Chapter 139 Love Brain is a Cat Demon Life is 99+
Capital Union Time, 20:40 pm.
The relatively peaceful four districts were suddenly ignited by a message notification.
Eastern Bow, Capital Alliance.
A central hub in an uptown area.
“It actually started broadcasting ahead of schedule?”
A high-level insect who just turned 18 was waiting for the traffic light on the floating driveway when he suddenly received a notification to start broadcasting. His eyes almost popped out of his head.
He stepped on the accelerator and sped up to 300 km/h, rushed out of the floating car lane, forgot about the social banquet he was going to attend, and sped towards the nearest entertainment hotel.
The young man rushed all the way, and the traffic center hub was soon in chaos, and the city patrol team's sirens sounded.
"Shit! It's over!"
The young man cursed and frantically called his relatives and friends: "Fuck! Fate is broadcasting a week in advance! This bug has always been on and off the air on time, and it is definitely a rare occurrence that he is broadcasting in advance today. Fate may come out in person to rectify the shady auditions!! You guys hurry up and go online!! Today is the host Fate! The advanced wasp No. 12 that we operated to the finals must also become Fate Wynn!!"
The intelligent brain ring vibrated quickly, and messages responded one after another.
Meanwhile, in other time zones, it is 03:14 in the evening.
A branch of a certain advanced military corps is stationed there.
Silent night.
"Friends and family!!! Fit will start the live broadcast a week in advance!!! The Capital Alliance will start in 10 minutes!!! Get up from your sleep and vote for No. 60!! " A loud and rich subwoofer shattered the silence of the place.
The broadcast loop system that resounded throughout the entire base was activated! The broadcast outpost awakened countless female soldiers who were resting.
The iron-blooded instructors who just lay down: ???
The officers who had just returned from duty and were repairing their weapons in the military depot: ???
The local branch chief who was still in a meeting late at night: …?
Other Military Secretary: …?
Young recruits who had gone to bed and were ejected: Oh oh!!
Young recruits who haven't slept yet and are still training: Aa ...
The old soldier who was asleep but was awakened by the noise: ...
It's over. I will be punished tonight until the end of the year.
"That's a rebellion! Which team is on duty at the broadcasting office tonight!!!" The chief of the local branch pounded the table.
Similar chaos occurred throughout the four major regions.
soon!
【Knowledge】The traffic of the channel took off, with over 100 million users reading the content per second, and a large number of special effects gifts poured in.
This time, the server of the [Knowledge] channel successfully withstood the huge traffic!
The live broadcast room that @Fite stayed in tonight topped the entertainment company's total frequency reward list as soon as it started broadcasting.
The speed of the rise was so fast that some users who were surfing and refreshing the list asked: [What just flew up from the bottom of the list? ? ]
[Fuck! It’s that Fate’s live broadcast room! What the hell is this? It’s still a bug! Isn’t he going to broadcast live next week? ? ]
Countless bullet comments instantly flooded the comment section of the live broadcast room.
Shi Cunjin clicked on the backstage and frowned. Why does it feel like there's something a little laggy tonight?
Seeing that there were only a few minutes left until 20:55, Shi Cunjin changed his number as usual and went to the front desk to take a look at the comment section.
As always, Shi Cunjin remained silent.
There is no background color at all in the comment section of the live broadcast room.
Countless bullet comments flooded the screen like a waterfall, and the refresh speed was like the endless bacteria multiplying wildly under a microscope!
At the same time, various gift special effects exploded wildly in front of the screen, forming a cyberpunk special effect light pollution.
Shi Cunjin: ...
The scene seemed familiar.
He recalled for a moment: the w7 computer system opened 20 antivirus software at once, and 20 antivirus software were fighting each other on the computer screen. The terrifying scene of the program multiplying infinitely was almost like this.
“…Ahem.” Shi Cunjin pinched his brows and decided to give up exploring the complex world of data on his own.
He asked the system: "What are the messy comments mainly discussing?"
The system quickly summarized and saved time: "Two factions of your book fans are cheering for the finalists whose auditions ended recently!"
"The main reason they quarreled like this was because the No. 12 contestant in the final round was a high-ranking female wasp from the third army, a wasp who was squeezed in through a temporary transfer!"
