The Originium Worm in Tomorrow's Ark

Three days.

He only had three days.

To be honest, there is absolutely no problem in writing a completely illogical song in three days.

It also perfectly meets the demands of this group of workers.

But when the boy thought about the workers' desire for him and their trust in him, the boy felt that he could never just deal with it casually.

This is irresponsible to oneself and even more blasphemous to music.

But writing a good song is not easy.

The boy wrote over and over again on the paper in his hand all night long, and wiped it again and again.

In just one night, the trash can next to me was already full of scraps.

He didn't stop until daybreak. He didn't create a song.

But he had run out of paper.

"Go buy paper. I hope that store is open now."

The boy put on his coat and ran quickly to the canteen in the center of the city in the morning breeze.

Perhaps he was a little tired after a night of hard work. He had just run 100 meters when he tripped over a slightly larger stone on the road. He accidentally fell heavily to the ground.

It seemed that he stood up tremblingly, wiped the blood on his hands casually, and then wanted to run again.

But the blur in his eyes forced him to sit down and rest for a while.

"Maybe I shouldn't be so anxious,"

The boy was lying on the abandoned pile of rocks, ready to squint his eyes and rest for a while, even though his home was only 100 meters away from him.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a loud sound.

Excavator? Really unlucky today.

He said this to himself, but didn't he get up.

He is too tired.

The boy still closed his eyes, preparing to endure the noisy machine.

Slowly, his consciousness began to become weak, as if he was about to fall asleep.

At this time, the mechanical sounds nearby were getting louder and more diverse.

In his chaotic consciousness, the young man suddenly remembered the worker's words to him.

We want to dance on steel.

Dancing on steel.

steel......

As if for a moment, the young man who was still confused seemed to suddenly not feel the noise of the machine next to him.

There was silence.

But soon the voice came to mind.

It’s the sound of an excavator digging through the sand.

Grain is growing. That is the sound of a seeder.

The violent knocking was the sound of the forging machine.

Now it seems that all the sounds are reaching the young man's ears, but it does not seem confusing to the young man's ears now.

The young man now wanted to open his eyes and see what was going on around him, but there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him not to wake up.

Time passed like this, and the sound of the drum tower's mechanical ensemble seemed to have reached its climax.

In an instant all the machines started running.

The young man seemed to hear a voice at this moment.

"It's work!"

This sound woke him up immediately, but when he woke up, he saw the sun shining directly on him.

He immediately turned his head and looked around, and found that there was no machine nearby. The sound of the machine came from a distant factory, and it was no longer so clear and loud when it reached his ears.

Naturally, there was no one around.

But the boy couldn't care about this now. He seemed to still be thinking about the roar and melody of the machine in his mind.

This is his inspiration.

Be sure to write this thing down.

for sure!

for sure!

The boy ran, but this time it was not in the direction of the grocery store, but in the direction of his own home.

He returned home and searched frantically for anything he could write on.

When he couldn't find any paper, he opened his own stove, but unfortunately he had never used this thing since the house was built. He usually ate in the cafeteria.

How to do?

Now the boy felt that the sound in his ears was leaving him.

At this time, he looked at his slightly bruised hands, which were seeing a little blood coming out.

Isn't this just ink?

Isn't the ground just paper?

The young man looked at a knife hanging on the wall. It was the weapon he had used when he was a mercenary.

Many people died on this knife.

But now this knife was like his life-saving straw. He immediately rushed to the wall and pulled out his own knife.

The sharp cold light of the knife flashed across his eyes. Even if it had not been used for a long time, it was still very sharp.

Better to carve with a dagger than hurt yourself?

No, that's too slow.

The young man drew the knife across his palm without hesitation, and blood instantly flowed to the ground.

The boy also used his finger as a pen to trace traces of notes and melody on the ground.

As time passed, his blood became paler and paler.

Finally, when the sun shone through his window, it illuminated his snow-white complexion.

With an excited shout.

The melody is finally complete.

This is their song, a song watered with their blood.

Chapter 104 We are the creators of our own world

The news that an event was going to be held in the factory reached the ears of the two brothers and sisters.

In order to show their presence, Theresia and Tracy decided to visit the factory.

When the two brothers and sisters arrived, it was actually when work was started.

And his people also welcomed him warmly. After all, they are still the leaders of this country, so they still have to give him some face.

There is a little sense of belonging, but not much.

When the two brothers and sisters just arrived at the factory, a concert belonging to them also started.

But why doesn't this look like a concert? Why are they still working and still in their positions?

The two brothers and sister looked at the rumblingly starting machine next to them with doubts, and then they heard a shocking loud shout.

【It’s time to work! 】

It was as if a shout made all these machines start to move.

【My weapon is in my hand】

【My happiness is in my hands】

The workers picked up their own operating rods and hammers and started hammering. These were their weapons. What they had in their hands was not just a weapon, but the tools they relied on to make a living.

[What is burning in the hot machine! 】

【Our sweat! 】

The workers present shouted in unison.

Then the sound of the cooperating machines starting up, and the loud sounds sounded from all over the factory, but no one seemed to be seen.

[The meshing gears are our spliced ​​beliefs]

【Our faith conveys infinite power】

At this time, the huge power generation gear located above the factory began to emit the sound of current, and the generator and power machine driven by the current generated by the gear began to work.

For a moment, the factory seemed to have a heart, as if the factory had a soul.

[waving fists with both hands]

[Stand upright with your feet on the ground]

【Stretch our backs with all our strength! 】

[Scream our names with all your strength! 】

【We are the ones who create everything! 】

A huge and neat sound resounded throughout the factory. At this time, all the workers no longer hid but actually climbed onto their own machines.

The factory seemed to become lively all of a sudden.

The materials turned into molten water and rushed from the conveyor belt to the various machine stations under the red fire light.

【Our skin is harder than steel! 】

[Our blood is hotter than molten iron! 】

【We are the heroes of creation! 】

As the word hero reached the ears of the two brothers and sisters, they immediately couldn't help but take a step back.

Not only were they shocked, but they moved their feet back unconsciously.

It was as if there was a force resisting them.

Resisting the discomfort in their hearts, the two brothers and sisters continued to read.

[Warriors pick up the weapons we forged]

【They are invincible】

[Farmers pick up the tools we forged]

【They make people no longer hungry】

【They all have the same name as us】

【We are all the ones who create everything】

[Creation is not the glory of the monarch, creation is the power of the masses! 】

[The meshing gears are our spliced ​​beliefs]

【Our faith conveys infinite power】

......

As the song progresses, the product they're building takes shape.

It was a huge iron rod-like thing, which was used to assemble a support part of a giant machine.