Chapter 262: Power Equal to Love
[Teacher Fate, your story "Mrs. Monet" is very delicious*&@#Oh no, I mean the custom story "Colleague" is very delicious&%$#*I mean, it's very good. Custom stories are very good, don't do it again next time! Damn it! How do other major races in the clan read and understand the part about burying alive! ]
[The species characteristic of the razor-winged dragonfly is its wide-area compound eyes, so it has no reading experience at all!!]
【Butterfly species have something to say...】
【The mantis has something to say...】
[The bee species has something to say…]
【What should I say about the subspecies of the white moth, a major moth species…】
[…]
[Good fellow, all the effective love methods are in the Prisoner Star Code.]
[New risk avoidance law - As long as the means of warming up the relationship are more outrageous than the code, the code cannot punish me! Is this what you mean, Fate? ]
[The love textbook written by Fate is not suitable for peacetime.] [It's as if you can see me immediately if there is no peace now!]
[…]
[I'm impressed. Belis Rowe's perspective doesn't contain any real teaching material.]
[At least Fate Wynn and Joshua Warsaw's perspectives can still reveal some useful things for reference, but Belis Rowe, you are from the Pure Gold Capital Alliance Zerg Clan, you didn't even reveal 0.5% of the good stuff! ]
As soon as the classic introduction to a love story came out, problems arose in all parts of the Star Network. Some of the problems were caused by different races, some by the inability to simulate the environment for reference, and some by offline problems.
A technology forum in one of the four major regions:
[Who is enjoying this love story? Who is benefiting? ]
[Speaking of who is benefiting… has any tech tycoon found the real offline coordinates of Belis Rowe? ]
【without.
When the winners of the finals of "Colleagues" were announced, a privileged person from the Capital Alliance went to open the information of the real Belis Luo. This Belis Luo was a research and development engineer in the military technology field. That privileged person did not find the real Belis Luo in the Capital Alliance, so Fate speculated that the real Belis Luo had fled to the Far East for refuge. 】
[In reality, Belis Luo is also unmarried, of a high-class race, with a single surname, Luo… He must be a branch family from a century-old family. He said he would leave the capital alliance where the main family is entrenched and leave? ]
[The Far East is now a hot technology region. Fate has great ambitions. The technology sub-channel section of the Far East official website is called Prometheus. ]
[Tsk, the slick Capital Alliance Zerg Clan.]
[…]
[Did you just use the word "evacuate"? ]
[You guys in the tech faction are really planning to attack Belis Rowe with targeted weapons? ? Where is the alliance? ? ]
【. ——IP from the capital of Dongtiangong District, Alliance Leader Star】【It seems that everything has been said but no evidence of crime can be found...】
[The Capital Alliance Zerg have their own mysterious language communication system...]
@Fite: […
Well, the second memory image is the truth about Bayliss's departure.
But the second memory image is not as complete as the first.
Bayliss was too hurt at the time, and the memory of this promise was too distant. When the memory spanning 25 years fell before my eyes, only two scattered silhouettes remained.
The first moment I saw was my second brother.
In my memory, Belis, in his early prime, was wearing the uniform of a Ross butler, kneeling on one knee in front of my second brother. Like all Ross waiters, he was silent and respectful.
At that time, I was preparing for the development month and had been staying in the development pool room deep in the family to cooperate with the family doctor. The family development pool room was a confidential place and Belis could not go there.
My second brother chose this time to look for Belis.
Yes. In the past, the Ross family still followed the old-fashioned way of operation. Whoever was the waiter was the arm and mouthpiece of the other blood brothers. Other blood brothers were not allowed to use them easily. At that time, my brothers knew that I was taking care of and educating Belis. For a long time, they just thought that I was curious and cultivated Belis like cultivating a group of fungi in a laboratory.
At the time, my brothers complained about my permissive upbringing, but they didn’t say anything. They turned a blind eye to my behavior that didn’t conform to family rules.
What do my parents think? Well, my female father is the head of the family and is very busy. My male father always supports any decision I make. They are always traveling outside the star, busy with family work and council meetings. Most of the time, I live with my brothers on the family star.
Until my second brother summoned Belis alone, no one among the relatives knew about the relationship between Belis and me.
What? Ah, then you're probably going to be disappointed... After all, my family started out as a technology faction. [The author recorded the inquiry: So this time your brother summoned Mr. Belis, threatened him directly, beat him up and forced him to admit that you had an improper master-servant relationship, and finally crippled and expelled him?]
My second brother has a personality that is common in old-school families.]
[I understand. This is the classic Capital Alliance Zerg configuration with lots of shit, lots of tricks, and lots of poison.]
@Fite: […
When the second brother summoned Belis, he brought a small suitcase with him.
