Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Xin also liked the meat of the immortal beast: when he was still living in the wilderness, the respirator made it inconvenient for him to chew; but now there is no such trouble. Not to mention - it seems to have some effect of quitting smoking.

But this time, he didn't buy it for himself.

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Chapter 257 Induction (End)

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Every ruined jungle in Kuala Lumpur is actually different - it may be difficult for outsiders to distinguish. But Xin is different: now he remembers the direction of home.

He climbed over the collapsed low wall and walked along the cleared path; a ripple appeared in his always calm heart. Even he had chosen a place for himself that could serve as his home.

He could hear the rustling sound of shoes rubbing against the broken cement.

There were people hiding on the road that Xin had to take, and there was more than one person. Although their stealth skills were not immature, they could not escape Xin's ears.

"Wow!"

"Raid!"

Several small figures jumped down from the low wall and landed nimbly on the ground. They were between the ages of girls and young ladies, their faces flushed red, and clear shouts came from their throats:

"Are you scared? It's scary, isn't it?"

"Xin Ge! Xin Ge, Xin Ge!"

"Brother Xin is back!"

These few short months may be the time when a new life is surrounded by the most people.

The shouting was like a magic summon; more and more girls jumped out from the ruins and gathered around the new one.

call!

The most daring and lively one among them leaped down from the top of the wall and jumped directly onto the new back, hanging his body.

"Ah."

A new smile: the corners of his mouth were stiffly tilted upwards - since he lost the respirator that covered his face, he had to remaster the "art" of smiling.

He gently spread his arms and embraced the girls closest to him. He tried to pat and touch the top of each girl's head, but the overlapping "crowd" squeezed him, competing for a closer position; he had no choice but to give up.

Big, round eyes with distinct black and white; soft jawlines and dimples on the cheeks when they smile - their hair is fluffy and falls to their necks: the hair and nails of Baijiaying grow faster than ordinary people.

Their facial features are so similar, like twins born from the same egg; the only differences are in the details.

These differences come from habits, the frequency of facial expressions due to different personalities, and even the order in which they came into the world. The modulation of the innate qi by the Baijiaying is already vague and rough, and even if they are "products" in the same "product line", the floating differences are not small.

The girls in front of Xin were all "other" Atongs with the same production number as Atong. It had only been a few months since Xin had wandered through the ruins of Kuala Lumpur, obtaining their embryos from merchants or ruins. He and Atong still didn't know what names to give to these girls whose bodies and minds were growing rapidly.

Perhaps as time goes by, they will grow up and choose a code name for themselves to walk in the world.

Even if it is the same product line, there are still random differences hidden inside—

Unlike other adopters of the Hundred Babies, Xinhe Atong did not force them to mature so that they would have stronger bodies and more mature intellects; instead, he allowed them to experience physical growth and spiritual cultivation as they are now, along with the reconstruction of Kuala Lumpur.

This choice was made based on a vague intuition rather than rational reasons: but the boy who had not experienced the world and the girl who had only existed for a short time thought it was the right thing to do.

Then this is the right way - the city is in such a blank at this time. No one has the leisure to criticize others' behavior.

When he was not at home, the girls would wander around the ruins of the city, or huddle in the little house and listen to Ah Tong telling stories that her grandmother had told her in the past. The Baijia babies were born with knowledge, so Xin and Ah Tong did not need to worry about how they would master the skills needed to survive in the world.

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He opened his backpack, took out bags of dried meat from fairy beasts, and held them in his arms. The girls did not rush to grab them, but gathered around him, letting him slowly distribute the bags of dried meat in order.

"Snail meat, for you. Seasoned donkey meat roast - come on, take it. How about you? Do you want mint or tangerine peel today?"

Xin just used the second person pronouns one after another to call each of them individually - but due to his incomparable familiarity, this did not cause confusion. They all had different tastes and preferences - this was further evidence of their inner differences.

The distribution was complete. Xin closed his backpack and nodded towards the hut surrounded by iron sheets.

