Purgatory Artist

Infinite ocean depths.

Doors after door are quietly suspended in the depths of the sea, showing a spiral upward arrangement.

On each door, the corresponding time and year are written:

"The 2571th year of the real world;"

"The 2572th year of the real world;"

"The 2573th year of the real world;"

"..."

Liuping crossed countless doors and kept rising along the ocean current.

Which door should I enter?

In fact, many things are waiting for you to do.

The reason why I left that era was to prevent the two Andreas from meeting, lest one of the Andreas was erased by the law.

At the same time, it is also to ensure that the timeline and the law of causality will not produce huge changes.

So.

Just choose the time when Andrea has left the Void Pillar.

As Liu Ping was thinking, Kashu suddenly jumped out and automatically opened in front of him.

Bang!

The baby girl appeared directly in his arms with a pacifier.

"These years will not work, keep going up." She telepathically said.

"Is the power of destiny guiding you?" Liu Ping asked.

"It can make me sense the thing you want to avoid." The baby girl said.

"Okay, let's go!"

Liu Ping kept floating up holding the baby girl.

The doors of time were left behind by him, and gradually disappeared into the deep sea.

finally-

"Sure." The baby girl said.

Liuping stopped and looked at the door in front of him.

I saw a line of small characters written on the door:

"The 3001th year of the real world."

The baby girl said: "This is a year full of changes. Everything in the past ends at this time. Everything begins to change drastically. None of the sentient beings in the whirlpool knows what will happen next second. what."

Liu Ping said: "Let's go and see."

He put his hand on the door and pushed hard.

Lines of burning small prints quickly jumped out and appeared before his eyes:

"Attention, you are entering the 3001th year of the real world."

"According to your world affiliation, you will enter the human world on the Void Pillar."

The small print floats still.

The turbulent water poured into the door, and Liu Ping leaped forward slightly, then jumped into the door.

…

night.

Neon lights shine on the city-states that never sleep.

The flying shuttle flew high in the sky densely.

Row upon row of tall buildings resemble a jungle, emitting soaring light and shadow from time to time, condensing them into various illusory images.

The center of the city.

Fountain pool.

A corpse in a suit and leather shoes floated in the pool.

Seven or eight police shuttles circled the fountain pool and completely sealed off the place.

Several police officers stood by the pool with their arms folded, and kept looking at the data at the time of the incident from the light screen.

"It's really confusing. Is this murder? Or some other performance art?"

"Murder? Haha, who else would dare to do such a thing these days? The super-quantum central brain can monitor everything in real time, and the murderer will be rectified on the spot immediately."

"According to me, this death is a performance art, and his consciousness must be stored in an online address."

"This man seems to be in his forties, but he is not serious at all."

They chatted one after another, and their faces were full of ease.

suddenly.

A voice sounded from behind them:

"The identity of the deceased has been verified."

"He is a member of the World Parliament. The consciousness store uses ancient chips. There is no backup in the online world."

The police looked back.

I saw a man with a beard standing behind them.

"Boss, here you are!"

"Good boss!"

"It's actually a member of the World Parliament? That's why I turned around to deal with it, right?"

Everyone babbled.

The man walked to the side of the fountain and said: "Immediately salvage the corpse, the central brain has already started to record the matter throughout the process, because—"

"He didn't clone a spare body."

The faces of the police changed.

Many people even showed fear.

Without a clone, the transfer of consciousness will encounter difficulties, and it must be cloned from the corpse again.

If this person’s consciousness integrated chip is also destroyed—

Then he really died.

There is no way to resurrect him.

In the shuttle, several five- or six-meter-high robots jumped down gently, stretched out their long mechanical arms, and began to salvage the corpse.

One robot quickly transformed into a sealed operating room, while another robot was assembled outside the operating room and gradually turned into a set of sophisticated operating instruments and appeared in the operating room.

The head of the deceased was cut through a thin slit.

The extremely slender wire went in and took out a silver chip.

A streamer swept across the chip.

The next moment.

A majestic female voice rang in everyone's ears:

"The chip has been destroyed."

"The personal consciousness of World Congressman No. 295 has been copied."

"This case has been raised to the world's security level."

"Everyone prepares."

"According to the fifth set of procedures of the World Defense Standard, the hunting mission began."

Everyone felt tight and said in unison: "Yes!"

Everyone started to get busy quickly according to the various tasks that appeared on their light screens.

at the same time.

Mid-air.

Liuping stood still, watching what happened below with relish.

Everyone turned a blind eye to him.

The robots in charge of vigilance constantly scanned the night sky and the streets, and did not find him either.

-Since taking a hand of the umbrella holder, he has mastered the power of strange magic, and then has a deeper understanding of the power of obituaries.

