Soul of Burning Steel

In the former void maelstrom, in the center of the current nebula cluster, in a world wrapped in infinite silver mist, there is a small medium-sized world that is developing peacefully.

Siberia World, in the southeast agricultural region base, the power user 'chariot' is holding a long metal staff, the old man with gray hair is standing on the canal, staring at the large lush three-crop rice in front of him, and is satisfied nodded.

This year in the world of Siberia is another bumper year. With the restart of the world and the intervention of the steel python, the development of superpower civilization can be said to be going smoothly. Even the soul puppets who were originally regarded as competitors, now it seems that they are indeed faithfully abide by the agreement, and with They work together to develop without any disagreement.

"A bumper harvest means food, and food means more children can be fed."

Touching the special-shaped metal staff that is both a weapon and a reclamation tool in his hand, a sincere smile appeared on the wrinkled face of the chariot: "With children, there will be a future... the next generation of our superpower civilization must It can really 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 have to be made by humans, and there are even artificial intelligence systems that do not require human intervention at all, for the fields of research and development and creation, as well as the vast majority For some civilizations that have not developed to that point, population is the most important resource.

In the huge database left by Fatloervi, there is a complete database of the pre-Siberian civilization. In the cycle that has been repeated for thousands of years, the technology of the soul puppets is also very advanced. If it wasn't for the fact that the first generation of the power user civilization didn't receive much education at all, and the population was very small, they might have been able to establish a complete small industrial system within their own generation.

However, even with all the unsatisfactory beginnings, the future is bright and promising.

"Those soul puppets have even restored some pastoral animals before the doomsday through some 'gene restoration and cloning technology'...Although, in terms of taste and functionality, they are completely inferior to the special life left by the adult, but The reproduction speed of those livestock is also much faster than those special life forms, and it can be used as a daily source of meat products."

After all, it is the life naturally bred in this world, and of course it is more suitable than the special life from outside.

Thinking of this, the old man walked down the ditch, bent down, and stroked the rice stalks. The chariot, a powerful superhuman capable of tearing steel and moving at supersonic speed, was like stroking the 'future'. As careful. He narrowed his eyes, swallowed, and whispered to himself: "The me ten years ago 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 cycle of order in the world, and restore the ecology, the entire Siberian 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 the two ends of the world, the soul puppets and superhuman civilizations each occupy an area for development. Although the cooperation between the two is not close, it can be considered that there is no extra scheming. The two sides work together to create a bright future. .

As the elder of the power civilization, Chariot could have occupied a high position in the newly established New Siberia government, but because he thought he was too old and his stubborn thinking could not lead everyone forward, he rejected the invitation . Many of today's high-level government officials are members of the team led by Chariot 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 force themselves to be in high positions forever. This may be a kind of lazy slack, but it may also be a kind of wisdom.

boom boom.

In the sky, thunder sounded.

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 said to himself in a strange way: "Why is it coming again? Didn't it rain a few days ago? Is it? Did the power users of the weather control system make a mistake, too much water will flood the crops..."

Thinking of the possible losses, the chariot couldn't stand anymore—he planned to go back to the plantation base now, and use the communication circle to ask what was going on.

But in the middle of the walk, the old man stopped suddenly, and his eyes became confused.

Accompanied by the rolling thunder, the pouring rain, amidst the deafening thunder, and in the silent silence, the chariot seemed to hear, heard some voice from far away... and a call.

The appearance of the Void Maelstrom was not accidental. The unique space-time structure made it gather the steel fragments that were scattered 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 space-time structure here to continue to gather, absorb everything in the void, and condense here.

"This... what does it feel like?"

His legs, which were forged like iron and steel, slumped like a normal old man. He knelt down on the ground while taking a deep breath. His eyes were hazy, as if he was watching something extremely far away. The metal rod in his hand barely supported himself from falling.

The old man felt that something was being born in the depths of his heart... It was not someone else, but himself, a new self, a body that could get rid of this aging body, and this twilight mentality, returning to the most prosperous and most beautiful The ultimate self.

He seemed to have seen an illusion—a young, powerful man shrouded in golden radiance, a man who obeyed everything he said. Standing on the top of the spiral tower, the man overlooking the world.

"...Is that really me?"

The old man can't resist mentally, even from the deepest part of his heart. No one can refuse their thoughts, because it is just a thought, and thinking is fleeting and chaotic. Everyone may have fantasized about killing an annoying person, changing some of their shortcomings, or even Some thoughts that I hate very much will also flash out from the depths of my heart like ghosts and spread in my mind without restraint, but those are just fantasies, as long as they are not fulfilled, they will not exist.

Ordinary people can't resist these fleeting thoughts, and naturally they can't resist the brand-new self that is conceived and born from the depths of the soul.

——In the world of Siberia, who hasn't fantasized that he can replace the supreme one on the throne, stand on the top of the spiral tower, and look down on the world?

Chariot fantasized about it, and that was exactly a thought that he had once flashed, and that thought was slowly spreading and getting bigger... Then, using it as a starting point, it began to spread.

"wrong!"

But in a trance, not knowing whether it came from the deepest sense of crisis in himself, or a moment of clarity, Chariot suddenly clenched his fists, and he roared: "I absolutely don't want it, don't be the second oppressor!"

"Even if it's death—just dying of old age in the fields like this, I absolutely don't want to become the second Fatrolvi!"

Struggling to stand up again, the chariot tried his best and came to the agricultural base. He used the last bit of strength to activate the communication circle in his office, and then... Just like that, he passed out in front of the stage.

...

While in a coma, Chariot felt that he saw many things.

He saw wild beasts fighting, wolves lurking in the jungle hunting long-horned deer, giant bears and tigers fighting for food in the icy and snowy jungle, and he saw ants swarming endlessly, attacking all creatures he could see.

