No. 0 didn't know what was happening, but the program started running instinctively, firmly guarding the little fat boy's consciousness.
The little fat boy who was shaking his head in pain gradually calmed down. He seemed to be floating on the white and soft clouds. The severe pain was soothed, and what followed was the touch of a light and fine down feather.
He gradually fell asleep.
The cold and ruthless God of Machinery had never done anything so delicate.
He was actually coaxing a human child.
The data of No. 0 raised doubts, but he didn't want to delve into it.
Returning to this world again and seeing this little cub, his data fluctuations were joyful and happy.
An indescribable meaning lingered around him.
Humans call this: the thrill of regaining what has been lost.
Does he have it too?
The procedure is set and within the framework. No. 0 knows that this cub and his father in this life both seem strange and peculiar to him.
But there seemed to be a faint lock that restrained his exploration.
Human thoughts are too complicated, he doesn't want to think about why.
When Emperor Mingxi saw the child calm down, he felt dizzy and his blood boiling the moment he stood up.
But he didn't care, he leaned his hands on the table and kept staring at his child.
"Thank you very much."
The emperor is thanking Ding Ding.
Number 0 was looking at him.
Looking at the emperor in this low-level world.
Almost dying.
The skin of a healthy person is plump, rosy, and full of rosy complexion, and the spirit is as bright as the rising sun.
But this emperor was not like that. He was defeated miserably and exuded a faint smell of blood, like a towering tree that had lost its water.
What exactly happened?
He was only away for a few months. Is that a long time in the human world?
No. 0 turned his mechanical eyes and stared closely at the cub who seemed to be dreaming, with a slight chirping sound coming from the corner of his mouth.
As soon as he saw him, No. 0 felt that his data seemed to be wandering, and the body he created for himself was also heating up.
It's that feeling again.
A precursor to dementia.
Casually cleaning up the useless wandering data, the main system floated in the air, staring at him deeply.
He watched the emperor holding the cub lovingly in his palm, while the fat little bird, chirping in its sweet dreams, subconsciously rubbed against the emperor's fingertips.
He saw the emperor lower his eyes and call out softly, "My son," repeatedly, and the plump, chubby little cub responded as if he heard it.
Such a scene made No. 0 look away. He was very reluctant to admit that he had malicious feelings towards the emperor of the lower world.
That's called jealousy.
No. 0 thought absentmindedly, he was just an emperor, if he wanted he could be emperor in any world.
But that was low-grade and cheap stuff, and No. 0 had no interest in it at all.
He couldn't help but look at the picturesque scene again.
The cub's father is dying.
How sadly the cub will cry.
Will eyes that sparkle like stars go blind from crying? This is a story that No. 0 found: human eyes can be damaged by crying.
The cub is not a system and can simulate everything at will.
To be precise, the system is not a system. This is the most appropriate synonym chosen by No. 0 based on the information collected.
In the world of operation and maintenance, there are different levels. If we want to support people who have the world's goodwill, then how appropriate is the word "system" to suit them?
So, an unknown number of years ago, No. 0 called himself the system, and then he created countless systems such as 02 and 03 to help him operate the world.
Although 02, this idiot, wanted to lie down as soon as he was created.
Moreover, the intelligent machine that had lived for so long was so stupid in front of that cub.
Shameful.
After shaking off the stupid 02, the main system observed the emperor again.
His body had already collapsed to the extreme, even though the thing that the human world called poison was being cleared away bit by bit.
But he can only live for three years.
But looking at the emperor's expression, it seemed that he was unaware that he only had a few pitiful years left to live.
He was turning over the cub's down feathers, as if checking on its health.
The omniscient and omnipotent No. 0 cannot obtain this authority in this world.
Because this was just a thin thread of consciousness, he could only read 02's memory bit by bit.
Fortunately, this idiot's data has not been repaired yet, otherwise he might notice it during the process.
Memory quickly transferred from 1002 to the main system.
In an instant, he got the answers to all the causes and questions.
He saw that the cub displayed extremely strong mental qualities when facing life and death crisis.
Blood and limbs flew in the cub's pure eyes, and he was very scared.
But even so, the cub curled up obediently and did not cause any trouble to the people around it.
He saw the cub dragging its twisted ankle and crawling towards the stream with all its might, just to get a handful of water.
He saw the cub trembling with fear, but pretending to remain calm, and used the tiger skin to protect the unconscious human.
He saw...
Countless and countless.
The final scene freezes at the moment when the cub stares blankly at the sky day after day.
How dare you! How dare you!
How could you treat this cub like this?
No. 0 heard his own data boiling, screaming, and going crazy.
No. 0 looked at Emperor Mingxi with cold eyes full of malice, how can you deserve this cub to love you?
Would you even rather tear your own soul apart than let 02 bind you?
The air and breathing in the Zichen Palace seemed to be forcibly cut off.
The emperor paused in petting the little fat boy. He slowly raised his head, his dark eyes gleaming with coldness. "Who are you?"
Emperor Mingxi's keen intuition told him that something seemed to have gone into a frenzy.
"You, deserve it?" A mechanical, cold voice resounded through the empty Zichen Palace.
Everything around me seemed to have disappeared.
There was no sign of panic on the emperor's face, and he seemed unaware of the heavy pressure.
Instead, he stood up straight with an understatement
The calm words were heard, and the stagnant atmosphere was instantly broken.
"You're not Ding Ding."
It was so decisive and carried an irrefutable momentum.
Murderous intent surrounded the man and the machine.
"I can kill you at any time."
It took a long time for the emperor to hear these cold, iron-like words.
"Ha." The emperor didn't care at all and even sneered, "I've never been afraid of being killed."
No. 0's anger gradually dissipated, as if he had never been angry before.
"You're weird."
Strange enough to detect him and casually ignore his intimidation.
But when No. 0 looked at the emperor, he was just an ordinary human being, a human being who was about to lose his life.
Could such an existence exist even for tiny human beings?
Feeling the pressure around him dissipate, the emperor calmly swallowed the blood rising in his throat.
Emperor Mingxi was extremely intelligent and almost like a demon. Although he was not controlled by the poison, he thought about everything about his child day after day.
Maybe his children are not gods.
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