He neither threatened nor insulted Baylis. His attitude was calm, just as polite as when he was in a meeting. "I want to ask you two options."
"First, after Monesha has gone through the growth month, you will be promoted to the chief steward. In this capacity, you will continue to follow Monesha, standing in his shadow like a guardian, and witness Monesha's path to success and his achievement."
"When Monesa enters his prime, he will develop his own experimental planet, perhaps in the satellite city of the family planet, or perhaps in the satellite zone of the Alliance. If it is the latter, there will be many diplomatic projects. Monesa is impatient to learn diplomacy, so you have to take diplomacy classes and be responsible for all foreign affairs. In a few years, or even a dozen years, Monesa will marry the female insect arranged by the family and enter the marriage hall. You have to arrange all his affairs after marriage, including the time for his offspring and other female servants to accompany him."
...[Author's note: Mr. Monet was in a trance for more than ten seconds.]
Oh...it's okay, it's just that a long time has passed. When I think of my brothers...I can still easily recall the details of their critical expressions.
…
After the second brother finished talking about the first option, he observed Belis kneeling on the ground for a while.
In my memory, Bayliss showed no signs of abnormality. He said in the waiter's emotionless voice, "Thank you for the honor."
Then, the second brother mentioned the second option. At the same time, the second brother opened the suitcase he brought with him, which contained three sets of ID documents packed in insulated plastic boxes.
"Second, I will give you three new identities. One identity will lead you to Prometheus Higher Education Institute, where you will be a direct student of Professor Henry King. Monesa has taught you a lot, and you will not have any knowledge barriers in studying under this great professor."]
[Ohhhh!! Henry King! One of the 12 contestants eliminated in the final round of "Coworkers", a member of the West End Zerg Clan! ]
[Fuck, Fate really made good use of it! ]
@Fite: […
"One identity leads to the Central Parliamentary College of the United League. You will study there for three years, and after graduation you can directly enter the House of Representatives for internship."
"The last identity leads to the Alliance Military Technology Area. You will be a sergeant there."
"These identities." The second brother said while observing Belis. In my memory, Belis lowered his head and did not look directly at the second brother's observation, but from a third-person perspective, I could clearly see the... well, teasing in the second brother's eyes. He said, "Every professor, every councillor, and every leader who studied under these identities has their own reputation. I will support you, and after you become successful, you can repay the Ross family for ten years."
The second brother said: "As long as you use these identities to enter the United Alliance, in ten years, you will definitely have the weight and value to repay the Ross family. These identities are clean and innocent, and they are all from the side branches of the famous and prestigious families in the United Alliance."
In the memory, Belis froze while kneeling.
I was standing outside of time and could clearly see his back bulged and tensed.
I saw that Belis was silent for a long time, with veins bulging on his neck as he endured the baptism of desire.
Finally, Belis looked up at the box of ID authorizations.
I heard Bayliss say, "Second Master, these documents have no seals. This is a test of loyalty."
…
How strange.
Every Zerg wants love, but when there is even a little bit of...even just a little bit of emotion close to love, every Zerg doubts love.
…
Then, I heard my second brother laugh. It was very cold, completely different from what I remembered.
I saw my second brother pick up the plastic boxes, open them, and pull out the ID cards and passes that were made into cards. Just like when I was a kid...my second brother took the initiative to introduce me to gambling...to playing bad games. He picked out the ID cards, stacked them together, shuffled them like poker cards, pinched them with his fingers, and hit Belis's raised face one by one.
"Look up, recognize, and think."
"You are my brother's waiter, yet you take the initiative to defend the benefits I offer."
"You can say something beyond the waiter range for a few ID cards today, what about tomorrow?"
The second brother did not give Belis time to reply. He waved his hand and the family guards carried out the procedure for dealing with traitors.
They sealed Belis's mouth, prohibited voice authorization, took off Belis's smart ring and tranquilizer ring, and confiscated the Ross property Belis was wearing. Well, that is, the accessories, watch, brooch and other authorization cards I gave him.
The last image in my first memory is the face and voice of my second brother. He leaned over to the frightened Belis and observed him for a few seconds. He complained twice.
"Monessa really likes you and gave you so many authorizations. Tsk, I don't even have the eye pattern authorization for his secret base."
The second brother dug out Belis's eyes.
…
What? Oh, don't worry, it was a flash of memory, and when my second brother took action, the memory was shattered. I was not affected by the impact.
Then, there is the second moment of the old scene.
Bayliss woke up in the garbage ship's incinerator compression chamber.
The first part to heal and regenerate was his eyes, and the second part to regenerate was his basal blood vessels, but he didn't have the energy to heal any more.