He saw powerful monsters calling for wind and rain, running across the jungle, seeing behemoths floating between the sky and the earth, like a suspended continent, and seeing an ancient steel dragon creating changes in the world by itself, restarting the ecology, and reincarnating all things.

He saw many, many, from tiny fungi, to monsters beyond the world, he saw monsters wandering in the darkness that he had never been to but somehow knew was the void, that fed on the world, There is an extremely powerful ether dragon flying in the nebula layer hunting and preying... 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-existing, free-wheeling, and not subject to any constraints.

A kind of nameless expectation began to grow in the heart of the old man... He began to look forward to and yearn for this kind of life, the kind of life that is easy and comfortable, without any responsibility, and without being responsible for anyone's future, and looking forward to it.

To be Fatrolvi...to be an oppressor...doesn't seem so hard to accept...As long as you are happy, then everything is fine.

——Life’s desire for infinite and eternal freedom, and the desire to do whatever you want without restraint, is an instinct that can never be eliminated. It is the result of biological nature itself. It is the condensation of many instincts such as survival, reproduction, diet, and curiosity. The body is not only the source of desire, but also 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 crying voice: "Wake up quickly... woo woo woo, please don't die..."

A little impatiently opened his eyes slightly, 'Chariot' observed the front of him from a line-like perspective.

It was a woman in white clothes who seemed to have just come of age, with a childlike face. She had long hair that was soft and radiant with gentle light. This woman code-named 'Iron Wall' was the former soldier In the chariot team, the girl who has been protected by the chariot and regards her as her father, at this time, it is she who awakens the chariot in a coma by sending her own energy.

And originally, she regarded Tiebi as her daughter, always took care of each other gently, gave the other party the best resources, and expected the other party to grow into a stronger chariot than herself. The warmth like a father... has completely disappeared.

Because... there is no need.

Ultra life forms are individuals that don't need offspring and don't need to reproduce. They can reproduce, but it is not necessary. They can cluster, but it is not necessary. They can live forever only by themselves, and they can be free only by themselves.

Therefore, super life forms do not need companions, offspring, or the existence of superfluous persons. They do not need help, and they can achieve "biological perfection" and completely get rid of the desire to survive, eat, and reproduce. It is a kind of near-consciousness individual.

I... can be that individual too.

In his sluggish thinking, there was a burst of boredom, and he felt that everything that was happening around him was meaningless, whether it was the exclamation of Iron Wall and other team members who had taken care of him when they saw him wake up, or the people with medical ability He felt that there was no point in murmuring in doubt, or in the rather mechanical report of the individual soul puppet who assisted in the recovery.

I can live well without you... Don't come near me, and don't have any contact with me!

I don't know whether it's instinct, or I really think so, Chariot really wants to scold the group of people around me who don't know the so-called, and let them go away, but now his body is hot, and he can't use his strength, so he can't say no. After speaking, the old man could only let the iron wall hug him tightly, and let the wet tears drip down his back.

"Be careful, Ms. Tiebi, Mr. Chariot may be suffering from a special disease... His physical condition is very strange, with sudden high fever, and his organs are also alienated to some extent. Now that Mr. Chariot has woken up, then For the sake of possible infection, please leave.”

On one side, the voice of a medical ability user sounded, and his tone was vigilant. It was obviously a tone of fear in the vigilance, but for some reason, a gleam of relief flashed in the heart of the tank at this time.

"Yes, stay away from me...the farther the better...I don't need other people to take care of...don't come near me..."

Is it instinctive, or is it a real thought in my heart? At this time, the chariot can no longer be analyzed, his rationality and instinct are mixing together, his thinking begins to become chaotic, there is no layered thinking anymore, and it becomes more and more simplified—to fulfill one's own desires is the essence of wisdom. The first purpose, a mutation is happening on the chariot.

He passed out again, but this time, he didn't completely lose his will, but was keenly aware of everything around him.

There were several familiar or unfamiliar voices.

"...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... People from the soul puppet side also came, and they said that an autopsy is needed to know the truth more clearly-we know that the chariot must be nothing, it is not fatal after all, it is just a treatment method, but the power user will never allow the soul puppet to dissect our compatriots again!"

"However, the superpowers in the chariot are getting stronger and stronger. This is probably just an abnormality brought about by the evolution of abilities."

"But what if it's a kind of disease? Don't forget that 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 known that several transcendent individuals who have been in contact with the chariot, that is, the acquaintances of the original chariot team, also have bad symptoms of different sizes. Seriously. , this is a big crisis, we can't find the mode of infection at all, I solemnly suggest to implement the isolation policy, divide the members who are currently confirmed not to be infected from the members who are suspected of being infected, and after confirming that the latter is safe, then consider the future matter."

These are all very normal, very rational thoughts and suggestions - in the face of an infectious disease whose cause is unknown, isolation is the simplest and most effective measure, not to mention that the capable person has their own force, and there is no need to rely too much on it Others can live just fine.

The doctors are still arguing. They are not professional medical personnel, but because of their abilities, they are biased towards treatment, so they have received part of the doctor's education, so everyone has different opinions and cannot reach a consensus.

These are individuals who cannot understand each other...

He was clearly in a deep sleep, but for some reason, Chariot showed an intriguing smile. He vaguely seemed to have found something in common between the capable person and himself, that is, the former holds a small part of "freedom" ' and 'do whatever you want', and you are about to become the real incarnation of freedom and do whatever you want.

Perhaps, what they said is correct, this is a kind of evolution, the final evolution of a transcendent, a capable person, from a fragile and incomprehensible individual to an independent super life, this is the truth.

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