Chapter 167 May you bless us.

Chapter 167 May you bless us.

Relative silence.

The child was biting his nails, which made Fyodor's eyelids jump, and he reached out to pull his hand down.

Not a good student.

Qian Jianmu glanced at him, forced a smile, twisted his fingers together and bit his lips.

Probably because he has almost never been exposed to direct sunlight for a long time and has never eaten normal food, the kid's skin is as white as snow and his lips are not very healthy. When bitten, they are actually rubbed with a bit of blood color.

It is common sense that children are selected, just like going to school is something that is openly encouraged to make progress. Anyone with a little talent is working hard for it.

But everything has its pros and cons. No one cares where the children who were selected and disappeared went.

Although he was usually incredibly mature, when he was faced with this kind of living space where he was visibly oppressed, no matter how strong his academic ability was, how mature his thoughts were, and how well Fyodor taught him, he could not change his iron fate of having no future.

Powerlessness. Even adults will feel suffocated and powerless.

Run away?

The Northern Incubation Institute covers a large area and has very complete facilities. No one needs to go out before adulthood. Even if they want to go out, they have to stay in the institute due to complicated application procedures.

If you put it another way.

No child could escape from here before the age of sixteen.

…Even if I run away, I can’t survive.

"Fejia..."

The child reached out and carefully hugged his waist. In fact, they seldom had physical contact, and Fyodor was unusually tolerant of the child's behavior of seeking dependence. He lowered his eyes, his gaze surprisingly calm.

The child said: "If I were taken away..."

"Have you decided to give up?" Fyodor smiled and said, "This is not bad, it's the same as before, isn't it?"

"Fejia will be taken away."

“……” He suddenly fell silent.

"If he is killed, Fedya will be taken away."

The child's face was buried in his clothes, and his expression was completely invisible. His tone was very soft, as if he was acting coquettishly:

"don't want……"

"so?"

"So, the 'Creation' project will recruit a group of experimental subjects in three months, aged 6-8 years old."

The soft voice was gradually replaced by a rational voice, and the child said calmly:

"I may die, but it will no longer be someone taking my life away, but my own initiative to give it up."

"I will survive."

The strength of the hug even gave Fyodor a sense of oppression. In the pitch-black environment, the child raised his head faintly.

"I won't let you go. I will survive. Absolutely, absolutely."

"…your dependence on me is beginning to make me sick."

"But you didn't push me away."

The child still had that expression that showed no sadness at all, and slowly, slowly curved the corners of his eyes:

"And it's not me who relies on Feijia, it's Feijia who relies on me."

"I know that now Feijia can only survive by relying on me."

Fyodor choked.

He had long accepted this reality - if he had killed Qian Jianmu in the past, he would most likely have died at this moment.

However, being guessed by Qian Jianmu was like a cat secretly playing on the computer at home, which made people feel cold in their backs at a certain moment.

The child had learned such evil intentions from somewhere. He admired his expression for a while, then buried his face in his clothes and promised in a very light voice.

"It's okay, you can rely on me."

"As for Fei Jia, it's okay to keep relying on her."

...is the nature of someone familiar, gentle and kind

***

After submitting an application to the person in charge, Chimamu's name was listed on the list of experimental subjects under the person in charge's surprised gaze.

There are two options for the experimental subjects: registration and lottery. Some families will send their children for that one in ten thousand chance, some children simply choose to go because they have no hope for the future, and the rest are selected by lottery within the appropriate age range, and those who resist particularly fiercely will be eliminated.

The selection is not based on grades, because death never cares about a person's talents.

Death is fair and equal; luck is partial.

Standing among the anxious children who were preparing to leave, the child who was not even as tall as Fyodor's legs turned slightly sideways and stuck close to Fyodor's side.

Fyodor did not interfere with his choice, because in his eyes there was no choice, and he did not want to worry about Qian Jianmu's future at all.

The operation is complicated.

The body needs to be subjected to several extreme tests, probably to test a person's tolerance for chips. Most people can only accommodate one chip, but the more they can accommodate, the more possibilities there are.

Unfortunately, Chijianmu's body is very suitable.

The limit of his body is three chips.

Therefore, he was selected from tens of thousands of children, promoted to a higher-level laboratory, and implanted with a Class A 'Chuangshen' chip. He had no reaction after the operation and was judged to have an extremely high tolerance, with the value being among the top among children.

So, along with twenty other children, he was sent to the final laboratory.

The process of waiting for the experimental results is very hard and terrifying. There are two types of chips.

Ordinary chips, such as language chips, simply connect to the brain. If too many chips are implanted, the brain will be burned out.

The chips of 'Chuangshen' were obtained from the huge creations of extraterrestrial beings, which were the remnants of technology beyond this world. Later, it was proved that the remnants were extremely valuable and put into use - the high mortality rate did not attract many people.

