Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"This is an absolute taboo! Anyone who violates this rule will be killed by all members."

……

"Let them go, let them develop freely. Or maybe do some cosplay, role-playing? Let's have some religion for fun: I want to play a god."

It seemed as if the handwriting was printed out in the "Yahei" default font that was commonly used on computers in the "previous life".

"What are we acting for? We already are."

"God has no meaning. We are the ultimate people. We still need to have this self-awareness - don't forget our roots."

"I agree with the above. Where we come from is also the anchor point of the foundation of our personality."

"I second that. Actually, we are immortals playing with the human world, haha."

"It should be like this: neither attached nor separated, neither gained nor freed."

……

"Hello, friends. Thank you all for joining us for today's discussion. Here are my humble suggestions: take turns. Each period is 500 years, you take 500 years, I take 500 years; everyone can play, and do whatever they want after their turn. Usually, everyone can find a test field to try out their ideas."

The guy who wrote this respectful text seemed to be acting as the "host" or "mediator" in the meeting. His handwriting was clear and thin, and appeared at the end of each option comment.

"This is good, this is very sensible."

"What about the order? The last one will have to wait thousands of years!"

"What's wrong with thousands of years... We've been chatting and talking nonsense here for more than ten years."

"I agree: Even if you work hard and diligently for a lifetime, it will only last a moment. In the future, you will be reborn in the Land of Infinite Life and enjoy infinite happiness."

"Let me give you another tip. In the wasteland, you eat me and I eat you. This is also a very..."

The words at the back became smaller and smaller, squeezed together in the gap, and Fang Bailu could no longer make out any information: judging from his or her comments on various voting items, this wasteland and superman enthusiast was really persistent in his or her arguments.

Although the comments following this option are mixed, but...

Fang Bailu checked it carefully and found that this one had the most votes: if he drew another horizontal line, it would be a complete character "正".

This discussion, which was difficult to define in detail, came to an abrupt end, and it seemed that the "taking turns" option had become the last choice.

"What's next? Is there no next?"

Fang Bailu, who was looking for the result, was attracted by the rectangle called "Attention Bar".

Under the note column was written huge words, each stroke carefully filled in with a marker:

"Don't visualize! Anyone who visualizes deeply will be kicked out of the chat room and regarded as our enemy. The visualization machine is prepared for the 'grand scene', not to turn us all into fatalists."

"I see. I also feel that once you start to visualize, nothing is fun anymore."

"What's your attitude? Try making another threat? Every member of our assembly is equal."

"Is the 'grand scene' real or fake? How long do we have to live to see it?"

"Advice: Death and rebirth are the Tathagatagarbha. They are said in the world. There is death and rebirth. Death means the decay of the faculties. Rebirth means the arising of new faculties. It is not the Tathagatagarbha that has rebirth and death. The Tathagatagarbha is free from the conditioned. The Tathagatagarbha is permanent and unchanging."

"People who can't live forever will die, and it doesn't matter whether it's a grand scene or not."

The line was fiercely crossed out with a horizontal line, and a footnote was added:

"That's bullshit. If you don't know how to find a way to immortality with the good stuff you have, you can give it to me."

Chapter 161 Meeting Minutes on the Other Side of Time (Part )

Fang Bailu stood on tiptoe and jumped lightly.

As if there were invisible steps supporting him from beneath his body, lifting him up step by step, Fang Bailu floated towards a higher place.

In the chat room of digital space, what a person thinks is what he gets.

As long as he stayed within the confines of the room, he could do whatever he wanted—including zero-gravity flight. After all, even his electronic avatar wasn't real.

"What's a 'grand spectacle'... a grand spectacle, a beautiful view?"

This word appeared frequently in the discussion just now; it seemed like a common expectation of everyone in the chat room. But Fang Bailu couldn't find a specific explanation, so he continued to read aimlessly in the long document.

"It seems that these people don't do 'deep' visualization. 'Deep'? From this meaning, it takes deep enough visualization to glimpse into the future. Immortals are also unwilling to visualize the future. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Is there any hidden secret in it..."

"Speaking of which, I never went back to that 'hardware store', nor did I see the 'store owner' again."

He shook his head and continued to check the chat history:

There was no chronological order between the insults, ridicules, small talk, jokes, and memes one after another. He guessed that the owners of the chat rooms just randomly chose the place to write in the blank area.

Wherever there are people, there are factions and divisions, closeness and distance.

Not to mention a group of weirdos who want to dominate the world——

"The only difference is that they really have this power. But they don't have the intelligence and state of mind to match. Anyway, the content now looks like a bunch of idiots talking nonsense."

At least from these trivial chatter, these immortals are not much different from me; they are even more...

A little more emotional.

But Fang Bailu knew that immortals were actually very different from him, and it was even worth considering whether they belonged to the same species: the immortal body of the Xihe girl was the best evidence.

And this seems to come from the so-called way of immortality...

What exactly is that? Judging from the words, each immortal has a different way to immortality.

It is certainly not some kind of superpower, or knowledge from extraterrestrial intelligent beings—

The message in the conversation naturally refutes this.

There is only one possibility: the way to immortality is the crystallization of science and applied technology.

Inexplicably, he felt a surge of pride and even arrogance...

Human beings finally discovered some sublime truth, climbed to the top of the mountain, and took the power of all things into themselves; they also surpassed the imagination of this "old guy".

"It seems that the technologies that emerged after my hibernation were all acquired and divided up by them. Is that right? We need to take a closer look."

As for how the immortal used the power he had obtained, Fang Bailu felt angry.

