Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"To be honest, we didn't think highly of you."

"Protect the offspring of the hibernating dragon. As the first resource, protector and retainer we have after waking up, it is basically impossible to let them die peacefully. This means that you have no ability to properly utilize resources."

She suddenly sneered, as if she could no longer hold back:

"Death from old age. Your offspring will actually die of natural causes right in front of you, huh."

Originally, there would be a stream of molten anger rising from the spine, burning the brain of the white deer above—

But no. He was already in a state of extreme rage, and adding more wood would not make the fire any stronger.

The woman may not have noticed, or may not have cared. She just continued calmly:

"Let me tell you the normal process: Fifty-five years ago, my descendants sacrificed three souls and seven spirits to feed my six Dings and six Jias. With this power, I won the promotion competition within the department."

She still spoke so lightly - it seemed that she was not describing blood-related descendants, but how to save money by using toilet paper purchased at a discount wholesale price.

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Chapter 228: The Fourth Day of No Way (VI)

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"Oh, and in terms of business operations - you haven't shown any extraordinary talent in this area either. When we woke up, there were patients whose entities were much smaller and more dilapidated than your Yorozuya - but they used business methods instead of violence to merge with the company at Awakening Point."

"We were waiting for your steps. Originally, you should have joined the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society and climbed to the top of it - or destroyed it and built a new one on the ruins."

"After that, you will be qualified to know us... and even join us."

"But... mortal, you are just like an ordinary mortal, thirty-five. No ambition, no power, no vision and no goals."

"Besides being alive, all you reveal is a strong tendency towards self-destruction and self-abuse."

“I think your best quality is your luck. We are about to carry out the secondary distribution and use New Malaysia as a breeding ground for others—”

The woman paused for a moment, as if she wanted to express something. But in the end, she just gave a vague judgment:

"You know what happened."

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A hazy sound came from Fang Bailu's chest - it took a long time just to reopen the vocal system.

But he did not show any anxiety or fear; his anger froze into ice and got stuck in his chest:

"But the immortal woke up."

The woman nodded and repeated Fang Bailu's statement:

"But the immortal has woken up. The Xihe girl has finished her hibernation—much earlier than we expected."

"You have become the first hibernating dragon to have actual contact with an immortal."

"And the way to immortality that she possessed was obtained by 'Fang Bailu'. Another Fang Bailu."

Boom, boom. Boom!

The woman's heartbeat grew stronger and stronger. She was excited when she heard this word:

"Luck, luck...it's so unpredictable, who can know?"

"What is the way to longevity? In that golden age, the applied technology of every scientific direction - these most advanced essences, which would be regarded as the supreme products of miracles and magic in our sleeping age, were packaged into tools that even fools could use."

"They can be used to extend the survival of individuals. As long as you can accept the change in your way of existence, you can watch the sun go out with your own eyes." She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. "They can also be used as weapons to clear the surface of the earth or even detonate the core of the earth. They can also create towers that can connect to the depths of the stars out of nowhere."

"We have exhausted the power structure of the pre-immortal era. When we are truly about to leave our mortal bodies, it is you who will reap the first fruits of victory."

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Fang Bailu asked the question for the first time:

"How did the Golden Age... end?"

Hibernation Period - Golden Age - Blackout - Age of Immortals: and now - the age when the immortals are about to wake up from their tortoise rest and dragons have taken over the world.

"'The Great Blackout.' Its definition, causes, and consequences - right now, you don't need to know."

The vibration frequency of Fang Bailu's right arm gradually slowed down until it stopped. He moved his arm to finally dispel the curse, without any intention of asking further questions:

"Tell me the real reason why you came to see me. If you want to brag, you should have tens of thousands of listeners who are willing to cut off their ears to listen."

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"Have you ever played..." The woman squeezed out a strange sound - I don't know if it was an illusion, a little bit of restraint suddenly appeared; "Gein wave?"

Fang Bailu just looked at her without any intention of answering.

"Geinbo." The woman repeated it again, as if she was chewing on the word. Then, she suddenly pounded her fist on her palm; "Ah! It's GameBoy! Have you played it before? A handheld game console."

Fang Bailu suddenly realized that she was referring to the handheld "GameBoy"; of course he had played it before - it was the first game console he owned. In fact, this handheld game console with a black and white screen, only a few main buttons such as the cross key and A/B, and no shoulder keys, was also his first "device with computing power."

"Pokemon, Zelda, Kirby; oh, and Metal Gear. I was in the hospital at the time, and I played those all day long."

When his parents took young Fang Bailu to the electronics mall, it was in 2004. At that time, the color version of GameBoy, GBC (color gein), and its successor, GBA, were not so rare. So, his parents bought him a black and white GameBoy, which was an old model but more cost-effective. This also brought many happy moments to Fang Bailu's childhood.

If we judge only from this point - Fang Bailu believes that the hibernating dragon in the body of the snow ghost in front of him may have entered hibernation many years earlier than himself.

"And then - you know, with games, sometimes you get stuck and can't beat the boss; and I'm lazy, I don't like leveling up."