The system said, "Number 12 is the face of the advanced book fans!"
Shi Cunjin was puzzled: "Didn't the Hornet's application for a replacement battle stop the application for high-level military regiments? How did this No. 12 get in?"
"On the 12th, I only submitted the transfer application, but it has not yet passed the First Army system. The apparent progress is that the transfer is in progress." The system said.
Shi Cunjin: ...
Schrödinger's Tenth Army wasp species.
System: "It's not just the advanced wasps of the Third Army that are doing this! Other advanced legions have also made such applications, but in the end, it was this advanced wasp No. 12 that won."
"Please take screenshots of the comments supporting No. 12 and No. 60 and show them to me." Shi Cunjin said.
The system quickly extracted relevant comments.
The card schooler who supports No. 12: [I am really impressed by you, a bunch of military henchmen who violate the rules of the game. Does the First Army care about this? Didn’t they say that they will legislate to restrict the military bugs from wasting military power to chase celebrities? ? Why are these idiots still controlling the soldiers’ accounts to pump up votes! @First Army@First Army! The military media of the First Army should go undercover and write feedback to the chief if they have the guts!!! You military henchmen dare to mobilize your soldiers to pump up votes today, and you dare to manipulate the authenticity of the votes tomorrow!! First Army, are you guys not going to care!!!]
The majority of middle and high-level military females who support No. 60: [Oh my, you’re using the law to accuse the military of outnumbering you? You’re stupid! Military promotions are all about fists! If you guys, who manipulated the votes, put them in the top ten, I’ll punch you in three times and you’ll be as heavy as five kilograms, including the box and the worms!]
Card School: [Defense Break Insult War +1]
Military Female Flow: [Soldiers' dirty talk +1, elders and brothers' iron fist warning +1! ]
The card school, which was now dominated by the double cyber, broke through the defense and cut into a new angle with rhythm: [****!! It's pathetic that the military team has emotional bugs like you! The worst of all the military bugs' great achievements recorded in textbooks is the Wasp Army, which just died recently. They abused military power to massacre non-alliance families in order to plunder resources and strive for early promotion! You! Look at you again!! You abused your authority just to promote a homosexual to the top! Is it disgusting or not? Is it disgusting or not? ! ]
Military Female Stream: [But we cast 6 billion votes. ]
Card school: [……]
Kagaku-ryu: [6 billion is enough to build an arsenal for a medium-sized army. Don’t you feel guilty? ! What is the army commander behind you doing? ! Are you just going to ignore the alien fund that the warriors have worked hard for with their blood and sweat and let it go to waste? ! ]
Military Female Stream: [We have 6 billion votes. The finals have begun. Number 60 is Fate Wynn. ]
Kagaku-ryu: [You army bugs have no self-respect! ! ! Maintain the image of the sacred and domineering military power! ]
Military Female Stream: [6 billion, number 60, Fate Wynn. ]
"Okay, that's it."
Shi Cunjin felt that if he continued watching, his impression of the cruel and cold-blooded Legionnaires would be distorted.
"Okay!" said the system.
Shi Cunjin went back to the backstage, hoping that out of sight the better.
He activated the pixel man mode, spread out his handwritten notes filled with key words and placed them aside, then opened the StarNet search engine in split screen, ready to check for missing Zerg common sense as he wrote.
Shi Cunjin was thinking over the draft in his mind, and five minutes later, he typed the first character.
@Fite stayed tonight: […]
The appearance of the pixelated character man triggered another wave of comments and a rain of gifts.
Barrage: [I never thought that one day I would be happy just by seeing a pixel man...Ah! Anchor Fate, what are you going to pay me back for what you owe me? My habits are all wrong!]
[Eh, that's disgusting! ]
[…
Nine times, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, ten million times.
I have lost count of how many times I have started over again, just to completely tame the factors that stood in the way of my marriage with Milan.
The identity barriers between different groups, racial barriers, responsibilities that must be fulfilled, secrets that must be hidden... the old factions from the 1600s, the rules of power operation, etc., they are a brand new track for me.
Please wait a moment, let me slow down, I need to organize my thoughts for the next part of the memory narration.