"laugh!"

The girls nodded, blinked, and laughed softly: this was a response to the new one; it meant that A Tong was staying in the cabin.

So amid the sounds of chewing and laughter, Xin gently pushed open the door—

"you are back."

A voice called out from the speaker - there wasn't much of a synthetic sound, but Xin could feel joy and happiness from it. Even though he hadn't been away for long, he still felt that time had passed by so slowly.

Fluorescent wire tubes hang down along the wall, mainly bright white with a hint of light red. They are of different lengths and are arranged from long to short, with flickering lights forming a waterfall-like wall.

This is the decoration made by the girls for the hut: it is not exquisite, and it is even rougher than the holographic decoration. It is called a hut, but it is more like a group of sheds made of iron sheets, connected together after a slight reinforcement; it can accommodate nearly 20 people.

But Xin and A Tong both liked it - to them, this place was like a palace; big enough to accommodate the lives of the two of them and those girls:

"Uh-huh."

The new smile widened a little.

Ah Tong was lying in the center of the iron house, her back against the wall. The pipes hanging from the ceiling extended down and connected to her broken body. At the other end of the pipes were the holographic image generator and the terminal for the spiritual journey.

The limbs of Tianguan's round body had long been disconnected, but were carefully placed aside. The nutrient dish in the middle of her body, which contained her naked brain, flashed with electric fire from time to time.

In the previous Kuala Lumpur disaster, her celestial body that contained her living brain was also damaged to the point of losing most of her behavioral functions. And -

Tianguan's fragile brain-machine balance.

It’s just that A Tong did not choose the plan that could transfer his consciousness intact.

Xin touched his nose: worry once again rose from his heart. Every time he saw this body on the verge of collapse, he would feel unspeakable bitterness. But he still did not refute A Tong's choice, just like before.

Just like A Tong would never stop him from moving forward.

hum-

Flames flashed from the nozzle of the holographic generator, reconstructing light and shadows in the hut:

The blue lines formed a blurry image - similar to the signal fluctuations, the edges of A Tong's body jumped and trembled, making her look like some kind of afterimage. This was not due to a malfunction of the holographic generator, but a disorder in A Tong's own electronic self-construction.

But still, Shin could recognize this face that he was most familiar with.

Tianguan's body was not designed for long-term storage of the brain - not to mention that what was stored in it was the brain of Baijiaying: the product's usage cycle can be long or short, and Baijiaying originally appeared out of consideration for emergency population gaps.

They had been given a choice before: as hundreds of babies of the same model as Atong, those girls could serve as receptors for her to transfer consciousness.

Of course, she rejected this option - as for the reason, A Tong felt that it did not need much explanation.

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"So... when are we leaving?"

Xin sometimes doesn’t understand: why he is like a panel with the status UI opened in front of Atong, and his hidden emotions can be easily read.

"Because you still can't control your expression?"

Shin rubbed his cheeks to relax his tense muscles. He just wanted to hide the strangeness in his expression:

"We were supposed to wait for them to get their weapons ready, but I should get there first—"

A Tong's holographic phantom disappeared like a bubble, and then reassembled around Xin. She put her hand on Xin's shoulder, but penetrated into it; Xin did not feel any weight:

"Okay. Do you want to leave in a few days? ... If you leave a little later, you can prepare more."

Xin looked at the face that seemed to be shaking, with chaotic ripples, and the twisted and turning facial features becoming increasingly blurred; he just lowered his head and sorted out his backpack:

"I feel like something could happen to the boss at any time."

Xin still insisted on his decision, but Fang Bailu's safety was not all the reasons - at least not all the thoughts in his mind.

Xin also had his own desires: he just never spoke them out loud.

I can't do it, and Fang Bailu, who is in a body of gold and iron, can't do it either; but -

If Fang Bailu, who possesses the double-helix tree, can wake up from his dream, he can... perhaps create a brand new body for Atong.