The woman's words were filled with a human sense of accomplishment, and her words became softer. They were far more exciting than when she described how she had expanded her reach around the world:

"Later, I asked someone to bring me a 'cheat code': this thing can change the data in the game, directly reach level 99, change the effort value, etc."

"Thanks to it, I was half dead, but I still managed to get through a lot of games..."

Having said this, she paused.

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Fang Bailu took over the conversation. He was used to the rhythm of women keeping half of the conversation:

"Are you asking what 'golden finger' I have?"

"No. I would like to know. Will you tell me? Or... have you had any adventures that we don't know about?"

She maintained her terrifying smile, not treating it as a real question, but just as a transition in the conversation:

"What I want to say is... everyone like you and me, who has returned to the world of the living from the underworld and woken up from a coffin soaked in white mist, has his or her own 'golden finger'."

"You're not special, Thirty-Five. You're not the protagonist of this game, and neither am I. 'We' are."

"The 'Hibernating Dragon' is far more dangerous than the 'Immortal'. You should also understand this - it was not the Xihe girl who walked out of the ruins of Kuala Lumpur, but you."

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The woman did not ask questions, nor did she demand answers. She simply fell into silence.

The silence was neither short nor long - Fang Bailu understood that this was actually a question.

Fang Bailu slowly and firmly stated her request for her:

"You want me to give up the way to immortality."

She raised her voice, and with it came deep sympathy and sorrow. Like an elder who was disappointed with her son, the woman shared her wisdom with Fang Bailu:

"No, I'm asking you to give up the other 'Fang Bailu'! Have you ever thought about how two different selves can coexist?"

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Chapter 229: The Fourth Day of No Way (Part )

"They are just killing and attacking each other, and there is only one left!"

"Among all the hibernating dragons, you have awakened the shortest time... but you are the craziest. No hibernator will give up his or her unique existence."

"We have been in despair for a long time, and even died once - we value our lives even more. We are even willing to pay an excessive price to survive."

"But madness does not mean strength - the iron sheet you have now is no different from a cardboard box."

"Do you think you are the first hibernating dragon to undergo a complete cybernetic transformation? I have dismantled several iron monks who have a perfect state of mind and do not need to enter the devil's realm."

"Let's go hunt him - the old version of you. That way, you'll be the only Fang Bailu again."

"We'll even give you the possibility to join us. Isn't that good?"

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Fang Bailu saw a hint of expectation in her eyes - but he didn't know where this expectation led.

So he chose to answer a question with another question:

"He's outside, in Manila. If I don't have the strength, you can just carry his head and leave; you don't have to show up in front of me."

"But aren't you still standing here, in front of me?"

The woman wanted to say something, but it turned into a sigh. After a moment, she slowly spoke - with some pity and sympathy:

"Of course we can leave you alone, and you are powerless to stop us. But..."

"We are the last humans in the world who remember what life was like before. This 'we' includes you."

"Humans are afraid of being alone. You too—you have quite a few followers, don't you?"

The tremor in his left arm gradually subsided, and the stillness returned to nothingness. Fang Bailu regained the use of his arms, but did not use them to strangle the woman:

"they are my friends."

The woman continued along with Fang Bailu's words without even taking the time to think:

"No. A hibernating dragon's friend and enemy can only be another hibernating dragon - just like an immortal. Only interactions between the same kind are meaningful."

"They don't know where you come from or why you are who you are. They are just your subordinates, tools, weapons. That's all."

If there was still a literal meaning of "mouth", Fang Bailu would definitely let out a sneer that made him spit out saliva:

"If you define it that way, it covers most interpersonal relationships."

The woman tilted her head slightly, and let out foul air from her nostrils:

"You know what I mean, and you know what I say is right."

"You don't need to respond right now - most of what I said was meant with the kindness of my heart."

She took a deep breath and calmed her confused thoughts.

The next second, the woman stepped forward, raised her hand, and placed it on Fang Bailu's shoulder as if to encourage and comfort him.

For the first time, the woman showed some real warmth:

"Do you know how long it has been since I explained the situation to the newcomers? If it were twenty years ago, you would have been a pile of scrap metal."

"There were other people who wanted to come and see you, to meet the newcomers - but I stopped them. They didn't have my good temper."

"We are not a gathering of immortals, but we do have many different ideas among us. Some want to rebuild the world and return it to the way we are familiar with it; others think that we are the shepherds of the new world, and the sheep should follow our guidance..."

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Fang Bailu took a step back and brushed away the woman's hand on her shoulder. Then she spoke coldly, interrupting the woman:

"How much longer?"

For the first time in this conversation, the woman did not lead the way. She showed doubts—doubts that even burst out from her heart and were expressed in her body and demeanor:

"…How long what?"

Fang Bailu raised his hands and placed them at his side. He pointed at the woman and clapped his palms together:

"How long will it take for 'you' to start a war? A civil war."

The woman suddenly fell silent. And this brief silence meant a lot to Fang Bailu.

The voice that surged from the speaker built into the chest became louder and louder, rising like thunder:

"It has been several months since the way of immortality was re-granted. Why didn't I see your swords extended in Kuala Lumpur? Why now? Why Manila?"