[Interview paused for 20 minutes.]
[It is my observation that Mr. Joshua does not like the following memory segment.]
[But fortunately, Mr. Joshua did not let Mr. Milan break his promise. Before the interview started today, Mr. Milan promised me that everything would go well. Apparently, when Mr. Milan made the promise through the phone, Mr. Joshua was right beside him. So Mr. Joshua tried his best to adjust his state and suppress the cold emotions that came up, so as not to let Mr. Milan break his promise.]
[After 20 minutes, the interview resumed.]
…
This was a tough war.
I am indeed gifted differently.
This difference makes me invincible on the starry battlefield. With a sword and armor in my hand, I can achieve victory.
But in the new track, knives and armor are not standard weapons.
I had a hard time on the new track.
In my first half of life, in my first few lives, and in dozens of lives as an insect, all the insects, the elders, and the reality taught me and guided me to just focus on the path of war.
No insect taught me how to use non-violent means to influence the game of power. As an insect, I could not shake the deep-rooted traditions and racial barriers of the old era, so I had to learn from scratch.
I am walking on this road, I have no relatives or friends, and I don’t need any.
…
What? Are you asking me if I am isolated?
ha.
That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard. Okay, I'll use a more polite term.
Mr. Author, this is the most subtle joke I have ever heard.
I will never be alone.
Repeated rebirth has made me familiar with the disasters that are bound to happen in the future, the fruits of victory that mature over time, and the shape of the branches that grow on the tree of technology.
My broken memories make me suffer, and these pains are a strange breeding ground, giving birth to things in me that are inconceivable in the eyes of mortals.
I am swimming in the long river of time, and the wonders bred by my pain and fatigue are as sweet as honey to the eyes of other insects who only have the memory of one lifetime.
In their eyes, I was born with a pair of detective eyes that can see resource stars and monster nests of all sizes in the starry sky. The god of luck is always by my side. Every thought of mine leads the trend of the times. Wherever I stop, a beautiful future will be born under my feet.
How could they isolate me like this?
They wish they could become a thorn in my flesh, suck my blood and marrow, and drain my God-given ideas.
Then, before I really became a champion in those rules races, I got bored.
Power-hungry people, conspirators, and the countless insects who want to climb up and gain more benefits are all pretty much the same.
Different faces, same eyes, same ambition.
Sometimes I'd sit in a conference room with them and think, If I just killed them all right here, the Zerg Age would be over.]
【? ? 】
[Joshua, after opposing the court law, are you eager to oppose the insect law?] [The boss is a military female with armed privileges and suddenly speaks: Please don't write about reality!] [Fuck you, a bunch of humanoid weapons!]
[But that's just what I think.
Although I hate that the rules of society are established by these weaklings, sometimes force is not a panacea.
1600 is a year of change. More technology and civilization are born this year, and military force is effective.
However, technology and civilization are the new future.
I can't just kill them all with force. What Milan wants is a new world with advanced medical technology.
But if I'm going to kill them, I have to at least figure out the rules of society they control.]
[In the end, I still want to kill you! 】【Joshua: I will kill you all when I learn your tricks.JPG]
[Joshua's neurotic attributes remain unchanged! ]
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At the same time, I also learned that this was the kind of world Milan faced after he was exposed and returned to his family.
A dirty, despicable, shameless and treacherous world that only pursues the highest interests.
Even though I hold strong military power, I am still hated by those people who abuse their power.
He dragged his sick body in an absolute disadvantage, but persisted until the last relative or friend he cared for died. Only then did he gently exhale his last breath, allowing his free soul to rise and be completely freed from the mouth of silence.
How did he do it?
Author, you asked me if I would be uncomfortable changing my game to experience another way of playing in the world.
Of course I'm not used to it, I hate it.
But, when I think of how Milan dragged his sick body and silently walked one bloody footprint after another on this road, I can persist for another day, week, month, and year, repeating forever.]
…
[The dumbest thing that Capital Alliance has done in the past 20 years is to provoke Fate. It's so funny. Every time Fate goes on air, he disses those old bastards of Capital Alliance. ]
[Don’t mess with the bugs that can write stories, or you’ll be nailed to the pillar of shame in pop culture, haha! ]
[Fate, you are slandering the Legion! @The First Legion!!!]
