Soul of Burning Steel

In the former Void Maelstrom, in the center of the current nebula cluster, in a world surrounded by infinite silver haze, a small medium-sized world is developing peacefully.

Siboa World, in the southeast agricultural area base, the super-powered'chariot' is holding a long metal rod, and the gray-haired old man stands on the canal, watching the large area of ​​lush three-season rice in front of him, and then he is satisfied. Nodded.

This year in Siberia World is another good year. With the restart of the world and the active intervention of the Mana of Steel, the development of the superhuman civilization can be said to be smooth, even if it is the soul puppet that was originally regarded as a competitor, now it seems that it is indeed faithful to abide by the agreement. They develop together without any disagreement.

"A bumper harvest means that there is food, and food means that you can feed more children."

Touching the hand is both a weapon and a special metal rod as a reclaiming tool. The wrinkled face of the chariot shows a sincere smile: "With children, there is a future...the next generation of our superhuman civilization, we must It can truly be 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 it is not that any tool must be made by humans, and there are even artificial intelligence systems that do not require human intervention, it is extremely important for fields such as research and development and creation. For some civilizations that have not developed to that point, population is the most important resource.

In the huge database left by Fatlolvi, there is a complete database of the former Siberian 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 first generation of super-powerful civilization, they hadn't received much education at all, and the population was very small. They might be able to build a complete small industrial system in their own generation.

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

"Those soul puppets, even through some'gene reduction cloning technology', restored some of the livestock before the end...Although, in terms of taste and functionality, they are completely inferior to the special edible life left by the adult, but The breeding speed of those herding animals is much faster than those of special lives, and they can be used as a source of daily meat products."

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

Thinking of this, the old man walked down the canal, leaned down, and stroked the rice stalks. The chariot, a powerful superman who could tear steel by hand and move at supersonic speed, seemed to touch the'future'. As cautiously. He squinted, swallowed, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "I was ten years ago, I would never think of..."

The Siboyan world at this time was completely two worlds compared to when Fatrolvi was still ten years ago.

Under the special life transformation brought by Joshua that can improve the climate, accelerate the cycle of order in the world, and restore the ecology, the entire Siboyan world has not restored its original barren appearance, and has begun to become lush, like a huge grassland-rain forest. world. At both ends of the world, the soul puppet and the superhuman civilization each occupy a region for development. Although the cooperation between the two is not close, it can be regarded as no extra effort. The two sides work together to create a bright future. .

As the veteran of the superhuman civilization, the chariot could have occupied a high position in the newly established New Siberian government, but because he thought he was too old and his stubborn thinking could not lead everyone forward, he refused the invitation. . Many of today’s high-level government officials are members of the squad led by the tank in the past. It can be regarded as a place for the tank to relax. The government directly handed over a high-quality planting area in the southeast area to him. You can enjoy your favorite life.

The twilight old man shouldn't be forced to stay in a high position forever. This may be a kind of lazy slack, but it may also be a wise.

Boom boom.

In the sky, thunder sounded.

Feeling the increasingly dull breath and the gleaming thunder in the sky, the chariot woke up from thinking. He raised his head and looked to the sky, and said strangely to himself: "Why come again? It rained a few days ago. Didn’t the weather control superpowers make a mistake? Too much water can flood the crops..."

Thinking of the possible losses, the tank was a bit untenable. He planned to return to the planting base now and use the communication array to ask what was going on.

But halfway through, the old man suddenly stopped and his eyes became confused.

With the rolling thunder falling, the pouring rain, in the deafening thunder, in the silent silence, the chariot seemed to hear it, heard something from far away... and calling.

The appearance of the Void Maelstrom is not occasional. The unique structure of time and space makes it gather all the scattered steel fragments from the destruction of the surrounding world. Although most of the surplus steel fragments have been absorbed by the creation vortex in the abyss, this does not affect the space-time structure here, continue to converge, absorb everything in the void, and condense here. .

"This is... how does it feel?"

