Chapter 169: Halfway Down the Path
As long as Qian Jianmu is willing, he can easily get along well with anyone.
Emotionally stable and mentally calm. There is no obvious concept of good and evil, and everyone is treated equally.
With his calming disposition and tolerant nature, his presence acts like a tranquilizer to the young beast.
Qianjianmu quickly established relationships with the beasts and built new buildings in his empty memories.
The past that could not be remembered was gradually awakened, but there was still no part about Fyodor.
He didn't remember his parents, nor did he remember the endless snowfield. The only thing he could remember was the days and months he spent studying alone in the training center, and the strong urge that made him desperately pursue "independence" and "life".
Fyodor occupied his entire past, and without Fyodor, he would remember nothing.
It doesn't matter if you can't remember, memory is a profound subject. Qian Jianmu threw himself into life and became the strongest person who is both the freest and the least free.
The strongest.
Fyodor did not comment on his current glory. Power is just a castle in the air given by others. If Qian Jianmu does not understand this, he will never find his true self.
He could only stare quietly, with a weary look, as he spent countless overly boring years with him.
He never finished communicating with Qianniao Juan. When they met, they would look at each other quietly and tacitly. Qianniao Juan would first gently look away and walk to the side of the boy who was gradually growing up.
Chidori Jun's personality has also changed.
Her change was the biggest one.
When she first met Qian Jianmu, her attitude was strangely tentative and sharp, as if she was exploring an unknown existence, full of aggression. She seemed to be distrustful of Qianjianmu's existence, but beneath the appearance of distrust, she was also looking forward to what changes Qianjianmu could bring.
The subsequent Qianjianmu did not disappoint her expectations.
So her attitude changed, she gave up her own edge, and even deliberately reduced her presence. She just stood beside Qian Jianmu, and acted obediently as the youngest and most in need of care sister among everyone.
Such stable yet unstable days passed for six or seven years.
Chijianmu did a lot of things.
Aware of the horrific food shortage, he worked hard to promote food production; aware of the preferential treatment of the law to the chaebol, he found a different way to promote legal reform. In order to gain more power and have more say in the upper class, he showed his great talent for gambling early on.
Entertainment to death, when power is mixed with entertainment, it suddenly becomes much more harmless. He calculated the cards, calculated people's hearts, calculated everyone's gains and losses and status, and then, in the eyes of others who either looked down on him or valued him, he exchanged what he wanted in a way that no one could find fault with.
In exchange for free contact time with Mother Goddess Caroline, in exchange for Yule's living space, in exchange for the opportunity for reform, in exchange for a higher and higher status, and then stand on a higher position and strive towards a higher place.
Things suddenly changed when Qian Jianmu was fifteen years old.
First, Mo Yun participated in a war against the rebels. After the victory, Qian Jianmu ordered a retreat, while higher-ups ordered the continued fighting. After weighing the pros and cons, Qian Jianmu had to give in. In the end, Mo Yun won the battle miserably, and almost all of his confidants were killed.
Second, Lilith went out on a mission under the order of a higher power. Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps Lilith did it on her own initiative, she killed her twin sister and devoured her sibling's flesh and blood.
Lilith and Mo Liu were both from the Qianjianmu faction among the seven. Qianjianmu almost instinctively felt discomfort and pain.
He began to learn to make choices.
He became the chief god of the new religion and won over believers for the "evil cult" that he once felt uncomfortable with; he joined the power camp and exchanged double the workload for a more solid power network; he no longer promoted reforms that affected the interests of the chaebols, but promoted more harmless technological development. The change in his attitude brought about exponential benefits, and finally, at the most critical moment, he entered the 'secret room'.
He left that room triumphant.
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Since then, Chigenmaku seems to be on the right track in terms of power.
Fyodor watched the whole process, but he didn't think such power could last.
At the very least, obedience to power itself is the beginning of degeneration, and even the most sober-minded person cannot keep himself clean in the torrent.
Qiandiao Juan has a similar view as him.
When she learned the news at the research institute, it was already a done deal. She hurried along the way, and the moment she saw Qian Jianmu, Qian Diao Juan, who had been holding back for a long time, showed such a clear expression of sadness and anger for the first time.
She walked over, without saying a word, and waved her hand to slap Qian Jianmu on the side of the face.
The slap was silent and painless, but it was like a loud thunder, shattering the surface of peaceful daily life.
The plan centered around the Thousand Rooms officially begins from this moment on.
It was a long time before Fyodor realized what kind of determination Chidori Juan had made at that moment.
But he did not regret laughing, clapping and encouraging Qiandiaojuan to hit a few more times.
——If he could still touch Qianjianmaku, it wouldn’t be as simple as a light slap.
This kid is really annoying.
He didn't want to talk about what Qian Jianmu had paid for this. He was really almost pissed off to death.
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A life of a thousand pages is a journey of death that has been interrupted by people.
Without Fyodor's Thousand Rooms, even with a replacement, he could never regain his former will to live.
He has to survive.
He must survive, by any means necessary.
At the age of 20, Qian Jianmu participated in the war between the government forces and the rebels. With the help of Lilith and Mo Yun, he destroyed the government forces and displayed the enemy's heads to everyone - including his son.
