Chapter 689

Siberia, the great steel python, watched Joshua throw the pieces of steel that filled his soul into the gate of time and space. He watched all this quietly without any emotion fluctuation.

Each world is different, and each world will also be different. Some world wills like to interfere with their own civilization and race. They even help those lovely, fragile, mortal people to go to prosperity and prosperity.

And some of the world's will, to torture all things for evil - they may not really want to do evil, from a certain point of view, they just poke at their own body from time to time, destroy it from time to time, just like children playing with ants, simple and terrible.

There are kind, indifferent, evil and merciless. The will of the world, just like intelligent life, has various categories.

Xiboya is more extraordinary - compared with his active counterparts who like to interfere in the world, he is not interested in everything. The steel Python floating in the void just wants to quietly watch the reincarnation of all living beings and have a quiet sleep... However, such a simple wish can never be realized.

"Come from the alien world."

The steel python, who hasn't had a rest for thousands of years, looked at the slowly dissipating array and said to himself in a soft voice: "I hope you can lead everything back to the right track... You are the only one who is willing to help me for so many years."

At the same time, Joshua's soul was sinking.

Through the time and space gate full of fog, he came to the interlayer between the world and the void. The soldier felt that he was falling, falling endlessly, and the changeable deep time and space curtain was shaking beside him. He felt that there were countless sounds and colors invading his senses.

This is the first time for Joshua to cross the barrier of a strange world. Usually, because he is familiar with the world of mirov, he can cross this distance in an instant. But in the world of Siberia, because of a wonderful energy barrier, he spent a long time.

In a hazy streamer of light and wonderful energy, the soul of the soldier seems to hear something "sound.".

——Joshua, who are you going to save when you call yourself savior?

——You have said that people in the world do not need to be saved, they will save themselves. Why do you call yourself the Savior?

This voice is very wonderful, as if from the heart, and as if from the void, it reminds people of every trace of fragile logic in the heart, and asks back and forth.

Joshua didn't think too much about the origin of this problem. Maybe it was the doubts in the soldier's heart, or the demons in his life form. At this time, because of the separation of body and soul, these hidden doubts surfaced... But these are irrelevant. Joshua just calmly gave his own answers.

——Salvation is an act, and Savior is an attitude.

It's arrogant and impractical to put oneself above the whole world and save oneself from the top... But to help others not to go to destruction, in fact, we just need to start, do, and take action.

The so-called salvation, for Joshua, is nothing more than doing something that should be done. Just as a person with good intentions will help the passers-by to guide the way, and will help those who are about to fall or who have fallen back. The strength of the warrior is so strong that his good intentions can do such a thing without any lofty reputation.

He called himself the Savior, just to explain a fact, but throughout, Joshua was a soldier, just a soldier.

The changeable curtain of time and space disappeared.

The blue purple fragments of steel fall from the highest sky in the world. It breaks through many clouds and falls to a diamond shaped continent. You can see that the continent is desolate, with only scattered green dots all over every corner of the world. In the center of the continent, there is a roaring operation of iron and steel artifacts, and it is in the center of them, A towering spire, which seems to penetrate the clouds, stands in the center of the world, with a dark blue light on the top.

Joshua is falling.

He has entered the world of Siberia.

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This is a very small studio, planed out of the bed full of traces of oil, only less than 40 square meters, a rusty workbench occupied nearly half of the room space. In addition to the workbench, the rest of the room is full of debris and parts, and the dark room is full of the smell of steel.

But at this time, the original strong smell of engine oil and rust was covered by a stronger smell.

Tick, tick.

On the worktable, a humanoid puppet is placed in the center. It seems to have been damaged and is waiting for repair. But just in front of it, there is a rigid humanoid falling on the table. One hand of him is hanging down. You can see that there is a huge wound on the side of the head.The liquid can't stop flowing out of it, accumulating in the depression of the worktable, and then trickling down the hand to the ground.

It's the smell of blood.

A dirty diary with oil and blood stains was spread out, and the wind from the air outlet rolled it page by page.

[work log, day 2971: repair the suppressed soul puppet in Santai 'breeding area'. Two of them were successfully repaired, and one of them was damaged. We applied to "Garden District" for a new soul core

[work log, day 2972: the soul core has arrived. It is very difficult to repair the soul puppet. It has been successfully repaired.]

[work log, day 2973: general promotion to first-class maintenance personnel, transfer from 'No.1 maintenance area in breeding area' to 'No.6 maintenance room in garden area'. The confirmation of the workshop is completed, the workbench is unlocked, and the next day's work begins.]

[work log, day 2974: hit by the soul energy leaked by the puppet, the work can't be completed. What's the feeling... Get the management warning: next time if I don't complete the task without applying, I will be destroyed.]

