Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Mom and Dad are immortal and will live forever. If humans perish, we will live in the ruins of the city. Even if the sun goes out, we will still live on the dark earth. Because... Mom and Dad have subscribed to the membership!"

Hot wind blew in the cemetery, and the flowing air brought with it the sound of fluttering wings and deafening whispers. It was as if countless ghosts in this cemetery were whispering:

"Yes! Yes! We don't need a resting place after death at all!"

"You are the last to die, and you will also be the loneliest to die!"

"Have you ever seen what it's like to be dead? Have you ever seen what it's like to be dead? Have you ever seen what it's like to be dead?"

Fang Bailu only felt a vortex appear in his brain, sucking everything away and destroying it. His strength seemed to follow this horrible wave and leave his body.

He could no longer stand, and fell down onto the hard and rough stone road, dragging the IV stand with him. The tombstone in front of him flipped up, and the tomb opened with a sound: the black depths were originally used to store the square box containing ashes, but now there was a...

A long pale coffin shrouded in mist.

Fang Bailu's parents bent down and looked at him with interest. They seemed to be mocking him, or happy about it, and they kept talking:

"Bai Lu, do you know? In order to let you rest in peace, mom and dad have spent all their money!"

"But you, you only need to sleep in this white coffin for hundreds of years... What did you leave us? Only tears and pain!"

"Besides, the son we put into hibernation is dead! Now, you are just a replica - a piece of software with the same memories and personality!"

"It's all in vain, all in vain..."

Big tears slid down from their eyes, but floated in the air like bubbles. Fang Bailu's parents rubbed their eyes with the palms of their hands like children who had been wronged.

"As long as you subscribe to the membership, you can be with your parents forever, in this wonderful dream..."

The sky seemed to have become lower. The dark clouds in the sky slowly and steadily pressed down, like a cramped ceiling; the only thing that remained unchanged was the suffocating heat.

"Just say yes, okay? Say it!"

They raised their long or short forelimbs, not knowing whether to hug or restrain Fang Bailu.

"enough!"

Fang Bailu struggled to get up from the ground, leaving blood marks mixed with fine sand on the edges of his palms. He grabbed the infusion port buried under the skin on his chest and pulled it out violently - a small piece of skin flew up, revealing a dark red blood hole.

"You...you lousy puppets know nothing!"

His eyes were blazing, and his fists were clenched. The cemetery around him was blurry and curled like a feverish illusion; steam rose from the scalding ground:

"They don't feel that pain or loss at all. My parents believe there is hope, that in the future I will wake up and have a new life in a new world."

"I will live, no matter how painful it is, because this is the wish they gave me! Because I also believe in hope! As long as I live in this world, there will be new possibilities one day."

"You guys are full of shit, but you're right about one thing: things will get better."

"If there is only one of me, I will live one life; if there are two of me, I will live two lives."

"So I won't fucking die! No matter what I become, I will live. Even if I'm not a human, even if I become a code backup, a virus, a fucking nematode, or something else!"

Like a wax painting being burned, the cemetery gradually turns into flowing blocks of color until it merges into the wilderness.

At the end of the conversation, Fang Bailu didn't know whether he was telling the other party or talking to himself - after all, the following content had nothing to do with what the other party said.

In this colorless void, there were only Fang Bailu and the two giant humanoid rats - their bodies were expanding and growing until they filled the entire field of vision.

They still chatter and chatter:

“Why reject the long dream of pleasure and pursue the painful reality?”

"Don't worry, it will soon be gone! Living in a dream is still living; in a snap of a finger, we can stretch and extend our life for you to thousands of years..."

"Mom and Dad have prepared a membership quota for you. It's really not easy. Do you know how popular the membership is? Not everyone can get one..."

The tension of existence in nothingness enveloped Fang Bailu's soul, injecting new concepts and ideas into his consciousness network.

Membership? Membership of what? Video site? Game? Takeaway? …

Fang Bailu wanted to ask this, but then realized:

There is only one kind of membership. Once you subscribe, you can leave the pain behind and gain happiness. Although you will be alone, you will also feel at ease.

As a leather bag filled with blood, flesh, and bones, this was the greatest happiness he could get...

……is that so?

"I remember... I remember that I was already far away from all evil."