Although these forces have been sealed by the Burial of the Earth—

But Liu Ping had already acquired the corresponding knowledge, and he began to use his strange power to build some abilities.

The simplest application is to let all beings turn a blind eye.

"Unexpectedly, human beings are developing so fast." He sighed with emotion.

"What do you think?" Yana's voice followed.

Liuping paused.

—In the real world, in 2037, I was busy fighting in the Palace of Nightmare.

The development of the human world is managed by Yana.

"Yana, thanks to you, the current human world is pretty good." Liu Ping praised.

"It's fine if you are satisfied, but the time has passed so long, the ghost knows whether they have developed according to my arrangement at the time." Yana said a little nervously.

Liu Ping suddenly felt something and looked up into the air.

In the depths of the night, the light of a huge holographic image flew up, forming an image of a person out of thin air, floating in the air.

It is the image of Yana.

The majestic and magnificent holographic image floats in the air, and the image of Yana also overlooks the world, like a god.

Liu Ping whistled and smiled: "Look, Yana, they still miss you very much."

The card book moved.

Yana did not appear, but a white cat jumped out first.

The white cat squatted on Liu Ping's shoulders, squinting and looking around.

"Liu Ping."

Zhao Chanyi's voice sounded in Liu Ping's heart.

"What?" Liu Ping said.

"I found one thing and I need you to look at it immediately." Zhao Chanyi said.

The white cat stretched out its paw and pinched it.

The aura suddenly gathered, forming a picture in the void.

I saw crowds of various demonstrations on the screen.

They held up the portrait of Yana and struck a big cross on the portrait.

"This is not the life we ​​want!"

"Refuse to evolve!"

"Don't have a prosthetic body!"

"We do what we want to do!"

The crowd shouted loudly, blasting all the surrounding buildings.

"Such things are everywhere, almost blooming everywhere." said the white cat.

The smile on Liu Ping's face gradually faded.

Yana suddenly appeared and said faintly: "The things I did back then were just to make human beings more viable among the Void races. Maybe I did ignore some spiritual care, Liu Ping, you don't have to pay attention."

"Ignore it?" Liu Ping said.

Yana said: "Why bother with mortals? We are still waiting to hear Andrea's story. Didn't you say that she can help you become stronger?"

"There is such a thing."

As Liu Ping spoke, he looked at the scene again.

He saw many people speaking, ranting, and venting his dissatisfaction with the world.

A crowded assembly site.

The person on the stage said loudly: "Who should confess the most?"

The people below said in unison: "Angel Yana of repentance!"

"Yes, she made this world look like this! We don't want to live like this!"

"We don't want a prosthetic body!"

"Technology is a sin!"

"Void races are all created equal!"

The crowd shouted loudly.

Liu Ping looked at it carefully, turned less, and shook his head:

"In fact, even if we didn't do enough in some places back then, the latecomers only need to supplement it, but now they are denying the foundation of civilization-they think they are smart, but they are a mob. I don't have enough knowledge, I haven't honed my unique talents, and I haven't seriously thought about what I want to do in life."

Countless lights flashed from his eyes.

Suddenly he stretched out a hand and stroked his face.

Yana.

She shook her head gently, and said softly: "It's all trivial things. You should concentrate on accomplishing your things instead of wasting energy on these things."

"No, Yana, you are wrong." Liu Ping said.

"Huh?" Yana looked at him.

Liu Ping whispered: "You and I have established the foundation for the development of human civilization. Now, these people, who clearly have a life span of almost immortality, have begun to oppose and slander the creators of civilization on a large scale—"

"What do you want to say?" Yana asked.

"This will bring self-destruction." Liu Ping said.

With a casual move, a light screen suddenly appeared in the void.

"I remember asking you to set the trigger conditions." He started.

Yana sighed and said: "Whenever a human with strange power is detected, holding a prison knife and standing next to me, it can directly activate the most fundamental authority at the bottom of the brain."

"Oh." Liu Ping took the prison knife in his hand.

Yana lightly leaned on his other shoulder, lowered her head, not looking at the disdainful expression of the white cat on his other shoulder.

Soon.

A light screen appeared in front of Liu Ping Ping.

Followed by a majestic female voice:

"Welcome back."

"The founder of civilization, Liu Ping."

Liu Ping said, "I want to delegate authority."

Female voice: "Please speak."

"From now on, anyone who is dissatisfied with Yana shall not use any technological creation built by Yana." Liu Ping said.

"What if they already have it?"

"All deprived."

"But according to the law set by Ms. Yana, everyone's private property cannot be forcibly removed by the brain. How can I explain it?"

Liu Ping glanced at Yana.

Yana leaned on his shoulder and whispered: "You are the master."

Liu Ping said coldly: "Tell those people that the world is mine."