It’s not that there is any great justice flowing through his heart; he can admit without shame that if he were in Fang Bailu’s shoes, he would also want to reshape the world through his own will.

but……

"I finally survived, but my life is still so hard! These idiots who got the good stuff want to bully me in the future? Are they sick? Holy shit."

Fang Bailu gritted his teeth and read everything on the writing board eagerly. He even felt his eyes were dry and sore: he was calmer than when he first visited the adult forum in his life, but he was also fully focused.

……

"Before I knew it, our membership had grown to twelve; it was like one big family. I believe there were no other sober companions out there.

As a group with common interests and a common vision, we need to add anchors to reality to maintain our humanity and clarity.

After voting on the organization's name, a pool of names that are more in line with our current form of existence has been opened for everyone in the Immortal Assembly to choose from.

Please don’t forget the importance of self-existence in a long life - we are not a group of crazy people huddled together for warmth, but partners who help each other.

thank you all. "

"Finally I saw the words 'Gathering of Immortals'... Are there twelve immortals? So many?!"

This number is much larger than Fang Bailu imagined.

Also beyond expectations was the “follow-up post” this time:

"You're too serious, really. Do you want me to help you reconstruct your language form? I've been trying to use sign language and facial expressions instead of sounds and words to think, and I've learned a lot."

"It's a good name to call it the Brotherhood of Steel. It also fits the setting of our organization. Why no one voted, I don't understand."

“Hahahahahaha, no one is complaining about the name the Wastelander chose for himself! It’s obvious that he’s a sissy.”

"Am I the only one who thinks that President Huan is a hypocrite? Can't gender be changed at will? Ya's mother and I have also changed into men. President Huan clearly made a few gender-changing avatars to stay at home and play with him..."

“3 Peter 3:4-.”

"What did the new duck say? I've already prepared half of my company's structure, but I still haven't figured out what He wrote."

"Oh, that's the index code of the Cross Sutra. And it's called 'The Punishment Bird'. It has undergone a ritual of ascension, and its intelligence is about the same as that of the little bald guy, but it also likes to say weird things."

“Thus have I heard: ‘Your adornment should not be outward, the appearance of hairdos and gold ornaments or clothing, but it should be the hidden thing of the heart, the personality of an immortal meekness and a calm spirit, which is precious in the sight of God’ - Quote: 1 Peter / 1 Peter.”

"Iron Monk is quite enthusiastic! I used to think he was a bit silly (sticking out tongue)"

"I think too much. He is just showing off. PS: Send me a copy of the company structure when it's done. I want to copy your homework. Thank you."

……

At the end of this conversation, a small doodle appeared. Before that, Fang Bailu had only seen monotonous text:

A group of people with blurred faces and different heights were gathered together, shoulder to shoulder, and from the way they were arranged neatly, it looked like a family photo or a graduation photo taken in a photo studio.

Although he couldn't see their faces clearly, Fang Bailu somehow felt that everyone had a happy smile on their face.

Suddenly, a strong emotion flowed through Fang Bailu's chest: it was a slightly sour candy made of warmth, joy and shyness, which made him want to cry.

"Thank you for accepting me."

Soft whispers rang in my head for no reason, as if someone was whispering in my ear.

Well!

Fang Bailu reflexively shrank back, looking around the narrow but empty space as if he had been electrocuted:

Nothing.

There was neither air disturbance in the chat room nor the loud sound of blood rushing that could be heard through bone conduction in an extremely quiet environment.

"What's going on? Is it carrying other sensory signals..."

He carefully looked at the simple but vivid picture again, but this time nothing unusual happened.

"The way these people talk is getting weirder and weirder."

Fang Bailu shook his head and counted the speakers this time:

If the weird sketch and the main topic are included, there are twelve of them in total - all members of the Immortal Assembly should have expressed their opinions in this short topic.

More nicknames appeared in the conversation, and it seemed that these people had become closer to each other through years of chatting.

Wasteland Maniac, President Huan, Yama, Little Duck/Sky Punishment Bird, Little Bald Head/Iron Monk...

"It's not surprising that there's an AI immortal behind the Buddhist sect; they play the same game all the time... but the title of immortal always feels a bit inappropriate, right?"

"That punishment bird is quoting from the Bible. North America and Europe are now barren. Is it caused by it? It seems that only those places still have Abrahamic beliefs."

A corner of the world's curtain was slowly opening before my eyes - it was an amusement park that was almost in ruins and was only for a handful of people to manipulate and play with at will.

But Fang Bailu was more concerned about another point between the lines, which was more closely related to the recent crisis:

Wasteland maniac... is it the girl from Xihe? This can also be seen from the description of Night Owl; the vision of thirsting for blood and fire is only possessed by one person in this discussion.

Was she originally a male? Or was the name just a code name?

Fang Bailu quietly recorded this and the way the immortals addressed each other in the little notebook in his heart, waiting for it to come in handy in the future.

He was not surprised or surprised:

"Tsk, but physical gender can no longer define these people; it's about as easy as changing clothes with me."

……

In silence, Fang Bailu continued to climb upwards.

Chapter 162 No Open Fire

The higher he went, the stranger things Fang Bailu saw became.

Although most of the participants' discussions were still in Chinese characters, the sentence structure became messy and fragmented, and in some exaggerated cases, only a few characters were combined together.

Some of them no longer follow the horizontal sentence arrangement from left to right, but instead arrange them in a nine-square grid or chessboard-like "formation", which makes him look confused.

Apart from the cautious and polite "host" who speaks less and less frequently, only the "bird of punishment" who loves to mark Bible index codes, the iron monk who uses Buddhist scriptures instead of arguments, and the simple drawing at the end of each conversation have never changed.

"Is the record wrong? Has it become garbled? No, that's not right."