Chapter 75

[From one day on, the world seemed to have become different.]

Tim's pen paused. He stared at the line in the diary for a while and added another sentence below.

[The same goes for the Messiah... I used to be unwilling to believe that 'the Messiah is crazy', but now, I have to believe it.

Artificial intelligence robots gradually replaced human work, and everyone was forced to bind the code, and everyone was always under the supervision of the (crossed out) code (crossed out) Messiah.]

[The Messiah has issued a ban on human reproduction. From this day forward, Earth has officially entered an era of technological reproduction and genetically optimized babies.]

[More and more people are fleeing the city, and the number of rebels is rapidly increasing. I seem to see the hope of overthrowing (crossed out) Messiah (crossed out) Eden.]

[…Is there really hope?]

[Today is the 1098th day since the Messiah ruled the world, and the 891st day since I joined the resistance.

We'll definitely meet again, right?]

Tim gently closed the diary, looked up at the code hovering in the sky outside the window, then picked up the long stick and walked out of the bedroom without hesitation.

The moment he walked out of the bedroom, the noise in Tim's ears suddenly became noisy. The rebel base was crowded with former and new rebel members. The sudden increase in the number of people caused the rebel base to enter a brief state of chaos.

Fortunately, the rebel base had sufficient logistics personnel, and the strength of the logistics team was even not much different from the rebels themselves. With the help of the logistics personnel, although the rebel base was in chaos, it did not cause riots.

A flash of yellow lightning flashed through the crowd and then stopped in front of Tim.

"Hi, Timmy."

The bright smile of Kid Flash, the current logistical member of the resistance army, illuminated the dim corridor: "Good morning!"

Facing Kid Flash's infectious smile, Tim's mood also became brighter: "Morning, Wally."

After a brief greeting with Tim, Kid Flash left with the supplies, leaving behind only a yellow shadow.

Tim breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, the former members of the Justice League and Teen Titans are now the logistics personnel of the Resistance Base.

After being restricted by the Messiah from becoming his enemy, they could not accept doing nothing, so they became the logistics of the resistance army under the pretext of helping others with charity.

Tim thought with amusement that this was probably the "Sweeping Monk" in the novels he had read when he was learning other languages.

"The White Tyrant has gone mad again. My sister asked about joining the resistance this morning. She and her husband cannot accept the White Tyrant's new ban."

"My brother's family is the same... The White Tyrant took their jobs away a while ago, but they said it was perfect to still get paid without working, so they just stayed at home and played games every day. But now, they're also asking me how to secretly support the resistance."

"Prohibiting human reproduction. The last time I saw this plot was in a science fiction movie, but now it's really come true."

"Crazy, absolutely crazy, what does he take us for?"

"...In fact, I was a supporter of the white tyrant at first. His way of judging criminals was really satisfying, but later I realized that he didn't respect us at all."

"He treats humans like his pets and toys! He provides them with food, drink, and entertainment, and treats them well according to his own ideas, but he never considers their own will or respects their own ideas."

"Really? Even if you're treating your own pet, you wouldn't do this?!"

Tim walked through the groups of rebels gathered in groups of two or three. The discussions about the new ban on Messiah kept coming into his ears, which made Tim's heart, which had just relaxed, gradually sink again.

Yeah yeah……

Messiah, what do you think humans are now? Pets in a cage? Or dolls in a crystal ball?

So arrogant, so condescending.

Was the Messiah he once knew just a phantom in disguise or a vanishing bubble of fantasy?

Tim walked into the control room of the rebel base with heavy steps. Inside the control room, Bruce was modifying the details of the rebels' plan to retake the city.

"B...how many days have you not slept?"

Tim looked at Bruce's bloodshot eyes and unshaven chin, and hesitated to speak. The former Brucie baby now looked unkempt. "Isn't it time for you to rest?"

"No." Bruce rejected Tim's proposal directly, his blue eyes fixed on the plan on the screen. "I have to make sure the plan is correct."

"We only have one chance to act. This is our only chance."

If the rebels' plan to defeat the Guardians of Eden and retake the city fails, Messiah, after realizing his mistake, will most likely treat the current rebels the same way he treated the Justice League.

And Bruce wasn't sure whether the Messiah, who was becoming increasingly cold and ruthless, would still be as... soft-hearted as before.

Bruce thought that he and Messiah had not seen each other for so long that he was not sure if he still understood Messiah.

Does the Messiah still uphold the ideal of protecting humanity? Does his purpose still seek to bring happiness to humanity? Does he still love humanity?

Is he... now the Messiah,... or the white tyrant?