Wait, what is "I"

The scattered stains and graffiti covered all the words. It was a few pages later when they reappeared.

[work log, day 3002: I'm in a mess. What's going on? When I came to the garden area, my brain suddenly became very clear, and the originally unrelated knowledge was well integrated... I have no memory of what kind of life I had before. People around me are just like soul puppets, working at the same pace every day... I used to be the same

[work log, day 3003: today is the first month when I wake up. I have completed the routine repair task of soul puppet. Most of them are simple joint failures, which can't take me three minutes... But everything is too abnormal. The maintenance personnel like me didn't respond to what I said, It's the same with the people walking in the hallway... Can't they hear me? However, it has become a habit for me to keep a diary. I will probably continue to write about it

[work log, day 3005: when I wanted to get out of the maintenance area, I was stopped by the soul puppet. In front of me is the garden area. I can see the children playing on the grass. They are very happy, while the soul puppet is taking care of them... Maybe I think too much, maybe it's just because I'm not qualified to move freely in the garden area, I feel happy watching the children play happily

[work log, day 3012: no! What children play as like as two peas do... With hair standing on end, I feel absolutely wrong. Is this the only thing I feel?

[work diary, day 3031, the second month after waking up, everything has not changed. Everyone's living habits are "work", "daze" and "sleep". They can hear what I say, but they don't care what I say. A few days ago, a group of new children came to the garden area. They look more timid and afraid of the surrounding environment, But it's more real... But after a few days, they all became as happy as the children before, but like puppets!]

[work log, day 3047: I'm afraid I will be assimilated into a puppet again in this way... Recently, there are many damaged puppets, which seem to have the traces of various flames melting and low temperature freezing. Seems to have been through a fight. It's a lot of trouble to repair, but it just helps me get rid of this loneliness...]

What the hell is going on in this damn world? I can't even get out of this maintenance corridor! Those soul puppets are standing in the door, holding the furnace ray generator used to destroy garbage. I can't take risks with my life... But I really hope to see some different scenery. I even begin to miss the days without wisdom in the past. At least I can work for 3000 days without any boring complaints!]

The recorder of the diary finally began to complain. He could see that his anger was piling up, but he couldn't find a way to vent it. In the end, he gradually calmed down and began to write a new diary.

[logbook, day 3173: although it's still hard to accept why other people can tolerate this kind of unchanging lonely days... Maybe I made a mistake, the part of my soul used to manage irritability is out of balance, just like those puppets whose soul core is damaged... But I'm not going to repair this. In a word, there are many books in the maintenance room, which are probably used to inquire about the knowledge of repairing soul puppets. Anyway, there's no way to vent. It's better to read more books

Then there is a small blank. The handwriting at the upper and lower ends is very different. It seems that it has been a long time.

[work diary, day 3726: I'm probably a little crazy, and I will continue to write this damned diary, but I have to write down what I see today... The children in the garden district have grown up, and the biggest ones have probably met the standards of adulthood. The soul puppet took them all away and sent them to the next medical district, But they never came out again... The reserve of the soul core has increased. My God, I don't know what I'm talking about. What do I do? Who am I[work diary, day 3739: a few days ago, I took off my clothes and poured cold water on my body. My head began to heat. This is the cold mentioned in the book... The soul puppets entered the studio and took me away. I left the corridor of the maintenance area for the first time. They took me to the medical area. There were the same expressionless people who diagnosed me and provided me with medicine, Injection, and I take this opportunity to observe around... When I injected, another child was brought in by the soul puppet, which took her into the back operating room... The puppet came out with two boxes in hand, but the child didn't have them. The puppet put a box on the cabinet next to him. I saw that the cabinets around him were full of the same box. It said: "super unit"? It's about that word.

Back in the maintenance room, I found that the reserve of the soul core is one more. I probably understood, in the heart accident calm, I originally thought I will be mad, but am I not mad now? Ha ha

[work log, day 4000: a whole number, I began to gradually walk out of decadence. After all, I'm still alive. Living is hope. No matter how lonely or boring I am, I'm better than the common people in the breeding area and the children who are sent to the operating room. My God, I began to feel superior because of this. After all, compared with the ignorant farmers and the harvested crops, a crazy maintenance worker naturally feels superior, doesn't he

[work log. Day 4123: it's worth writing down today, because more than 15 soul puppets were sent for repair for the first time, which broke the record. These big stupid ones are all covered with battle marks, all kinds of penetrating and broken wounds, and more than seven soul core damage alone... Someone is fighting with these guys, and can actually destroy these puppets! This is the biggest incentive for me. I don't know whether these people will come or not, but I will wait, hope and wait. This is my creed of maintaining reason in this endless loneliness

[day 4779: the maintenance worker in the fifth maintenance room next door was taken away by the soul puppets. His face wrinkled and his hands began to shake. He was also sent to the medical area. There was another soul core. I stared at the soul puppets on patrol for a long time - under the steel shell I was familiar with, Is there a soul I know hidden

The handwriting of writing these words is trembling, it seems that it is because of fear, it seems that it is also because of anger, but more, I am afraid it is at a loss. The owner of the diary does not seem to know what he should do until the next diary appears.