Legs made of iron and steel forged were as soft as a normal old man. The chariot was breathing heavily and fell to his knees. His eyes were dim, as if he was looking at something very far away, his hands clasped tightly. The metal rod in his hand barely supported himself not to fall.

The old man feels that something is being born in the depths of his soul... It is not someone else, it is himself, a new self, a body that can get rid of this aging, this twilight state of mind is returning to the most prosperous and most prosperous one. The ultimate self.

He seemed to see the illusion shrouded in golden light, a young, powerful man who spoke the world and obeyed. A man standing on the top of a spiral tower, looking down on the world.

"...Is that really me?"

The old man cannot resist, even from the deepest part of his soul. No one can reject their own thoughts, because it is just a thought. Thinking is fleeting and chaotic. Everyone may have fantasized about killing some 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 unconstrained in my mind, but those are just illusions, 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 has never imagined that he will replace the supreme one on the throne, standing on the top of the spiral tower, looking down on the world?

The chariot had imagined that it was a thought he had flashed before, and that thought was slowly spreading and getting bigger... and then, using it as a starting point, it began to spread.

"wrong!"

But in a daze, I don't know whether it is the sense of crisis from the deepest part of me or the moment of clarity. The chariot suddenly clenched his fists, and he roared: "I absolutely don't want it, don't be the second oppressor!"

"Even if you die in the fields like this, I absolutely don't want to be the second Fatlolvi!"

Struggling to stand up again, the chariot exhausted his rights and came to the agricultural base. With the last bit of strength, he opened the communication circle in his office, and then... just like that, he fainted in front of the stage.

...

In the coma, the chariot felt that it had seen a lot of things.

He saw wild beasts fighting, wolves lurking in the jungle hunting giraffes, giant bears and tigers fighting for food in the icy and snowy jungle, and he saw ant colonies in an endless stream attacking all the creatures he could see.

He saw the mighty monsters calling the wind and calling the rain, crisscrossing the jungle, seeing the giant beasts of the sky floating between the sky and the earth, like a suspended continent, he saw the ancient steel dragon making world changes with his own power, restarting the ecology, and reincarnation of all things.

He saw many, many, from tiny fungi to giant beasts that transcended the world. He saw that he had never been there before, but he knew for some reason that it was the darkness of the void, with giant beasts that feed on the world floating. There is an incomparably powerful etheric dragon flying in the nebula that hunts and preys... That powerful force, vigorous vitality, and everything full of vitality flashed past the old man's thoughts.

that's me.

Free, self-existent, free, free from any constraints... life.

A kind of nameless expectation began to breed in the old man's heart... He began to look forward to and yearn for this kind of life, that kind of ease, without any responsibility, and no need to be responsible for anyone's future, a day with anticipation.

Becoming Fatlolvi...becoming an oppressor...and it doesn't seem to be so difficult to accept...as long as you are happy, then everything is indifferent.

Life’s desire for infinite and eternal freedom, free and unconstrained, is an instinct that can never be eliminated. It is the result of biological self-pregnancy. It is a condensate of many instincts such as survival, reproduction, diet, and curiosity. It is not only the source of desire, but also the driving force of progress.

Although that is only the driving force of life.

"Wake up, Captain! Wake up soon!"

And just as he was expecting this, he suddenly heard a crying call: "Wake up quickly...uuuuu, please don't die..."

Some impatiently opened his eyes slightly, and the ‘chariot’ observed himself in front of him from a line-like perspective.

That was a woman in white clothes who seemed to have just grown up, with childishness on her face. She has long hair that exudes a gentle light. This woman code-named'Iron Wall' is exactly what she used to fight. In the chariot squad, the girl who has been protected by the chariot and regarded her as her father, at this time, it was she who awakened the chariot in a coma by sending her own energy.

In the same way, I regarded Tie Bi as a daughter, always took care of her, giving her the best resources, and expected her to grow into a tank stronger than her. But at this time, she found that in the past, she was full of Tie Bi. Just like the tenderness of my father... it disappeared completely.

Because... it's not necessary.