【I am a military female, let me say it first! Teacher Fate single-handedly held the second carnival of the year! He has boosted the marriage rate of the Lord x military females for 20 years! In every love story, one of the protagonists is a military female, so what's wrong with him smearing the faces of us military females? Is Teacher Fate's smear a smear? ! That is the love between brothers of different genders! Who is like you guys in the Kaxue School? You can't even take a few slaps from Teacher Fate, and you are worthy of being a fan? Teacher Fate, please write hard! We, the Legion Bugs, are not like the Capital Alliance Court. We have complete freedom of creation here! ! 】
【I am a military woman, I clicked.】xN
[Are you military bitches sick? ]
[What? Did the inability to keep up the pace make the Legion's Bug-Bite Teacher Fate break down? ]
…
[Milan's growth experience is special. I have strong power and advantages. I can use countless births over a long period of time to trial and error for Milan.
One day, I will be able to work out a situation that is good for both of us.
I firmly believe this.
…
You ask me if I would feel bored?
Would you feel that everything will eventually become meaningless and empty because of the eternally repetitive insect life scene? And feel pain because of this?
Do you think that this long-lasting persistence is meaningless?
[The author notes that Mr. Joshua remained silent for a long time in response to this question.]
If I say that it is not boring or torturous, who here will believe me?
In my countless and unremembered journey of rebirth, every minute, every second, every moment, day after day, year after year, I wake up, I learn, and I work.
I hold the knife and stab out the victorious death. I walk on the road of victory that is repeated forever, facing countless insects with different faces but the same ambitions.
My life has become a never-ending farce, emptiness is everywhere, and boredom is the seasoning of my daily diet.
But, as long as I think about it, I will succeed in changing Milan's miserable second half of life one day.
He can live past 40 and die at the age he wants.
Maybe 50 years later, he will feel glad to be in this world.
I just feel empty and boring like this.
I love him, this is my true heart.
I stick to my heart and everything makes sense.
Nothingnesses are indeed tormenting, but they will never conquer me.
I have long been Milan's trophy.
…
You asked me if I met Milan in my later reincarnation?
Sometimes, but I rarely approach him directly like I did the last few times.
…
[The author notes that Mr. Joshua is silent again.]
I admit it.
In a certain life, I brought great harm to Milan.
I left him exposed, and every time I came closer I made his situation more difficult.
In one life, he hated me.
I can be a Warsaw general to any bug.
But in front of Milan, I am just Joshua, a coward with a fragile spirit, a fragile heart, and who can't control his tears when provoked.
In all the generations that followed, I never appeared face to face in front of Milan again.
You say I'm timid and cowardly.
But I can never forget the look of hatred in Milan's eyes.
His eyes were pure black, like a pair of ghostly black pearls, heirlooms that would never be forgotten once you had seen them.
But, when hatred fell into his black pupils, hatred also became eternal.
I dread meeting him.
I dreaded looking into his eyes again.
Later I kept avoiding it.
I thought, I should polish myself to perfection first, and then meet him at the most perfect time.
But my fragmented memory caused me to miss many opportunities.
I didn't see Milan for a long time.
You asked about the specific time!
Ten times? Twenty rebirths? My mental state is getting worse and worse, I can't remember the exact number.
…
…
[The author tentatively asks a more offensive question: Mr. Joshua. So, in these rebirth worlds where your mental state is getting worse and worse, have you ever thought about seeking help from other lords? After all, your ultimate goal is to bring Mr. Milan an absolutely happy future. In the process of implementing the plan, if you can't support it at one time, will you choose emergency evacuation? ]]
【What the hell, this is a fatal question!!!】
[Fate started to stretch his feet back and forth on the edge of the court explosion again. Take it easy! ! Don't tease the court! ! ]
[Emergency evacuation? Fate dared to write that Joshua was in emergency evacuation. The court will remove the word emergency evacuation from the dictionary tomorrow! Hunt down Fate across the country! 】
[Fate, are you polite? ! ! ! ]
[
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[Before this, I discussed this issue with Mr. Milan, and Mr. Milan agreed that I should put this question in the inquiry list. Mr. Joshua was silent for a moment and then answered.]