[day 5000, another round number, I began to get used to loneliness. I have learned to empty my head, just like those in a daze. Through a few puppet inspection opportunities, I went through half of the garden area, I have a general understanding of what kind of environment I am in.

The garden area is surrounded by a vast breeding area. Every day, new children are sent here. I am in the most central part of the garden area. All seriously damaged puppets will be sent here for repair or dismantling. If the breeding area is a farm used to cultivate the wheat and bread we eat, then the garden area, It's the farm that cultivates the soul core.

So whose wheat and bread are we?

At least, I believe that my waiting is valuable. I'm discovering the truth of our world bit by bit... Although I can't awaken other people, such records must be meaningful. We have words and books, can make soul puppets, can build huge farms, We can't be born to be dolls who only know how to work and sleep... Someone has made us what we are now, and I will remember it all

After that, there was no record. There was a long blank in the diary. The pages of the book turned and the clean paper turned. Finally, the last page of the diary suddenly appeared a huge number.

[10000 days]

[twenty years. It has been twenty years since I woke up. It's a long time. I even forgot my original journey. Fortunately, I found my diary and let me recall the past.

I'm old, and wrinkles begin to appear on my face, just like the No. 5 maintenance worker. My hands haven't started to shake, but it should be fast. Although it's an illusion, I always feel that those soul puppets are staring at me. Before long, they will probably send me to the medical room, and let me become a soul core.

My fellow citizens who have not yet awakened, I was surprised, frightened and despised at first. I despise, despise and ignore them. I think I am different and can change some things. However, I find that I am no different from those compatriots. I even have to endure more loneliness and pain than them, but I still have to live the same life. But what about that? They are the same as me. I only got self-consciousness because of a lucky soul shock, that's all. I only recorded these words to prove my existence.

I pity them, just as I pity my own destiny. I have thought about it for 20 years, and the conclusion is that if there is hope, I will exist. I will not go crazy, but I have no second 20 years to wait.The fighting outside is still going on, and the puppets that need to be repaired are coming in an endless stream. That's why I still hope. I know that the soul puppets will come one day, take me away and become a soul core, but I will not let them do so, they will never succeed.

I would rather die with the hope of killing people than with a second of peaceful despair.

I choose to die, I should have chosen, sweet death, get rid of the cage of despair, this is the only freedom I have left in this prison named garden.

Maintenance workers are not repairing their minds. This is the last day's work log

The blood is ticking.

The thick blood began to solidify gradually, and the middle-aged man who fell on the workbench and began to grow old could be seen.

He has good facial features and strong body. Years of maintenance work has made him healthy. The man's head has turned white and his hair has lost. He is wearing a gray maintenance uniform. The man has a welding gun in his left hand and his right hand is hanging aside. His fingers are slightly curled up. On the ground, a pen is in a pool of blood.

At the last moment of his life, the man shot himself in the head with a welding gun that could melt the alloy.

It's his choice, free death.

At the same time, the violet light flashed by, it ignored all the barriers and fell straight in this small maintenance room.

The dazzling silver light sweeps everything around, and the fragments of steel begin to choose their own hosts. The low hum sounds from every corner of the space, making the soul puppets of the whole garden area look around and start to walk around, looking for targets.

But then, the buzzing stopped suddenly, and the soul puppet could not find the target, so he had to go back to his original position... But if someone could perceive the soul world, he would surely hear a loud, low and clear sound, as if something had been inlaid and already in place - and in the next instant, Unparalleled pressure swept the entire garden area and even the breeding area, so that all the lights were dim for a moment.

In the small maintenance room, everything seems to remain the same.

But all of a sudden, on the workbench, the dark eyes of the damaged soul puppet twinkled for a moment, and a silver mixed with purple and blue light penetrated its whole body.

"No. nova-21 harvest restart, core ready, unknown energy source injected... Soul unit restart successfully."

There was no emotion coming from it, but the voice gradually changed, and finally became a low male voice: "find the body that most conforms to the original life form, begin to attach, begin to assimilate, begin to load the pieces of steel plug-in, begin to instill the soul..."

"It's over."