At the age of 21, after returning to the central base, Senjianmu learned that Chidori Jun was taken away by the Central Research Institute. He broke into the institute alone and shot and killed nearly one hundred people in the direct management team, but failed to bring Chidori Jun back.
At the age of 22, Yule blew up the underwater elevator and ended his own life. Afterwards, the mother goddess Caroline gave Qianjianmu the last power. When he woke up, he saw the corpse of his friend whom he had fought for.
Unable to stop his plan, Chijianmu's spirit is dragged into hell step by step by the devil in the form of his friend.
Fyodor, who had watched Qiandiao Juan talking with the other six people, watched everything happen coldly.
After Caroline's death, Luo Lan, the mind-reading god, was taken away due to excessive use of the chip and put into the trial system.
- Of course, when the tiny machine produced by the chip completely takes over the host's body, the person can be used as a machine, and this is the end of the artificial god.
From the monitoring and trial 'Blue Bird' to the combat command system 'One Three', these facilities that almost never make mistakes are mixed with the remains of gods.
At this point, four of the seven people were unable to reach the other side, followed by further losses.
Three months later, at a speech by the highest government spokesperson, Sengenmaku attended as a person of great power, and during the speech, the trial system was officially applied without any testing.
The "light" that had been hanging in the air for a hundred years opened its empty eyes. This huge machine like the sun used Luo Lan's body to perform its duties.
Then, hundreds of millions of crows mechanically took off and began to judge the sins of all mankind.
The bar of sin rises above everyone's head, and the world where no one is innocent is spreading like a flood. God's judgment is always fair, and the gentleman on the podium is no exception.
The death penalty appeared above that gentleman's head in full view of everyone.
Mo Yun, representing punishment, shot the gentleman to death on the podium.
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Qian Jianmu stood in front of the podium, watching Mo Yun put away his gun, walk towards him, and then stand behind him.
The eyes of the whole world were focused on Qian Jianmu. Under such burning gaze, Qian Jianmu suddenly smiled.
He said in a strange tone: "...The era of divine punishment has begun."
Fyodor was laughing too.
He thought, how pitiful, Xiaomu.
If I kill you the first time I see you, I'm not sure you will thank me.
It’s better to die than to live like this.
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The world fell into chaos.
A bar counting sins floats above everyone's head. If it reaches the red line, the crows that are always watching will punish them.
But in such a world, who would not commit a crime?
As a result, the "wave of reporting" that mitigates crimes inevitably spread.
Everyone is each other's enemy. As long as you report the crimes of others, you will be exempted from punishment.
The society came to a standstill, and the famine that everyone had worried about also began in full force.
At the same time, the new religion jointly run by Sengenmaku and the envoy of God Aku - a god who is not close to anyone and has only an ordinary relationship with Sengenmaku - also began to riot.
The reason for the riot was that their belief in "God" had reached a level that could no longer be suppressed.
God brings judgment and God cleanses sin.
God bless us.
How to reward the gods? How should we reward the gods who bring about a new era?
That's right.
Nothing is enough to reward him, not even the highest power, so we might as well kill him and worship him as the true God. *
While the riot was brewing, Qian Jianmu's situation had become so difficult that it was suffocating to look at it.
Qiandiao Juan is still in the technology center.
Yule's survival resources still need to be supplied by Qianjianmu.
Luo Lan is not dead yet. Even though he has become a system, he is not dead yet.
Being attacked from all sides, Qian Jianmu ran forward with all his might. He paid a price that ordinary people could hardly imagine, but he could not see a ray of light at the end of his efforts.
He was trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm. He used his best tactics and strategies. Under the repeated pressure, he came up with the only solution he could think of at the time, which was indeed the best solution.
It’s just that the optimal method he chose is very consistent with his usual behavior pattern—no desire to survive.
He was really ready to die on the altar.
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The one who died was Yajiu.
The young man with long golden hair, who rarely said anything to Qian Jianmu but would do whatever Qian Jianmu said, sneered and pushed Qian Jianmu away, leaving him to Mo Yun to tie him up.
"I am waiting, waiting for the day when your future suffering will destroy you, waiting for the day when you can no longer breathe and can no longer go on."
"I'll wait for you in hell."
The young man who claimed to be a messenger walked into the fire with satisfaction, into the purgatory that was closest to God and also closest to punishment, which made him satisfied.
Qian Jianmu doesn't like this religion, but Yajiu does. He has been running this religion for ten years, and his relationship with the believers is closer than Qian Jianmu's.
So, it doesn’t matter if he’s the one who died.
Then, after a brief hesitation, the believers cheered wildly.
Amid the circling of crows in the sky, Qian Jianmu heard the subtle noises of weapons being used.
The young man standing in the fire suddenly fell down, and of course the believers could not hear the sound of the silent weapon being activated.
But Qian Jianmu heard it.
His heart had been numbed by the continuous stimulation. He was stunned for a long time before he remembered to look back, but he just happened to catch a glimpse of the hand holding the gun slowly moving up and smoothing his hair with the barrel of the gun.
Mo Yun, who fired the shot, gave him a calm and gentle smile.
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