…
Your question offends me.
However, you have asked the right question.
Milan is the anchor of my boring and empty repetitive life.
I hadn't spoken to him for a long time, hadn't seen his face or eyes, and my mental state had deteriorated irreversibly.
In my early life, I laughed at Choshko's bigotry and stupidity, but later I followed his path.
In my most desperate moments, I thought that perhaps this was Choshko's curse on me for betraying our brotherhood.
No matter how hard I try, I will always be the little bug chasing their shadows.
I repeated the path they had walked over and over again, picking up some gravel from their footprints, hoping that I could have a share of that beauty.
I chose the worst possible response to my deteriorating mental state.
I endured it myself.
First of all, in one of my past lives, I was completely unable to distinguish the features of my parents; I suffered from an incurable form of prosopagnosia.
Then my ability to create happy emotions began to disappear, and I lost the ability to sense hormones.
For the Zerg, this is tantamount to sexual mutilation.
However, I cannot consciously smell the hormones of other insect species, and my hormone-producing glands are still intact. My parents and doctors are puzzled.
But in the end they didn't pursue it any further.
Because my fighting ability and rationality are not affected by the lack of hormone perception.
I, Joshua Warsaw, am still functionally healthy.
They quickly filed this minor hiccup away and ignored it.
Later I realized that it was a distress signal sent by my body mechanism. My spirit was about to die.
However, no insects were found at that time.
Because General Joshua Warsaw is still invincible.
No one cares anymore.
…
You asked me how it feels to have my emotions disappear?
Um.
It was like walking into a cold, sticky Dead Sea.
I could clearly feel the cold sea water creeping up from beneath my feet. The water was cold, sticky and heavy, freezing my emotions and making me no longer happy.
Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, I need to listen to the heartbeat on my health ring to know that I am still alive.
I was so emotionally disturbed that the hormone glands in the back of my neck had become a useless piece of soft flesh and I couldn't smell any bug hormones.
If you want to know, among thousands of lives, has there ever been a life in which I was at the peak of power, pursued by countless nobles, and my heart was moved, so that I temporarily combined with a noble to stabilize my spirit.
I confess: No.
During those years, I lost the ability to create emotions and the ability to create joy.
My heart was split into two halves. One half was still a fighter, rushing into the turf that I looked down upon to destroy and study.
One half of it quietly sank and fell apart in the Dead Sea.
I am Milan’s trophy, and I have long been unable to feel pleasure in any male insect other than him.]
[The bullet is loaded too early, Mr. Fate. No insect can be more polite to you than you! ]
[Too literary, let's do something simple. 】
[Save Stream: Joshua, who has been reborn many times, is emotionally detached and physically incapable of attacking. Is this a curse from Fate or is there scientific evidence? Click the link to jump to the forum! Be the first to watch the Academic School's detailed debate! ]
[Ah? Stop it! What did Joshua do wrong to suck the female soldier of Milan? Suddenly he became impotent! ! ! ! ]
[What the hell is impotence? Fate, can you read? ! ! You call Joshua's sudden kiss on Mr. Milan multiple times during an interview impotence? ? ? ]
[Joshua's biggest hater is actually the anchor Benchong from Fit! ]
[You poor bastards who have been single for many years... I am sweating with jealousy. Joshua is frigid, but he has obviously been turned into a normal person by Master Milan. I can't imagine how OOOO Master Milan's methods are. They are really OOOO, OOOO in private! Joshua is just OOOOO! ]
【【--Channel user xx is suspected of illegal behavior, and his account is permanently banned! Be civilized when surfing the Internet, and please abide by laws and regulations--】】
[What the hell did the previous account say? He was muted so many times and was warned by the super administrator to block his account! ]
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[…
In this state, I actually can’t tell how many lifetimes I have experienced.
The memories of Milan are becoming fewer and fewer in my memory. They are like thin crystal sugar pieces that melt every time I put them in my mouth.
Gradually, only a shallow layer of candy was left in my candy box.
I can now describe all the memory fragments so smoothly because of Milan's treatment.
He patiently fixed everything for me, and I recalled many old times. One day, I could see my parents' and my own faces clearly again.
