[Some people arrogantly pray for immortality,]

[Little did he know that his life had been integrated into the lives of others.]

[I only vaguely remembered that many simulations ago, my eyes seemed not to be so cold, and my attitude towards life was far less frivolous than it is now.]

[…]

[——But why do you want me to carry so many undead souls?] [——But why do you want me to see such a purgatory?]

[I will bury the people who follow me in the country buried in ice and snow.] [This is the boundary of their native land.] Day 292 of the war.

You gradually complete other tasks for humans to enter [two dimensions] and set up some special programs. Day and night are constantly changing between time rotations, and you walk alone between death.

"..."

On the battlefield with flags flying, you look up and see the endless wildfires. People's cries and pleas for help pour into your ears and fill your chest. You feel unspeakable bitterness.

It turns out that the passing of life is just a matter of a moment. It is gone in a flash, and it is not as gentle and sentimental as written in the epic.

It turns out that you can really see the death of tens of millions of people with your own eyes.

It turns out that when you kill an enemy, what you feel is not refreshment, but heaviness and fear. "Save, save me..." "You are the embodiment of the will of the world, please save us..."

"Actor...Master Actor..."

The color of blood shines through from behind the gauze. You stand between the injured and injured, watching their lives pass by. The cries for help in your ears are loud and loud, and you cannot hear any laughter.

Staring at the gray wall, you suddenly want to run away at this moment.

You can actually ignore them, or activate the Dawn System without taking your own life. You still have a chance to escape.

When you hesitate, a child slowly raises his head. His skin is surrounded by blood-colored gauze, leaving only a pair of dark eyes looking at you.

"...God, my lord." He called you like this. Even though his arms were broken, he still rubbed his young body, crawling towards you like a dying worm.

"Crack". The black and white family portrait fell from the child's pocket. It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

You think of the little soldier who died in front of you a long time ago.

Then you think of the moon, Qi, and Tredia. You think of the dawn system that was built by your lifespan. You think of the black and white tombstone and the candy jar.

The bronze pocket watch with a gold chain trembled slightly on your waist, making a clicking sound, and you lowered your eyes. "It's over."

You muttered to yourself, with sobs coming out of your throat. You clenched your hands into fists and slowly knocked on your heart, "I can't escape..."

On the 304th day of the disaster, a girl with blue eyes was brought to you. Her name is Dong Anan. Her whole body is tied up, but her eyes are extremely tense.

She is a good experimental subject, a common girl. As for why she was reduced to becoming an experimental subject, you don't care.

You find that she has always been very quiet, even if you performed a painful mechanical test, she never said a word.

"You never seem to ask me questions. For example, why should I do experiments on you and when can you leave?" you said.

Under the bright light, the instrument makes a beeping sound, and you push the needle in your hand to push out the liquid. The girl is lying on the experimental bed, her whole body bound by straps.

Her pupils trembled slightly and her chin raised slightly: "I am not interested in my future. Akto, you killed my relatives during the Century Catastrophe, and I have lived my whole life to kill you. The reason why I was tied into your laboratory was because I kicked your stone statue, so I was arrested by your soldiers in the name of "disrespecting the gods."

"Do you remember Cataclysm of the Century?" You were surprised.

The ends of her beautiful eyes twitched slightly: "I have a little impression."

You don’t remember who her relatives are. You won’t kill innocent people indiscriminately. If her relatives die at your hands, that relative must have targeted you first. But this kind of thing can’t be explained clearly without proof.

If she hates it, then hate it.

When you untied her, she bit the back of your hand without hesitation.

Her limbs were limp, only her teeth were sharp, like a

The wild cat is exhausting all means of revenge. She bites the skin on the back of your hand crazily, as if destroying your hand will satisfy her, revealing hysterical despair and anger.

You looked at her calmly until your left hand was bitten until it was bloody and bloody. She hesitated and let go.

Under the bright incandescent lamp, her green eyes were like the swaying shadows of flowers, glowing with an extremely beautiful color.

"Why..." didn't you push me away? Her mouth moved, and it was full of your blood.

"Dong An'an, I need you." You said: "I want to print out qualified personality data from you as a two-dimensional anti-virus program. This requires your will to cooperate with me."

"Why did you choose me?" she said coldly.

"All initial values ​​in [two-dimensional] must be connected on the basis of [three-dimensional], so I need to constantly simulate appropriate initial world values. I must keep the two dimensions in a coherent state when they first come into contact, [ The same goes for the anti-virus program in [2D]. I need to find someone with the same tune in [3D], and you are the most suitable person I have ever seen." You said.

"I don't understand." She frowned. "Stupid." You said. Dong Anan gritted his teeth and said nothing.

And you just looked at her lightly.