The principle of using this chip is that the chip will release very tiny micro-regulators during the implantation process. These machines take over the subtle reactions of the human body at a terrifying speed, and evolve wildly, gathering in important parts such as the joints of the limbs and the brain.

Just like a computer connected to muscles and blood vessels, it uses the most efficient calculations to help the host unleash their talents. Even if you are not thinking, your brain will expand, and even if you are not exercising, your body will remain in peak condition. The degree of physical development of successful experimental subjects is often astonishingly complete. Human brain computers and humanoid weapons are created through such experiments.

However, this intrusive program can cause various rejection conditions.

When the machinery increases excessively, the channels become blocked, and the brain explodes, or the spine or limbs explode.

When the machine triggered an overly violent rejection reaction, the body melted, rotted, and pus flowed out of the nasal cavity.

Before testing their ultimate tolerance level, all the test subjects placed in the isolation chamber were piled in one room for observation. Qian Jianmu could see the exploded head of the boy next door by turning his head.

Large areas of white, green and blood, crying and wailing, screaming, strange clicking sounds, and the quiet dripping sound of testing in the isolation chamber.

Feeling very painful, Qian Jianmu moved his fingers and looked at Fyodor who was standing not far away.

"goodbye."

Just in case, say goodbye often.

The black-haired man looked at him for a while, smiled inexplicably, and didn't say goodbye.

…

In the end, there were only twenty people involved in the experiment.

The chip is of the highest level that has never been successful, and is also known as the chip of the 'Lord God' and the 'Lord of Gods'.

No one knows what the consequences will be.

What benefits will arise after implantation? Nobody knows.

The information available at present is that low-level chips will instinctively obey high-level chips. That is the class planning that comes with the machinery in the chip. Therefore, the host of the highest-level chip is destined to be the boss of all the successful "artificial gods" currently.

A boss who will bring huge benefits.

"Is that enough?" Fyodor mouthed to him.

The child narrowed his eyes and laughed.

Death shot into the back of his neck.

In the first trial, 10 out of 20 people succeeded.

Three days later, 7 people died of rejection reaction, leaving 3 people.

A day later, three people suffered from acute illness at the same time, two of them died on the spot, and the last one was given emergency treatment.

Fedor stood in front of the silver-gray operating table, watching a group of bionic people, real people and machines working at a critical juncture to save the child's life.

die.

The rescue was successful.

die.

The rescue was successful.

His chest was wide open, and all sorts of strange machines maintained the normal operation of his body. Since the chip did not need to be modified, everyone was just patching up the loopholes.

Change whatever is wrong and correct whatever is problematic, just to make him get through this difficult rejection until his condition stabilizes.

The bionic people, machines and a few humans all died together. The humans took turns to be replaced, but the bionic people continued to work without any emotion or fatigue.

After 21 hours, his condition finally seemed to have stabilized, and after 28 hours, it was stable, but for safety reasons, the equipment was not removed and was still connected to his organs.

It looked as hideous as if a giant spider leg had emerged from its belly.

32 hours later, the condition worsened again, and data showed that 30% of Qian Jianmu's body had been destroyed.

40 hours later, Chimamu was critically ill.

die.

Rescue failed.

Rescue failed.

Rescue failed.

Frantic rescue efforts, all kinds of medicines, all kinds of machines, everything that could be used were used on the young man.

Fyodor stared at the gaping belly and the tiny body, his expression frozen as stone.

Another minute passed, and suddenly, as if by a miracle, Fyodor saw a thick golden chain falling and binding the child's body.

One side tied up the child, and the other side tied up the sky.

The sky seemed to be broken, and perhaps precisely because he was excluded from the world, the feeling of the world being broken was particularly clear. He slightly widened his eyes and saw that the golden chain was entwining the child and the sky tighter and tighter. Then, a golden thread fell from the chain, wrapped around his wrist, and twisted several times.

……?

"The rescue was successful."

“It’s getting better.”

"Why did he wake up? Anesthesia! Anesthesia!"

Fyodor suddenly turned his head and saw that the child on the operating table had opened his eyes at some point.

His empty golden eyes searched over and over again, searching for something, and his lips opened and closed slightly.

"Fei...Feijia?"

"……?"

Fyodor walked up to him and saw that the child narrowed his eyes, as if he saw something, then shifted his gaze in disappointment and looked around.

"Fejia? Where?"

“…”

After a brief pause, Fyodor stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

But the young man kept his eyes wide open as if he couldn't see anything, searching helplessly. His breathing became more and more rapid, and he was in critical condition again due to emotional excitement.

"Inject it quickly! It will really hurt!"

"Poor thing, even a moment of pain would deprive him of all his sense of pain..."

"Stop talking! If he succeeds..."

"Ah, I will become a 'god'."

"Fejia..."