…
What? You ask how I can find the right time when I'm in such a bad mental state?
My increasingly fragmented memory seriously affects my search for the correct time when Milan suffered a spinal injury. I am learning in every life, and I am missing out in every life.
Until this life, I have no pain or feeling, but somehow, I feel that my spirit has reached the edge of its limit.
I could die in my sleep at any time.
So, in this life, I let the longing that had been hidden for many years dominate my final choice.
In this life, I did not attend my major general award ceremony and chose to lead the team to the star area near the Wasp Army Base in advance.
It seemed like a joke of fate, but also like fate had finally shown mercy to me.
I feel death is approaching, so I let my longings run wild and let them lead the way.
The day I died, when I could no longer hold on, was the day Milan's spine was injured.
After countless journeys of rebirth, I finally hit the right moment to change my destiny.
…
At that time, I was just a worn-out mechanical part, mechanically and blankly executing the thoughts that I had executed thousands of times in the past.
When I found Milan on that cliff, I couldn't believe I had really found her.
That's when Milan came to my rescue again.
...What? Yes, that's right, I was right, it was indeed the injured Milan who saved my soul once again.
Milan was stuck in a crisscross of steel bars. It was a horrific sight and he was covered in blood.
His head was tilted back, and a terrible wound ran from his jaw to his lip, almost disfiguring his appearance.
I finally knew the origin of the small scar on Milan's lip in her first life. This horrible answer made me feel heartbroken.
My heart began to circulate again, and my emotional functions began to fluctuate.
The blood from the jaw injury flowed down his face like backward tears.
But Milan herself did not cry.
His eyes were blurred, but his hand was still stretched out. He stretched his hand as far as he could and placed his palm on the farthest place he could reach.
I saw his eyes again, deep black, like a deep abyss, and inside them was his soul crying for help.
Milan is calling for help.
His mind was hazy, but his body was still instinctively calling for help.
That was the first time in my life that I touched Milan's soul with my eyes.
His expression was peaceful and painless, as if he had given up.
But his body's survival instinct still persisted.
Milan's fingers were bent and clasped tightly around the steel bar beside her. Her palms were covered in blood, and she couldn't hold the steel bar tightly.
But he kept stretching his hand, as if if he stretched it a little further, he could grab the steel and grasp a little hope in despair.
The disaster could not kill the burning will to survive in Milan's chest.
I haven't been able to generate emotions on my own for a long time.
But, at that moment, I suddenly came back to life.
Thousands of rebirths are like sharp steel knives, which have already scraped away my happiness, sorrow and desire until only a thin layer remains.
If I hadn't felt that I could never be reborn this time, I wouldn't have let the last thin layer of longing run out and let it lead the way to see Milan for the last time.
I had already become a scorched earth, and Milan's eyes were like a rainstorm from the past, violently and unstoppably overturning the dry earth.
My mind went blank, and all the smooth 123 plans I had imagined countless times of saving and running away disappeared.
I started being stupid again.
My first reaction after I grabbed the steel away was to kiss him.
My heart pumps out joy and memories from long ago, and those joys become the accelerating blood and become my breathing.
I was terribly stupid and completely forgot about the emergency injection I had with me.
I seemed to have become a primitive beast and degenerated.
That moment.
I wanted to transfer my heart and blood to him through my breath, to give him my life, and to bring him back to life.
Milan reached out to the light source in a daze, struggling to get a glimmer of hope for survival.
The world won't give it to him.
I can.
Countless rebirths are just one step away from killing me.
I have endured long-term suffering, death and rebirth, lost all emotions that create happiness, tasted the ultimate power, and also walked into the dead end of being abandoned by everyone.
I thought I could never go back to the beginning.
But Milan did it again.
He dissipated the survival instinct in his eyes and called back to the original me.
He was praying for a hope.
I can be this hope, I can be, I am.
At this moment, Milan became the god of death, my god of punishment, my god of love, and my god of desire in my life.
I have died for him thousands of times, and I can also crawl out of the Dead Sea for him and live for him.
My love is in him, and my desire is also in him.
My soul, my emotions, my happiness…
I was reborn from Milan's black pupils. 】