Chapter 311 Synchronous Infection
The love that different people talk about may refer to different emotions.
The birth of an apostle requires love. Without a strong love for the world and humanity, it would be impossible to endure the intense pain of transformation.
That kind of pain is not only the inherent physical pain, but also the illusion of being isolated from the world and lingering for thousands of years.
But if you have too strong love for a specific person, it will breed reluctance and regret.
Will I never see him/her again? Will he/she be upset? I really don't want to leave... Such feelings will naturally have a strong negative impact on the transformation.
Those who can be transformed into apostles are gifted. They have few defects at the genetic level, and after several rounds of transformation, they always have a very beautiful appearance.
When a group of intelligent, beautiful, gentle and energetic people gather together, it is easy to develop an overly close relationship with one of them.
Since Number Zero and Number One, every child knew that only one or two people in the same batch would be able to successfully transform. Even if there were slightly more, it would be difficult for them to succeed with a designated companion.
However, such variables were taken into consideration by the researchers from the very beginning. Their solution was to instill broad love in qualified children from the very beginning of their selection, teaching them to love the concept of humanity more than loving a specific person.
The indoctrination process is not difficult because most children are only seven or eight years old when they leave their parents.
Before they reach puberty, they will receive dedicated instruction from a group of charming and knowledgeable teachers.
Children will learn a variety of useful and interesting knowledge, and will also be subtly exposed to the flourishing and prosperous human art before the technological age.
The literary and artistic works of the prosperous era are full of charming characters and plots that praise humanity itself, which completely surpass the positive stimulation that the real world can give to the brain.
Children will learn from the earliest stages of human evolution how precious a miracle humanity is. Teachers will diligently ignite the flame of civilization in their students' hearts, lighting a starry sky for them.
Real-life stimulation is also necessary.
When the time is right, the mentor will gradually show the children the real sufferings of the outside world.
The contrast between black and white is extremely clear, and everyone's voice is sincere and clear.
Children aged twelve or thirteen will deeply understand the despair of the coming doomsday, and in this despair, a stronger hope will be born.
They are saviors, they will uphold humanity's bright future, willing to burn themselves out for all they love in the world. That is good, beautiful, a spirit worthy of praise and inspiration.
For this group of children, the 18 years of their lives passed by in a hurry. The closest feeling to "loving specific people" was probably the moment when they watched their successfully reformed predecessors pass by in a hurry when they were young.
I want to be that kind of person, I want to be as selfless as they are, I want to communicate with these noble hearts and souls.
The sincere wish came true, but what followed were long, emotionless centuries... Beautiful memories, broad love, and a strong sense of responsibility were woven into an unbreakable web at this moment.
"Zero, come back."
No matter what you want to convey to us, it can never surpass our love for humanity itself.
Number One and Zero interlocked their fingers.
The next second, the golden light curtain between the hearts suddenly collapsed.
......
“——”
Who is speaking?
The silver-haired girl opened her eyes, rested her elbows on the desk, and raised her right hand to rub her eyes.
The dream shattered like bubbles, leaving no trace.
“Huh~”
She yawned softly and looked around the empty classroom.
I have swept the floor very clean, so did I fall asleep just now because I was too tired?
Christie stood up from her chair, walked between two rows of desks, and performed a set of long fists effortlessly. Her movements were not at all stagnant, and she was full of energy.
No, I'm not tired at all, so was I really dreaming? It felt like... someone was talking to me.
She looked at the floor with some suspicion, adjusted her eyes' resolution to the highest level, and carefully examined the fingerprints, footprints, and tiny dropped objects nearby.
There were no suspicious clues nearby.
Ling looked away with some regret: "I might have really fallen asleep. Maybe because I was bored? Because I have already memorized all the books for this semester."
The teachers didn't add more textbooks. They said that memorizing the entire text was not necessary; the most important thing was to master the learning method and experience the joy of learning.
In the end, everyone's memories will be put into the same pool, and then they will never be forgotten.
Christie walked out of the classroom and stood in front of the mirror in the corridor to smooth her sleek silver hair.
Her hair color was originally light, and now you can hardly see the original golden color.
The hair of other students is still light brown and light gray, but in the end everyone's hair will turn white or silver, which is the true color of the energy extracted from the soul pool.
She was not opposed to such a future and even had some vague expectations for it.
Perhaps you will be able to communicate with your childhood friends and spend a very long time together. Such a future will shine in your children's eyes.
Christie walked briskly and soon walked out of the white cube that served as the teaching building.
【Welcome back. 】
The dormitory building was lit up with golden lights, and she could go to the gym to exercise at any time, or go to the reading room to read those endless novels about the prosperous times.
Zero paused.
Since I'm not tired at all today, how about going outside to clean up the monsters?
Do it when you think of it.
She turned and ran towards the gate at the edge of the area, aimed her pupils at the scanner beside the door, and then used her consciousness to quickly answer a whole set of psychological tests on the light screen.
【√】
The indicator light turned from red to green, and the alloy fence opened and closed quickly with her movements.