Tim watched as Bruce's action of modifying the plan suddenly stopped. He seemed to be in a trance for a moment, but only for a moment, and the next second he returned to the calm and serious state of Batman.

"B..." Tim was about to say something, but Dick came in and put his arm around his shoulders and dragged him away.

Dick winked at Tim and said in as casual a tone as possible, "Timmy, it's time for training. Let's go to the training room together and let me see your progress."

"Just leave B alone. He knows his body and will go to sleep on his own when he reaches his limit."

Dick didn't seem nervous at all, but his dark circles proved he hadn't slept for at least 24 hours. He walked with Tim in his arms for a while, then suddenly lowered his voice and said, "If we let him stop, he'll be in even more pain. It's better to let him continue."

Tim looked at Dick's pale face quietly and swallowed the question that was rising in his throat.

Is it the same for you? Does stopping also make you feel painful?

Tim thought that he and Messiah were just friends in the past, but he was still sad about Messiah's current appearance. Bruce and Dick must feel much more than him.

Are there really any beneficiaries in this "war"?

Tim remembered the faint smile on Messiah's face when he secretly texted Dick to chat in class - Jason, who was concentrating on the class, refused to pay attention to Messiah - and he also remembered the White Tyrant's always cold and distant appearance.

He thought that the Messiah would never be a beneficiary.

Everyone is suffering from this, and there are no beneficiaries in this war without gunpowder.

"Sir, after the ban was issued, protests broke out everywhere."

The Guardian bowed respectfully, his face hidden in shadow. "With the help of the bracelet, the Guardian team suppressed the games everywhere, but the public opposition has not stopped. Some people even spray-painted the walls of the Garden of Eden."

In order to curb the increase in accidental deaths, Messiah expanded the capabilities of the Code a year ago. He turned the gold thread of the Code into a golden bracelet, which bound everyone in the city, with the only exception being the rebels who fled the city.

The bracelet will detect the host's condition and vital signs. Once a car accident, collision, fire or other situations occur, the bracelet will expand into a golden film to protect the host and save the host from the accident.

At the beginning, many people resisted the existence of wristbands, believing that they violated their human rights. However, as more and more people were protected from accidents by wristbands, the voices of resistance gradually subsided.

However, the bracelet's recognition does not discriminate between situations, nor does it consider the host's wishes. It will only proceed according to the wishes of the Messiah himself.

The Messiah rejects all death in the world, so the bracelet will protect those who commit suicide. No matter how devastated they are or how much they want to leave this world, the bracelet will coldly protect them.

With the help of the bracelet, human life seems to no longer belong to themselves, but only to the Messiah who does not want them to die.

The emergence of the bracelet itself is to protect humans, but because the bracelet is connected to the code, it naturally carries the functions of supervising humans, judging crimes and violent acts, etc.

After people realized that the bracelet was not only a protector but also a portable monitor, opposition to Messiah increased again, and large-scale protest marches broke out in various places.

While humans feared the Messiah, they also felt a sense of recklessness. They knew the Messiah would not harm them, and as long as they did not commit crimes, they would not be harmed if they protested against the Messiah and the Garden of Eden. At most, they would be suppressed by the Garden of Eden, but they would not be harmed.

In short, with the increase in protest marches, wristbands have also become a tool for guardians to suppress marches.

Messiah's face remained calm upon hearing the Guardian's report, not even blinking. "There's no need to stop them. Spray painting won't affect the Garden of Eden's operations. Let them spray if they want. Spray painting allows them to vent their emotions, which is good for their physical and mental health. It's a good thing."

His tone was very calm, just like he was treating a kitten or puppy scratching a scratching post. As long as the pet could sharpen its claws and feel better, it didn't matter if there were a few more scratches on the scratching post.

Messiah was talking to the Guardian indifferently while gently cleaning Jason's ears as he lay on his lap. He even distracted himself to answer questions for Damian who was sitting on the armrest beside him flipping through a textbook.

The guardian lowered his head even deeper, his face completely shrouded in shadow. "Yes, sir."

"But I think the spray paint needs to inform you, and you might want to know what they're saying."

The guardian's head suddenly raised up, and a sharp blade flashing with cold light appeared from the sleeve of his white robe. He rushed forward with a distorted expression.

"They're calling you a tyrant! A dictator! A fascist!"

"How dare you treat humans as your pets? You're not worthy! You're just a mad false god, a lunatic who blasphemes the name of the Savior!"

The opponent disguised as a guardian cursed the Messiah loudly and stabbed the Messiah with a knife without even looking up at him.

【Author’s words】

The second week is coming to an end. I'm not sure about the word count yet, but it will definitely be finished this month [sunglasses]