An elastic shell forged from a memory alloy and mixed with impact-absorbing materials; an energy source that rotates forever, inefficient but extremely powerful; a hydraulic system that replaces muscle bundles and is capable of moving a building.

A soul that is copied from the bottom of the neural network by numbers and codes, unaffected by endocrine and neurotransmitters. A body that is free from disease and pain, unrestricted by telomeres and genes, and will last forever.

Body of iron and steel.

Silver-gray metal suddenly emerged from Fang Bailu's fingernails and spread all the way upwards; in an instant it spread over his lower abdomen and surged to his chest.

hum-

A huge roar sounded from Fang Bailu's sternum; with the sound of mechanical rotation, his chest was turned to the left and right, and hot air and high temperature came out from it. The rotating mobile phone was safely located in the middle, providing him with an inexhaustible energy source.

It wasn't that matter bloomed from nothingness, but that the void "dissipated" - revealing the ward under the canvas. They stood here again: except that Fang Bailu was no longer the physical body he had been a moment ago.

The two rats, standing upright on their hind legs, as big as men, huddled together and whispered:

“It’s a harmful customer, it’s a harmful customer…!”

"How could the trial make you completely obsessed? Stop the trial, stop——"

Bang!

Fang Bailu stretched out his hand and crushed the huge rat-shaped head, and the rotten bones, blood and brain marrow flowed out from between his fingers.

The remaining giant rat got on all fours, and the bright yellow electric fire swept across the ward, burning holes in the beds one after another:

"Don't you want a better world?!"

Fang Bailu shook off the dirt on his hands and took a step towards it:

“The world is not going to get better, nor is it going to get worse.”

The golden mouse's hair stood up, and electric charges gathered silently in the ward. Hundreds of thousands of volts of current flowed through its body.

click!

Fang Bailu grabbed its head and pulled it out of its body along with its pale spine. A stream of blood spurted out of the broken neck and splashed all over the spotted ceiling of the ward.

He turned around: besides Fang Bailu, there was only one other person left in the ward.

The green-eyed woman who was still sitting on the hospital bed turned a blind eye to Fang Bailu's killing - this was just a dream reflected by the mixture of invasive virtual illusion and subconsciousness; she was just a reflection of part of Fang Bailu's soul's wishes.

Maybe it represents the mechanical part, maybe it represents the human part: But Fang Bailu no longer needs an answer.

He has already completed the "demonization"; even his imaginary self has become a machine.

As he understood this, the ward also disappeared, leaving only the inky blackness. Fang Bailu got rid of his old weaknesses, and from then on, he no longer had any worries or sorrows.

"Anbenola" stroked the broken end of his right arm and looked directly into Fang Bailu's eyes that were shining frighteningly. Suddenly, in the vast darkness, he asked a question:

"If you were immortal, what kind of world would you want?"

Without hesitation or hesitation, Fang Bailu gave his answer. A mechanical and rhythmic voice emerged from his chest:

"I prefer a world where all people and individuals can fulfill their wishes. No matter what regrets, pain and loss there were in the past, they will no longer exist in the future; because these injuries will be repaired."

“I don’t seek to live forever alone. There should be connections between people, no matter how thin, and such connections should be cherished.”

"Anbenola" raised his sharp eyebrows, revealing a lingering suspicion:

"Very vague idea, what should I do?"

"I don't know. But..."

Fang Bailu opened his arms, and the boundless darkness cracked, revealing the white behind it.

First, let there be light.

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Chapter 218: The Third Day of Evil and Rebellion (VI)

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Humans are adaptable animals. They adapt to the dynamics of their environment, and in turn develop or change a set of behaviors that allow them to protect themselves in that environment and pursue food, safety, and reproduction.

In most cases, this change involves the guidance of a reward and punishment system - when one's needs are met, cognition will trigger the nerve center that controls pleasure; the brain will secrete neurotransmitters that bring pleasure: endorphins, dopamine, serotonin...

Unconsciously, human beings will be reshaped again; in an uncertain outside world, with floating goals and feelings.

But this rule no longer applies to Fang Bailu - or rather, the possessed person.

When the possession is complete, everything is "solidified", and the little elasticity in the consciousness network becomes rigid and inflexible: what kind of behavior will bring happiness, what kind of goals are worth achieving, what to pursue, what to avoid... The answers to these questions are determined from this moment on, until the complete demise of the body and mind.

