This image of a woman was the most perfect woman Pan Han had ever seen in his life.
Whether it was her figure or her looks, there was no flaw at all. The only thing was her eyes, which had a certain ruthlessness and an aura so intimidating that even Pan Han couldn't resist.
The cigarette in the woman's hand disappeared and was replaced by a butterfly knife.
There is a green python tattoo on the arm, with its tongue extending to the fingers, and it seems to come alive the moment it is raised!
Thunderbolt, swinging so fast!
This scene made Pan Han a little surprised, but more of sympathy.
He could feel the pain and sorrow in the woman's body.
"I thought this was the limit. But then, the research became more and more perverted."
The woman's butterfly knife slashed through the air, instantly chopping off some molecules.
It was the first time that Pan Han had witnessed such a scene at a microscopic scale. The small but extremely vital explosion gave him a chill.
He seemed to hear the wailing of molecules and the birth of new life.
At this moment, Pan Han was already in a trance, and his consciousness and awareness became confused again.
Seeing Pan Han's reaction, the woman snorted coldly and ignored him. Instead, she continued, "They also asked me to research drugs and foods that can make women infertile or give birth to deformed children."
With one slash of the knife, the sky and the earth seemed to split apart.
"He also asked me to research how to develop drugs that can turn people into zombies and make them obey orders."
Another cut and the sun became even darker.
"He also asked me to study the Dyson sphere and cover the sun."
The third knife seemed to cut into Pan Han's sea of consciousness.
"The most ridiculous thing is that they want me to study how to make certain privileged people more powerful!"
The last knife was full of anger, but a few words flashed through Pan Han's mind: tenderness like water.
Pan Han was unable to react to this strange combination and fainted.
When he opened his eyes again, the woman looked at him tenderly.
"Did you do all this?" After waking up, Pan Han seemed to understand something and asked softly.
"That's right." The woman ran her fingers across Pan Han's face, a movement very similar to Ellie's.
Ellie, who obeyed him in everything, did what he said, and loved him deeply.
"I did everything they asked me to research. I made the zombie virus, the evolution potion, and the Dyson sphere."
"It's just that I use it all on humans. So you see, why is this planet always foggy?"
The woman looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and felt extremely happy.
"You used the Dyson sphere on Planet 438!" Only then did Pan Han understand what was going on.
"That's right! The sun is so cute and innocent, why should it be trapped in a Dyson sphere?"
The woman nodded and smiled at the dim sun.
The sun actually flickered slightly, as if responding to her.
"You covered the planet, spread the zombie virus, destroyed all advanced technology, and experimented on humans to perfect the evolution potion!"
Pan Han has linked all possibilities together, there can only be one truth!
"Yes! Lord Pan, are you satisfied?" The woman turned her head, her face in the shade under the sunlight, and continued to smile.
"There's no need for that! Humans are a bit bad, but is there really a need to go to such lengths?"
Pan Han felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his chest. He wanted to say a lot, but couldn't.
He didn't know what was wrong, but he just felt something was wrong.
"Master Pan! It seems like you've been playing a lot! Did those intermediate evolvers provoke you? You killed them all anyway."
The woman gave a wicked smile, as if she had known Pan Han would ask this.
"This..." Pan Han was unable to answer.
He really didn't provoke him, but for safety's sake, he chose to eliminate the trouble forever.
Maybe it's not fair to them, but it might be fair to the whole.
But at this moment, Pan Han was not so sure.
Because those who died are definitely unlucky, but whether the future will be better because of their death is still a question mark.
Even if Pan Han is confident that he can do it well, things in the world are unpredictable.
Isn’t this the big trouble?
The creator of the apocalypse has taken action, and now he has no way to deal with it.
"You know it, why don't you care?" Pan Han asked in a low voice.
"Why should I care? You humans should just solve your own problems."
"What good does it do you if the world becomes like this? Isn't it still full of starvation and cannibalism?"
Pan Han continued to ask.
"Master Pan! Tell me, how many zombies and how many humans are there now?" The woman was not angry at all, but sat next to Pan Han.
The two of them sat together out of thin air, the barrier outside disappeared, and the sea breeze blew their hair.
"There should be 599.4 billion zombies, and probably less than 600 million humans."
The barrier dissipated, and Pan Han's consciousness was restored. He was like a bird in a cage regaining its freedom, and immediately covered the entire planet with his consciousness.
"Then you should know that zombies don't attack each other."
"Yeah. I know that."
"Then don't you think the world is more peaceful and tranquil? At least the vast majority of humans don't kill each other."
"But zombies can't be considered human."
"To you, not only zombies don't count, but cats and dogs don't count as humans either. But to me, there's no difference between zombies and humans. They're all living things." The butterfly knife in the woman's hand flew up and down again, and the blade kept shaking in front of Pan Han's eyes.
"Uh! But why do you prevent women from having children?"
Pan Han still had the cigarette in his hand, and he couldn't help but take a puff.
"What's the point of having a child? Aren't we just going to go down the same old path?"
The woman said with a puzzled look, Pan Han should understand this principle!
"If they can't have children, how can the humans on Planet 438 reproduce and evolve? Looking back at the 100,000 years of history, can't you see that humans have been making progress?" Pan Han suddenly said excitedly.
"I've made some progress. My killing skills have become more sophisticated."
The woman sneered, and the butterfly knife was dancing so fast that the blade could no longer be seen. Only a circle could be seen flying up and down.
"So, if you like the dullness of life, why did you come to me and take a fancy to my world? Isn't it nice to stay here?"
"Master Pan, didn't you also have a child with Ellie?"
"Come on, you're just a machine, do you need to reproduce?"
"Master Pan, I suggest you retract this statement. The first group of people died tragically because of this statement."
Suddenly, a cold light flashed in the woman's eyes, and a bone-chilling coldness surrounded the surrounding space.
"What did I say wrong?" Pan Han hurriedly tried to resist.
"In your eyes, I have always been a machine. You have never considered me a living being. This is the arrogance and original sin of you humans."
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