"Dong An'an, if you promise me, then I can be killed by you before I die of old age to satisfy your desire for revenge." You said: "This time will not be too far away. At most, by the end of this year, I will open [II] In this world, I will run out of vitality and die of old age quickly."

You saw her expression change from anger to confusion, and finally she was completely shocked by you. Maybe she didn't understand why you, who had supreme power, would be determined to die.

"You..." she said. "Do you agree?" you said.

"Why should I believe that you will die..." Her pupils trembled.

"Because I like to see everyone alive. Are you satisfied with this reason?" You said calmly.

She didn't speak.

You hugged her, gave her the link device, started to imprint her values, and let her bite your shoulders and collarbone like a little lunatic. She still seemed to hate you.

"If you hate me, then hate me..." On the 312th day of the war, you sat in a wheelchair and coughed.

The aging of the soul makes you often forget how to stand and walk. Most of the time, you need a wheelchair to help you move.

You have configured an administrator account and a personal AI to assist your bionic body in its actions. You named it "Xiko".

Dong An'an has become more obedient. Maybe she saw you working all night. She realized that you are really not a selfish person.

Sometimes, you will take her out to relax, and she will help you push the wheelchair. It is winter now, and the trees everywhere have long withered into the shape of fire sticks. Only a few flaming red wintersweets are blooming in the wind and snow.

Your reflections flicker in the puddles, covered with a layer of crystal mist.

"...I'm sorry, I still hate you." Dong Anan lowered his head and looked at you.

She still can't let go of her hatred. You killed all her relatives. If she doesn't hate you, it would be a betrayal to her.

"It doesn't matter, I will leave it to you to kill when the time comes." You said.

You are destined to die at the end of the year. In this case, it is better to stab her twice before she dies. This is a zero-cost thing. You don't want her murderous intention to deteriorate, so the data will not be perfect.

She is in pain every time she is rubbed. You think it is right to pay something to her. "Can you make a contract? You promise to allow me to take revenge." Dong Anan said.

"Of course." You said, "The inextricable killing intent in your soul is exactly why I value you as an anti-virus program."

You reach out and hook up with her.

"I allow you to kill me, Dong An'an." You said: "If one day, you find that I have changed, you are welcome to kill me."

This is a very ridiculous murderous contract. If you put it outside, it would only make people laugh. But both parties to the contract are very serious. Your eyes met, and her hands were shaking.

You hold her hand, and her hand is covered with scars and frostbite. This is a girl in the apocalypse, and her skin cannot be smooth and delicate.

You rubbed her rough fingertips to signal her to calm down.

"The person who was killed" looked calm, "The murderer

"But he was trembling so much, as if his status had been changed.

——What a ridiculous and solemn contract, full of twisted and ugly obsession and murderous intent. It makes no one see any beauty, but it is so firm that it cannot be destroyed.

Humanity needs your life to open [two dimensions], and it also needs her as an "antivirus program". None of you are indispensable.

The last afterglow of the night sinks slowly, and the last trace falls behind you. Her eyes are like a shell that has been cracked open, and the light is reflected in tiny pieces.

"I'm sorry," she said. "It's okay," you said. "The wound I bit out...does it still hurt?" she asked in a low voice.

"There are too many wounds, I forgot." You said. On the 318th day of the war, you met Noah, who had been missing for a long time.

When you almost fainted in the laboratory, Noah suddenly appeared and helped you.

"You still can't trust me? Doesn't it mean that your ideas are contrary to mine?" You gasped and looked at him with a smile.

You saw extremely complex emotions in his eyes, with bitterness. His cold hand touched your forehead, and then let go as if he was electrocuted.

His eyes caressed your thick dark circles, your face as pale as paper, and your skinny body. Anger appeared on his face.

"Do you have to die? Do you have to force yourself to death?" Noah asked you. He took you to the rooftop and took you to enjoy the breeze.

The wind on the rooftop was extremely cold, swaying the iron frame, and the sound of steel became a thin line in my mind. The boundless curtain shrouded everything in the world, and his blond hair fluttered in the wind, as if it was tumbling wantonly.

Tongues of fire.

You were surprised that Noah actually knew that you were going to die after you hid it from almost everyone.

"If you don't cherish your life, you will regret it sooner or later." Most of his face was hidden in the night, like the silence before the storm.

And you just smiled and said: "If I can avoid death, of course I don't want to die." Noah looked at your face. He seemed to be restrained by something, and his expression was very lonely.

His voice was very slow:

"Asa. I have always had a dream...that is to become a flying bird. Freedom and unrestraint are the qualities I admire most. If you die for any responsibility or for any emotion, it would be too bad. So I hate that you have changed. Become such a person."

In the cold night wind, he stretched out his hand towards you:
To be continued...