He was just a slice and specimen of the moment of demonic possession, but it would be preserved forever. It could be said that Fang Bailu was no different from the deceased stored in the memorial box - he even had many non-organic mental illnesses.

But so what? He will see what he wants to see and make the world he wants happen...

……

The wandering and confusion of the soul seemed to be only a moment, and the time of unconsciousness recorded by the soul network was 0.37 seconds; Fang Bailu returned to his hard body again.

Those illusions that seemed real, a mixture of memories and changes, had been torn apart by himself, but the remaining experiences were stored intact in the Niwan.

In this brief moment, he has been changed forever and truly.

"A dangerous customer who cannot be handled. A dangerous customer who cannot be handled!"

Fang Bailu was still in mid-air, maintained its balance by the jet device; the heavenly soldier's frantic roar was also captured by the microphone - it actually chose to turn around and flee.

The fleeing silhouette of the heavenly soldier was not too far away - the huge monster that had lost one arm was jumping and leaping among the low houses; each bounce drew an arc mixed with dust, waste and debris.

Fang Bailu raised his arms: bright silver membranes stretched out from his waist and armpits and fully unfolded on his upper back, forming a pair of huge wings.

Buzz - boom!

Blue and white flames spurted out from his waist twice as fast, and the surging jets brought a strong propulsion force: with a deafening sonic boom, Fang Bailu turned into a sharp white line, cutting straight towards the fleeing heavenly soldiers.

Annihilate, destroy.

Things like heavenly soldiers should not exist in the new world.

Fang Bailu’s “should not” means that it is not allowed.

As well as the upgrade and iteration of its own components - the existing hardware level is far from enough for what Fang Bailu wants.

Like grass flattened by strong winds, the tin houses on both sides of Fang Bailu's low-altitude flight path collapsed one after another with the impact and whistling; the dust cloud that was raised was blown away by the air currents that followed, and the dust formed an arc that spread over several blocks.

Click, click…

Along with the wailing of the injection system, the green flame on Fang Bailu's waist gradually dimmed - the high load under excessive force in a short period of time had caused damage to the power transmission structure.

The burst of aerial power gained in exchange for endurance did not last long, but the wings spread between the ribs were prepared for further gliding.

He flapped his wings gently, and the heavenly soldier's funny swaying figure appeared again in Fang Bailu's sight; the straight-line distance was less than a hundred meters.

The silver-like wings reflected the color of the sunlight, and suddenly moved forward, curling up and wrapping in the middle; without the cushioning of the wings, Fang Bailu fell diagonally towards the path of the heavenly soldiers like an iron ball -

boom!

The 850-kilogram weight of the prosthesis plus the speed of falling created a terrifying kinetic energy; Fang Bailu's knees lifted up and pressed on the back of the celestial soldier. The impact force, comparable to that of an empty truck, drove the celestial soldier into the ground and embedded him in the pit.

"Untreatable and dangerous client! Untreatable and dangerous client!" Even after experiencing such a horrific collision, the body of the Tianbing did not change in the slightest. "Warning! Our company reserves the right to take any action against any aggressive behavior..."

Fang Bailu's head opened again with his jaw as the dividing line, and a group of high-energy charged particles hovered around the black tube that popped out of his throat.

Although his eyeballs were facing the back of his neck, he still had full-angle vision. The detection mechanism on his body surface generated a simulated image within a range of tens of meters:

Fang Bailu glanced at the body of the heavenly soldier wrapped in the holographic image, judging the landing point of the "Heart Palace Fire Thunder"; the crystallization of materials science in the old era was within reach.

"A stronger body can withstand higher-loaded methods. I want it so badly, so badly!"

Desire and greed were like a raging fire, rising from the bottom of his heart - before he became possessed by the devil, Fang Bailu had never had such a desire: he once had some resistance to transforming, replacing and separating his body.

Now, all these resistances have disappeared; humans are humans, no matter how their appearance changes... just as long as they exist, they are the continuation of the individual.

The heavenly soldiers continued to make strange noises that sounded like threats and requests.

"——Our company has the right to pursue the case, and there is no deadline for prosecution!"

"Shut up."