The huge funnel-shaped compression silo was half full of garbage, and countless garbage sank like quicksand and poured into the incinerator at the bottom of the silo.
Belis was swallowed up by the sea of garbage and sank. The energy flames from the incinerator at the bottom of the compression warehouse illuminated the high and deep warehouse roof like an upside-down sun.
When Baylis woke up, his disemboweled body was stiff for a long time, until the heat of the incinerator burned him, and he moved his new eyes, reached into the garbage with trembling hands and feet, pulled out a few discarded wires, and handled his abdomen very... roughly. He began to climb up with difficulty.
He was a quiet man at the time, and he didn't scream when faced with such a dangerous situation, but I could sense that he was numb from fear and pain.
Bayliss was badly injured and began to crawl slowly, unable to keep up with the sinking of the garbage. Even though he was far from the incinerator, his skin began to blister.
Then he began to make intermittent sounds. His tongue had been cut once, so the sounds he made at first were not even sounds, but just a kind of vague breathing sound.
But this vague sound became his new motivation, new dirt, new hands and feet.
During the long and difficult climb, Bayliss instinctively began to look for something useful in the garbage. Well, he ate the discarded experimental flesh and blood in the garbage to restore his body's energy.
After his tongue grew back, I could hear what he was saying.
He kept murmuring my name...it was a little creepy. He kept murmuring until Belis successfully climbed to the top and escaped from the garbage warehouse along the dirty pipe that transported the discarded experimental flesh and blood.
…
After I finished reading his empty memories, Bayliss took me to the surface.
We were detected by the rescue medical equipment, and the rescuers began to dig into the soil to rescue us.
I emerged from the darkness and couldn't open my eyes immediately. I immediately said to Belis, we are out of trouble, you did it.
I closed my eyes and repeatedly said to him, Belis, you succeeded, you succeeded again.
Bayliss did not respond.
The medical rescuers separated us while screaming. I was weak at the time and couldn't struggle free, so I told the doctors to give Baylis an injection to repair his body first, and the psychiatric drugs could be given later. I had used nerve tentacles to maintain his nerve response, and his brain nerves were still active, so we should save his body first.
The field rescue team treated us, and various strong injections were used on us one by one. My eyes quickly adapted to the change in light and I could see again.
then.
I saw everything Bayliss said.
After the war, the surface of the transit planet turned into a scorched earth with dark pits and pits. Black smoke gently emerged from the crushed or soft soil, like mist and mirage, straight into the sky.
Belis and I were lying on stretchers in a makeshift field hospital. Two meters away from the field hospital was the entrance to a narrow tunnel made of twisted steel and rubble. There was a long, wet, black mark at the entrance of the tunnel, which extended all the way to the stretcher where Belis was lying next to me.
It was morning, and the artificial sunlight at the transfer station was as fierce as fire, shining on the wet and dark path, reflecting a little bit of the red of undried blood.
Belis's joke came true. He took me across the burning Styx, took me to sleep at the night banquet of the god of nightmare, and finally paved the garden of Persephone, the queen of the underworld, with his own body.
At that time, I was successfully rescued, and the next five minutes, Baylis, who was sleeping on the stretcher next to me, was announced dead by the field doctor.
Baylis was lying on a stretcher, his face facing my bed. His eyes were open, his dark gold pupils were diffused, and his light gold irises were stained with a strange color. I didn't know if he was still conscious. Treatment injections and neuroleptics were injected into his body one after another, but his vital signs continued to plummet.
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The way to save him, well, is to talk to him, but not in the way you think. [Author's note: You used the awakening method to save him? Did you say love?] Love? No, Belis at that time did not need love, nor did he need to be retained in misery, nor did he need care and salvation. Belis relied on all this to lead me to the dawn. When we broke through the ground, he had already enjoyed these beautiful powers.
The dying Belis needs sufficiently cruel betrayal, shattered ideals, and meaningless sacrifice. He needs hatred that is as powerful as love. Only emotions as powerful as love can revive this rotten body.
I staggered out of bed and sat down on his stretcher. His pupils were dilated horribly. I reached out to straighten his face and called his name several times. After many times, Baylis trembled his lips, and blood flowed from his cracked lips again. This was the only reaction he could make. Nothing more.
But I just need to make sure of this.
He can still hear my voice.
It was the end of December, seven days before January. I leaned over to Bayliss and whispered that I was getting married in January to Richard Nosido, to whom I had been engaged for many years.
I said, Richard and I have been engaged for ten years, I fell in love with him in the fifth year, and in the next five years, I deepened this relationship and became obsessed with him. Richard and I will sign a one-on-one marriage certificate at the wedding ceremony.
I said, I only want Richard Nosido in my life.
I said, Bayliss, I forgive you, remember to come to my wedding.
…
Well, he survived.]