2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Having said this, Zhuge Xiangming no longer cares about what the young man in front of him thinks, and continues to talk to himself:

"My statement may actually be an exaggeration. Maybe Yan Muyun does not have that ability, but no matter what, his existence is always a glimmer of hope. In order to protect this glimmer of hope, we are willing to use any means."

"You must have noticed that Yan Muyun's acquisition of the power of the alien species is not completely without side effects. The biological characteristics of the alien species will affect his personality, and now he has undergone considerable changes in this regard. We suspect that, As long as he absorbs the abilities of two to three more king-level alien species, especially the black-winged ghost and the spider demon, which are two extremely cruel and vicious alien species, it is likely to have a great and irreversible impact on his character... ."

"He may even run the risk of losing control."

The room became dead silent and the temperature almost dropped to freezing point.

Zhuge Xiangming looked at the slightly trembling young man at the table, and his tone became gentle: "Of course, the above are just speculations of the scientific research institute, and it does not mean that the consequences of the matter will definitely be so serious. The calculated probability of Yan Muyun losing control is actually It’s not big, just single digits. But even if there is only a 0.1% probability, it’s not 0%, and we have to be fully prepared for it.”

"What if he is controlled by someone with supernatural powers one day? What if his personality changes drastically due to swallowing too many alien species? What if he is stimulated and suddenly goes berserk like the catastrophe in Menxia City? One day he joined the Holy Glory Order..."

"Impossible, there is absolutely no way he would do such a thing!" Yan Long interrupted him loudly, his eyes red.

"That's why I said 'in case', but even if it's just one in 10,000, can you ensure that these things will never happen?"

Zhuge Xiangming's expression remained calm: "If he can stay like this, everyone will be happy. But if something force majeure happens in the future and we cannot save him... I hope that you can become the new His fire and inherit everything from him.”

The lead-gray box on the table slowly floated up and flew towards Yan Long.

Yan Long's face turned pale, and he waved his hand to open the box, but the old man's long sigh stopped him:

"You are almost 20 years old. You are an adult and your thoughts are more mature."

"Taking this dagger does not mean that you will definitely kill him in the future. It is just an insurance measure to prevent everything from getting worse. And this dagger is in your hand, no one can force you Whatever you do with it is up to you to make your own judgment. If you don't want to hurt him, can we still force you?"

"Perhaps until 30 years later, 50 years later, or 70 years later, Yan Muyun will still be the same Yan Muyun, and he will die peacefully surrounded by his descendants. And this dagger will always sleep in a dark corner. No one knows it exists."

"But if Yan Muyun changes in the next two years or three years and becomes someone you are no longer familiar with, wouldn't you be willing to watch him continue to live in this world? Rather than wait for him to do something irreversible He was nailed to the stone pillar of history as an executioner, why not let him die as a hero?"

"Think about it yourself."

After leaving the last sentence behind, Zhuge Xiangming said nothing. He just added a new cup of tea to himself, put it to his mouth and blew gently.

The room became very quiet, time seemed to stand still here, and everything fell into eternal silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Taki's hoarse voice sounded: "If he is at risk of losing control... why do you still force him to hunt alien species and force him to become stronger? Is it possible that he just wants to be an ordinary person? people......"

Zhuge Xiangming frowned slightly, and sighed after a long time: "I won't say anything like 'citizens are members of the country, and it is everyone's obligation to contribute to the country.' First of all, becoming stronger is what he His own wish, not what we forced him to do. Secondly, even if he wants to be an ordinary person, he has no chance."

"After he received the finger from the god, he had already stood under the spotlight of the stage called 'World'. The Holy Glory Order, the Original God Envoy, and countless forces, large and small, were trying to find out about him. , trying various methods to contact him. Rather, it is precisely because of the protection of the country that he was able to spend the past year in relative peace, isn't it? "

Yan Long opened his mouth, but found that he seemed unable to refute.

"In Yan Muyun's first class after he woke up, the college had already told him what this class would do in the future and the price he would have to bear. This was his own choice. Including Di Haotian, Yue Xiao, Lin Han Didn’t they, and even you yourself, agree to join the elite class because they wanted to do something within their capabilities? Including them currently performing tasks on the Ark, who didn’t risk their lives, and who didn’t make up their minds? ?”

"It is your own choice to take this path. All we can do is to do our best to support you within our capabilities and ensure your safety. Even this dagger is just what we want to do. A layer of insurance that may recover losses.”

Zhuge Xiangming sighed, closed the lead-gray box floating in mid-air, and handed it to the young man: "No matter what, just accept it first. If you think we are wrong, then never use it." ."

Blood fratricide, no matter how cleverly disguised it is, no matter how great and honorable it is, is an extremely cruel act in any cultural context in the world.

In the end, Zhuge Xiangming only gave the young man a choice, but did not order him to do anything.

Yan Long suddenly laughed, with a slightly cold chuckle:

"If I don't accept it, will you give it to my dad?"

The old man didn't speak, but his expression inevitably showed a little touch.

Yan Taki, who was staring at him, noticed this, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and showed a fierce look in his eyes: "I understand."

He reached out and grabbed the leaden box in the air: "What you said does make sense. I will practice using it... as an insurance policy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Tong turned around and left the office without looking back.

The door slammed shut, and silence fell into the room again.

The blue and white tea cup flew up smoothly and hovered near Zhuge Xiangming's mouth. He raised his head slightly and drank the tea in one gulp.

"Is this... really the right thing to do?" A quiet female voice suddenly sounded from behind the old man.

This is a middle-aged woman wearing casual clothes, with a good face, and a pair of red thin-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose. She didn't appear in the office out of thin air, she just deliberately concealed her presence so that Yan Long didn't notice her standing behind Zhuge Xiangming from the beginning.

The old man did not look back, but asked calmly: "Tell me what went wrong?"

The middle-aged woman opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end there was only a hint of sadness on her face.

Yes, in the final analysis, this is just an "insurance", a means to recover "losses" as much as possible... although it is not so glorious.

"Tell Bai Yongning, Yan Long agreed, let him start arranging the test site. Oh, yes, and Professor Chai Yi, let her supervise the whole test process as an observer. The effect of this dagger is too evil, we We must not let anything happen to that child.”

"good."