A super life is an individual that does not need offspring or reproduction. They can multiply, but there is no need. They can be clustered, but there is no need. They can live forever if they rely on themselves, and they can be free if they rely on themselves.

So super beings don’t need companions, offspring, or the existence of superfluous ones. They don’t need help. They can achieve "biological perfection" and completely get rid of the desire to live, eat, and multiply. It is a kind of near-consciousness. Individual.

I... can also be that individual.

In his slow thinking, there was a wave of boredom. He felt that everything that was happening around him was meaningless, whether it was the surprise cry of Tiebi and the other team members who had taken care of him when he was waking up, or the medically capable person on the side. Some doubtful murmurs, or the rather mechanical reports of the soul puppet individuals who assisted in the recovery, he felt meaningless.

I can live well without you guys...Don't get close to me, and don't have any contact with me again!

I don’t know if it’s instinct or if I really think like this. The chariot really wants to scold the people around me who don’t know the so-called and let them roll far away, but now his body is hot and his strength can’t make it up, and he doesn’t say no. When he said something, the old man could only let the iron wall hug him tightly, letting moist tears drip on his back.

"Be cautious, Miss Iron Wall, Mr. Chariot may be suffering from a special disease... His physical condition is very strange, he has a sudden high fever, and his organs are also somewhat alienated. Now that Mr. Chariot has woken up, then For the sake of possible infection, I still ask you to leave."

On one side, the voice of the medically capable person sounded, his tone was vigilant, which was obviously a tone of fear in his guard, but for some reason, a glimmer of relief flashed in the heart of the chariot at this time.

"Yes, stay away from me... the farther the better... I don't need anyone else to take care of it... don't get close to me anymore..."

Is it instinct, or is it the real idea in my heart? The chariot at this time can no longer be analyzed. His reason and instinct are being mixed together. His thinking is beginning to be chaotic, and he no longer has layered thinking. It is more and more simplistic to complete his desires, which is the first place in the existence of wisdom. Purpose, a kind of mutation is taking place in the tank.

He was in a coma again, but this time, he did not completely lose his will, but keenly perceives everything around him.

There were several familiar or unfamiliar voices.

"...Isolation chariot, his condition is weird, we can't analyze what disease it is... and this is the biggest bad news."

"Yes, that's right, we can't treat it at all... the people on the soul puppet's side are also here. They said that they need to solve the problem to know the truth more clearly. We know that the chariot certainly does not matter. After all, it is not lethal, it is just a cure , But the superpower will never allow the soul puppets to plan our compatriots again!"

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

"But what if this is a kind of disease? Don't forget, our super powers will also be greatly improved before they die... He, the tank, he is old after all..."

"In fact, this should indeed be an infectious disease. At present, it is known that several extraordinary individuals who have been in contact with the tank, that is, the acquaintances of the original tank team, also have bad symptoms of different sizes. Seriously , This is a big crisis, we can't find the mode of infection at all~www.novelmtl.com~ I solemnly recommend the implementation of a quarantine policy to separate members who are currently determined to be uninfected from those who are suspected of being infected, and make sure that the latter is safe After that, think about what comes after."

These are all normal and sensible ideas and suggestions. In the face of infectious diseases of unknown origin, isolation is the simplest and most effective measure. What's more, those who are capable are themselves armed and do not need to rely too much on other people. Can live well.

The doctors are still arguing. They are not professional medical staff, but because of their ability to treat, they have received part of the doctor’s education, so everyone has different views and cannot reach a consensus.

These are individuals who cannot understand each other...

Obviously in a deep sleep, the chariot showed a hint of intriguing smile for some reason. Vaguely, he seemed to find the common ground between the capable person and himself, that is, the former holds a small part of the'freedom'. 'And' do whatever you want', and you are about to become the true incarnation of freedom and whatever you want.

Perhaps, they are right, this is a kind of evolution, the ultimate evolution of the transcendent, the capable, from a fragile and incomprehensible individual to an independent super life, this is the truth.