Zero walked through the long underground passage, registered at the security room, and finally arrived at the real gate.
The heavy alloy door slowly opened in front of her, and a gust of radioactive wind with a slightly bloody smell blew in her face.
[Dear Christie, your absence is limited to six hours. Please return on time.]
[Your current permissions allow you to move freely within a 20-kilometer radius. Please do not exceed this range, and do not travel to heavily polluted areas. Your presence is crucial to the future of humanity.]
"Thank you." Christie thanked the Glorious System skillfully.
She knew that Guanghui would broadcast a similar announcement to every reserve member who went out.
The transformation of the previous and previous classes of students had all failed. If her class was wiped out as well, the expensive Apostle Project might be shelved.
However, the teachers are very optimistic about the prospects of the Apostle Program. They believe that as long as there is one successful case of transformation, the subsequent success rate will be greatly increased.
For some reason, everyone thought she would be the success story.
Christie blinked, and many hopeful faces emerged in her mind.
Everyone looked at me with such trust...
She covered her heart, but her heartbeat did not speed up because she instinctively felt that she would succeed.
Why? Is there something special about me?
【some. 】
Where exactly is it?
While she was thinking about this question, she raised her weapon and killed the monsters in the wilderness one by one.
The organization built its base on the Abyss Well, which not only allowed them to extract the energy from the Abyss but also facilitated suppression.
As long as everyone regularly clears out the monsters pouring out of the rift, it can reduce the pressure on residents in other areas.
Click, click, click.
Suddenly, the sound of guns and bullets colliding was heard in the distance.
The silver-haired girl quickly turned around, weapon in hand, and ran towards the sound.
[Christie, you have exceeded the designated range. Please return immediately.]
The increasingly loud gunshots drowned out the commands in the communicator, and she seemed to hear someone calling for help in the distance.
Christie ran faster and faster, completely ignoring the red warning on her iris: "Please return immediately."
No, something's not right.
She suddenly felt a sense of incongruity: How could she resist the organization's orders?
The teachers are very far-sighted, and behind the communicators sit experts who can give advice in all aspects.
If they don't follow the best instructions they have planned, a lot of bad things will definitely happen.
But Christie didn't stop.
Both her memory and her intuition made her feel that this scene was very familiar. Perhaps many, many years ago or many, many years later, she would really run desperately towards that place.
The gunfire gradually died down.
Christie's pupils contracted violently, and she suspected that her eyeballs, which had undergone preliminary transformation, had some kind of disease.
Because the picture in front of me has two layers of double images.
A layer of faded yellow, the picture shows a miserable wilderness scavenger.
That was the first time I saw a memory solidified by the cruel side of reality.
Heart-wrenching pain awakens.
I can try to rescue everyone I meet and send them back to their respective settlements.
But how many people can be saved in this way?
Even if I spend all my time, how many people's lives can I save?
Christie couldn't do that.
But Zero—she, the apostle it represents—can.
"To save humanity, I am willing to dedicate my all!"
In the fading memories, a childish blonde girl and a grown-up silver-haired girl stood side by side, solemnly swearing an oath to the invisible other side and their companions.
What a heavy and pure oath it was, soaked with the blood and tears of so many people.
Christie's eyes were crying, but she focused her gaze on another picture.
The colors of that layer of picture are vivid and real, and the characters in it stand on the earth in the form of holographic projections.
Her familiar companions still looked the same as before the transformation.
Those gentle yet strong children raised their guns, and their gun muzzles were not pointed at the rampaging monsters, but at a crying girl.
"What are you doing? Stop it!" She rushed towards the illusory reality, but a hand gently held her shoulder.
Christie has been undergoing rigorous strength training since she was a child, and muscles are the first part of the body to be transformed.
Without hesitation, she turned sideways and held the other person's wrist.
But the thinly gloved hand gripped her shoulders like a claw, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.
Christie turned around suddenly and met a pair of red eyes.
"I didn't expect that I had been here before." A tall girl sang with emotion, with two long and curly horns growing between her hair.
"Who are you?" Christie looked alert.
The strange thing in front of her could actually distort her memory and show her scenes of her companions doing bad things in order to achieve the effect of mental shock.
"Ha, don't think so. I'm here to help you." The devil smiled indulgently and explained gently, "Actually, this memory also makes me curious. I exist in your memory, but I don't remember [today] in my memory. Why is that?"
She stared at Christine's eyes full of doubt and vigilance, her fingers slowly moved down, and gently held the girl's palm.
"They originally wanted you to remember your original intention of loving the world and following the rules. After all, you are all children who have been reformed before you even grow up. It's natural that you easily believe the knowledge and ideas instilled by authority."
The older woman let her other hand slip through the girl's arm, using her own strength to hold her up.
She led Christie towards the distorted image, walked in front of Lin Yi-No. 1, and held her palm to touch No. 1.
Bright blue ripples appeared on Zero's fingertips.
The devil's lips pressed against her ear and whispered softly, "Now~it's your turn."
Let them feel the first treasures of mankind, desire and love.
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