietly.

For a moment, the headless man was silent. No more words.

Of course he knew he couldn't cry.

It doesn't matter if there is a head or not. Even if he had a head, even if he wanted to cry, he couldn't cry.

This is not because he is strong enough, nor because his thinking is cold and deformed, nor because he has a reason not to cry - all of this is just because at the very beginning, the "Professor" was not added in the setting. this function.

Because the "Professor" in Victor's conception, the soul teacher of the new generation of mankind, as a human figure designed by the savior, there is no need for him to be too similar to human beings.

It is enough to be similar in appearance to humans. The more similar it is to people, the more resentment and fear it will lead to human beings.

What's more, why does the savior who saves mankind need to cry? It's just a tool, why do you need to cry?

It never occurred to Victor that one day a tool would start to reflect on why it wasn't human.

"From the beginning, your positioning was wrong... Professor."

Roland stretched out his hand and put it on the professor's broken neck. The thick holy fire in his eyes became more and more burning.

"You're not supposed to exist as a human being... You're supposed to be a god. Have you ever seen the saints cry? No. That's it."

"In other words... the fault was not 'Professor', but 'Victor'. He was obviously dead and had already arranged his funeral, but when he was extracted as a memory bank, he I can't help but live."

Roland said softly, his voice became gentler, but the movements in his hands became more and more violent.

He reached out and tore open the professor's artificial flesh, pulled off the restrictor valve, closed the simulation mechanism, and took apart the protective plate on his chest, revealing an internal structure full of gears, metal, and silver-white fluid.

Even though a considerable proportion of Aum's blood was mixed, Roland still recognized the silver-white liquid body right away.

- That's mercury. A metal that symbolizes rest.

"The bird of ominous omen! You must use mercury as your blood and thorns as your crown, and don't get entangled."

Roland said softly, and suddenly showed a beautiful smile: "Look - the mentor of Changmian has also recognized your talent. She pity your talent and open the way for you; when you go astray, she also helps You warned, gave an exhortation... but in the end, she respected your choice. Because she is only a mentor, not a king, not a tyrant."

As Roland spoke, he plunged his hand into the professor's interior and grabbed a gear that was constantly rotating at high speed.

His hand was torn apart almost immediately, and silver-white blood spilled from his palm, mixing with the professor's blood.

"Victor...you are already the undead of the old times."

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Roland lamented: "You better rest in peace."

"I will bear your karma, and I will follow your path. If you agree with this principle... transplant the 'professor' to me."

Roland calmly said unbelievable words.

He smiled slightly, and two flames danced in the eyes that were completely burned by the flames, but his body full of cracks showed an indescribable beauty.

"...You don't want to be human? Roland?"

Victor was stunned for a while, and suddenly became furious: "You told me so much before, but now you have abandoned your human identity in front of me?"

"Do you know how much I long to be a human being? Are you going to trample on my only wish?"

"If so, it has to be done."

Roland closed his eyes gently, his eyes sunk deeply.

The pure white flame on his body had already begun to weaken, the crystal crown on his head slowly stopped flashing, and cracks on his body began to appear again.

"Because, I want to save the world. If humans can't do this..."

Roland opened his eyes suddenly, and the right hand that penetrated into the professor's chest suddenly moved forward, and the flesh and blood were constantly rubbed and spun out by the rotating gears.

"—then I'll stop being a human being, Professor!"

The next moment, as Roland's mercury blood poured into Victor's body, Roland's blood began to manipulate the professor's blood into his severed arm.

The knowledge, wisdom and talent that belonged to Victor, and all the history of eighteen hundred years, began to appear in Roland's mind. The blood from the professor evaporated into silver-white steam immediately after it came to Roland's body, repairing Roland's broken body and making up for Roland's burned soul to less than half.

Obviously his own vitality, his memory was plundered by Roland, but Victor did not respond. It's like pretending your machine is down.

It looked like a small stream of water, and after Roland started to squeeze it, more than a few tons flowed out. After nearly a quarter of an hour, the mercury output gradually decreased and disappeared.

Then, a large number of cracks appeared on the headless man, which shattered and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Really... Roland~www.novelmt.com~ The meaning of your life seems to be denying my existence."

Finally, when it was almost completely broken, Victor said in a very soft voice in Roland's heart.

"Nothing, Victor."

Roland just shook his head: "I adore you as much as I adore my mentor, Victor."

"So, can I rest now?"

"Go and rest, Victor. Don't forget to pray before going to bed."

Like a purest priest, Roland spoke gently.

"Is that so..." Victor sighed contentedly, his voice gradually getting smaller, and finally disappeared completely.

Roland quietly watched as the mechanical body belonging to Victor gradually shattered and disappeared completely, then turned his head and walked towards the south.

"Elucado, do you think I'm doing the right thing?"

After walking for a while, Roland asked in a low voice.

"You are absolutely right, Emperor."

Behind Roland, the beautiful black-haired girl showed her upper body on Roland's shadow, and bowed respectfully to Roland: "It is better to sacrifice for the emperor than to live."

"Then, Elcardo."

Roland asked softly: "Are you going back to command the undead for me, or will you sit on the throne of the abyss with me and never return to this world? Since you've been with me for so long, I'll give you a chance to choose. ."

"My life is always connected with you."

Elucado answered without hesitation: "I am... a monster belonging to you."

"Is that so," Roland said dumbly, "then you can go to **** with me."

"Honored."

Elucado showed a beautiful smile. (To be continued.) u

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