With eyes wide open, one cannot see the person in front of him. The future that he exchanged with the world by "living forever" is twisted into an unsolvable Möbius loop. There is no need for logical cause and effect. True immortality is a dead knot forced into a knot by paradox.

He was indeed dead.

Because he is dead, he can use divine power in order to 'live forever'.

Because he used divine power, his body and soul were reshaped and reset.

He could no longer see Fyodor.

Just like Zero's optimal algorithm, using the simplest idea that does not affect the integrity of Qianjianmu, at the moment of Fyodor's "Crime and Punishment", the target was transferred to Qianjianmu in another time and space. Due to the difference in time and space, Fyodor could not integrate into this world nor could he replace Qianjianmu's body, but because his soul was abnormally integrated with Qianjianmu, they could touch each other.

Afterwards, after the baptism of theocracy, Chimaera came back to life and separated the souls of Fyodor and Chimaera that had merged in "Crime and Punishment".

At the same time, without the fusion of souls, all traces of Fyodor's existence outside the world will be erased from Qianjianmu's mind.

The Thousand Rooms were not affected and the crisis was resolved.

So this kind of scene was created.

The rapidly erased memories, the pain, the obsession to live for something, the helplessness of not being able to find the future, made the child force himself to search for Fyodor with his sleepy eyes.

Fyodor was standing next to him, with a golden thread tied around his wrist that no longer belonged to the Thousand Rooms Curtain, but to the cause and effect between the Thousand Rooms Curtain and the world. He looked down with heavy eyes and saw a drop of crystal slide down from the beautiful golden eyeball and shatter on the flat steel surface.

He thought this was the first time Qian Jianmu cried.

His fingers trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes to stare at the boy's pale face after he fell asleep.

"Steady?"

“Loss exceeds 50%”

"It's good that it's stable now... I'm so lucky."

The child who came back to life in an undiscovered corner was declared a success seven days later.

The year-long surgery to repair his body left him numb and dazed for the entire year except for being in a coma.

The implantation of the chip gave him repair abilities beyond those of ordinary people. Only one year later, the child was able to travel in a wheelchair and could even walk with difficulty. Even the scars on his abdomen and chest disappeared completely.

Before things can really stabilize, there is still a long process to go through and countless annoying flies to meet.

In the morning, as usual, Fyodor, unseen, sat on his bed, looking at the expressionless boy surrounded by a group of people.

"What do you remember?"

"I am Chikanmaku."

"Then?"

“I don’t remember.”

"It's okay, it will recover later."

The doctor leaned over to examine his condition carefully and said cautiously:

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"The pain is gone... I'm sorry it can't be fixed."

"Um."

After a full round of inspections, satisfactory results were finally achieved and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he temporarily lost his past memories, lost his sense of pain, and his emotional system had problems like other 'gods', a new 'main god' was born.

What a great, glorious and lucky thing.

Fyodor held up his face and watched with a sneer as the woman bowed to a child with amnesia.

"Next, you will be transferred to the Central Training Institute, where you will enjoy the highest level of treatment."

The doctor bowed his head and prayed to the lamb under their care:

"May you bless us."

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Even though he had seen this scene countless times, Fyodor still couldn't help laughing. He shook his head in joy, stood up and walked to the child.

After a year of hard work, he was badly weakened and even thinner than he was a year ago. He huddled in his white hospital gown, like a skinny kitten.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked with a smile.

The child who once hugged him and acted coquettishly could not even stand up now, could not hear his voice, nor see his face. He could only sit alone in a wheelchair, his empty eyes looking out the window.

Fyodor stopped asking questions and followed behind Qian Jianmu, watching everything coldly.

He almost understood where those causes and effects pointed to and why the Chigenmaku in Yokohama didn't recognize him.

Their meeting is Qianjianmu’s forgotten past and Fyodor’s future that has not yet happened.

And everything that follows is a thousand-story life.

All his previous choices, all the choices that Qianjianmu would make in the future, were for the current situation - to bring him to the present moment.

And he will send the Thousand Rooms into the future.

Infinite loops and successive paradoxes will be completed under his hands.

It was he who created the life of a thousand curtains.

Whenever he thought of this, he couldn't hold back his hysterical laughter.

...I see. So that's why Yukiya didn't want him to really die.

Because the only way for him to die now is to end Qian Jianmu's future and perish together with him...

But can they really perish together? He doesn’t know what kind of miracles Qianjianmu can create. He doesn’t know.

I was deceived. Xingye definitely knew Qianjianmu's identity. And Yukiya's special ability is definitely not as simple as it is said.

Perhaps it was because he was no longer worried about death, or perhaps the long-suppressed mood was released by the awakening of the Thousand Curtains, Fyodor was in a very good mood for a while.

Until one day, in the peaceful daily life.

Someone suddenly looked at him.

"……?"

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