Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The sea of ​​stars is boundless.

An old starship with a mottled surface slowly moved away from the central galaxy.

Its cargo has been unloaded, and the crew on the ship have already received their due pay for this trip. They reveled in the crew room and quickly became drunk.

A young crew member opened a pair of drunken eyes, and stretched out his hand to groping for the key to the cabin indiscriminately on his body:

"...Odd, weird, where did it go?"

Inside the cabin.

The empty cabins are pitch black and there is no light. After all, no one will guard the unloaded cabins. In the huge space, only some garbage left by the cargo is scattered on the ground.

At the bottom of the cargo hold, there is a blind spot that avoids all intelligent monitoring. It is a narrow space left by a wrong design. It is hidden in the junction of the ship, and it seems that it is dark without any light.

A teenager curled up quietly in it.

No one knows when this stowaway boarded the ship, how to avoid all the security equipment, and how to evade the layers of customs screening.

The boy was very thin, and he was wearing a set of dirty clothes with dried blood all over it. The original color was barely visible. The clothes were torn and torn, as if cloth strips were hung on his body.

In the crevices of the clothes, you can see large and small wounds on his body. Some of the scars are very old. The dark brown scars are regular in shape, as if they were deliberately caused. The healed scars are overlapped with new wounds. The torn wounds are **** and bloody, and some have deep bones.

The skin and flesh that rolled outwards were pale with excessive blood loss, and from time to time it rubbed against the wall with the shaking of the cabin. The wound that had no longer bleeding was torn again, and blood was slowly dripping from it.

But the owner of the wound didn't seem to notice it at all, and he didn't even tremble.

He buried his face on his knees, as if he had fallen asleep, or fell into a coma because of excessive blood loss.

During this long journey, he was completely motionless, like a sculpture lurking in the dark, as if it had been integrated with the wall and became a kind of existence between the living and the dead.

However, in the gap between the fabrics, the young boy's eyes were calm and clear, not half asleep, staring at the solid darkness before him.

Those dark eyes were not bottomless, and a cold and bright fire was burning in the pupils, rolling and burning.

Like a wounded beast, staring silently and hatefully into the darkness in front of him, he is always ready to tear the existence that will appear in front of him in the next second to shreds, roaring against the whole world.

As if masochistic, he looked back over and over again in his mind what happened only a dozen hours ago.

The sound of sirens, shouts, and panic begging for mercy mixed into a powerful sound that echoed in the institute. The institute that had fallen into a complete lockdown became a mess. Ninety-eight percent of the defense system was disturbed and unable to function. The outgoing distress signal was shielded by the strong mental power of the subject, and the gap before the army arrived was their chance to escape.

The two teenagers ran away with all their strength, the messy and broken footsteps knocking on the metal ground, giving out empty echoes.

Freedom is ahead.

The unknown world awaits exploration. For the first time, the word "future" has a special meaning.

The door was open unguarded.

Countless possibilities are shouting and beckoning to them.

However, at this moment, the tallest boy suddenly stopped without warning.

The other young man was taken aback for a moment, turned his head to look at him, and urged his voice anxiously: "Run! It's coming soon!"

Unexpectedly, U2625 slowly shook his head: "...I can only send you here."

"My brain is implanted with a chip." His voice was rational and calm, and he uttered cruel words smoothly: "Once you and I escape, it will take less than ten minutes for both of us to be arrested. This is There is no doubt that."

The subject was startled, and looked at the other person in disbelief, as if he had heard some fantasy.

How can it be?

They are so powerful that they cannot be implanted with any chip. Even in a coma, this behavior will trigger their self-protection consciousness, unless...

Voluntarily remove the mental barrier and allow surgery.

And in the whole process, maintain absolute sobriety.

As if thinking of something, he suddenly widened his eyes.

...The few words I heard when I was in a coma when I was young came back into my mind at this time.

In the darkness, the boy's voice came from far away, sounding dull and peaceful: "...we can make a deal."

The past and reality, the two voices overlapped in his mind.

At this moment, the tall young man stood in front of him, watching him with the same deep and gloomy eyes, and the footsteps of chasing soldiers sounded at the end of the corridor.

"You...what did you do?" For the first time, a panic-like mood surged in the subject's eyes.

He subconsciously leaned out, as if trying to catch something, but the other party stepped back and avoided.

The boy's palm was blankly in the air.

U2625 forces his voice to remain steady:

"The laboratory must confirm that I no longer have the ability to resist."

An extremely deep sorrow surged in his eyes: "...I'm sorry."

"You dream." An angry fire ignited in the youth's eyes, showing sharp canine teeth like some wild animal, and the killing intent rolled in his eyes: "If you don't go, I won't go. Since you can't run away, I will The entire laboratory is slaughtered here, and then burned in a fire, so that no one can analyze the chip in your head. It doesn’t matter if there is, we will all kill..."

"The army is already on its way." U2625 interrupted him.

Even if they were, it was impossible to beat the most elite permanent garrison in the entire Federation—this was suicide.

He sighed silently, and slowly slid a gun out of his drooping palm-it was what he had left when he broke through the guard's defense.

The subject sneered:

"What? Will you kill me if I don't leave?"

"No." The young man shook his head calmly, flipped his wrists, and the muzzle instantly turned around and hit his chin.

The young man screamed in panic, "...Wait!"

"...Hurry up." The other party's voice seemed to sigh softly: "I will take care of the remaining chasing soldiers."

In the corridor where the alarm bell was made, the two of them faced each other far away, with swords drawn at each other, a strong smell of blood wafting in the solidified air.

The boy clenched his teeth and could almost taste the blood in his mouth.

Dark eyes stared at each other.

The young man standing face to face looked back at him silently, like a mountain that could not be moved, calmly placing his life in the corner of the gaming table, waiting for his decision.

He cut his sight, turned and plunged into the night outside the door.

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In the silence, the curled up boy finally moved slightly.

With a blink of his long eyelashes, a big tear rolled down, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness-as if it had never appeared before.