A body with soft skin that emits warmth; five fingers that can be held in the palm of a new hand; and body temperature that can be felt and leaned against. He knew very well that the metal in front of him was more like a cage that bound consciousness - at least for A Tong, the existing perception module for the heavenly officials in Kuala Lumpur only included hearing and vision.

and……

How long can Ah Tong hold on? When Fang Bailu and the others left, her holographic image was more detailed than that of an ordinary person; two weeks ago, her holographic image was not so blurry - and now, most of the time Ah Tong is just a distorted blue shadow.

Except when she came back: every time she saw him, she could barely muster up a semblance of her old self.

Since he no longer has a respirator and the smoke constantly emitted from it to regulate his endocrine system, Xin has become a little sentimental.

He even felt inexplicably ashamed: his behavior was not simply out of concern for his friend's safety, but this might be the most important thing right now.

And the "feeling" that he buried deep in his heart and never wanted to think about when he was alone -

Xin didn't understand, was that mysterious connection and premonition a physical object from the flesh and blood network, or was it just an illusion created to deceive and convince himself? Perhaps Fang Bailu would not have any problems in Manila, and he would be able to escape danger as he did in the past.

But…but: if Fang Bailu disappeared in Manila, then - along with her, the existence of A Tong would also be irretrievably lost.

Shin clenched his fists: he could not accept, nor would he allow such a fate to happen.

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The two of them fell into silence.

"For you."

He took out the cut plastic-covered book page from his backpack and handed it to Atong - this "copyright buyout certificate" bought from the gray hat merchant had Atong's portrait printed on it.

Or rather, it was her face when she still had a human body:

"Hey, I am still pretty good looking, right?"

The camera of the Heavenly Official turned around with a creak, aiming at the photo of the novice. The range of the holographic image was much larger - the pale blue A Tong could not make much expression with his blurred face, so he turned his body in a circle.

"The real person looks better."

Xin said seriously.

He suddenly approached and gathered Ah Tong - her floating, intangible shadow - in front of him. His new arms were stiffly opened to the left and right, as if he was hugging an overly thick telephone pole: the size of the holographic portrait was too difficult to grasp:

"I'll be back sooner."

Ah Tong also stretched out his hands, which were invisible and undulating like water. He gently wrapped them around Xin's waist while trembling.

"Need I say more? Of course."

So the two who could not feel each other's touch hugged each other, waiting for the moment to part.

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Chapter 258: Seven Days of Disrespect (I)

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In a strange and confusing world.

The man felt like he was lying on his back, drifting in a gurgling river - the water was as bright red as blood, and also had a warmth of around 37 degrees; the density also seemed different from that of ordinary water, and the man could even stand half of his body upright in the river, splashing the water everywhere.

When the man got bored of playing in the water, he searched his brain carefully. He found no memory of his identity: so he called himself "Anonymous".

The nameless man did not know where he was, he just drifted along the ups and downs of the river: on both sides of the turbulent river, there was a sea of ​​flowers made of bright pink, vermilion and white - under the buds made of swollen cysts, slender and winding blood-red branches stretched out, growing all the way into the dark white land. And the ground was also shrinking and pulsating.

But there was no fragrance of bouquets or freshness of grass; instead there was a faint fishy smell, representing the smell of new life and the remains of death.

There was nothing in the sky, no sun, moon, stars or clouds; only a thin layer of mist hung above. But there was still light coming from nowhere, illuminating the pale earth and the endless river: everything was like this as far as the eye could see.

He just floated downstream - or upstream; neither his physical sense nor his eyes provided any reference for the Nameless One - until the novelty wore off and he was overwhelmed by boredom.

The Nameless Man tried to swim towards the shore, but the bright red river water suddenly became turbulent, or perhaps a thrust suddenly came from the river bank, pushing him back to the center of the water.

This went on for who knows how many times - the anonymous person was also tired. He stretched out his limbs and squeezed out a mumbling from his body: