Save Tomorrow's Ark with Game System

Decades ago, a real estate businessman dramatically won the general election and reached the top of power in Colombia.

He did not win over the consortium like other candidates, did not accept financial support from the elite, and relied on his rich family to support all the canvassing activities during the candidate period.

In a speech with only the lower class and the middle class participating, the businessman shouted a slogan that was enough to be recorded in history:

“MCGA”

Make Colombia great again.

Facts have proved that Colombia is much stronger now than the slogan "MCGA" when it first came out, at least its economic strength is the best in Terra.

The gorgeous and elegant knight and the mage who lie deep in the tower were eventually defeated by the innovator who pioneered the way forward with his blood and sweat.

Standing in the center of any city in Colombia, you will find that there is no green around you, only busyness and tension.

The lower class and middle class valued by the businessman gradually became the pillars of this country, and the elites mastered fewer resources every year.

They can no longer regard the country as a plaything and the bottom as dust as they used to do. If these people do not work hard, their positions and their descendants will be replaced by others.

And it is very likely that the trash they had stepped on the soles of their feet were replaced.

Angels who are used to Eden will not like the world, but humans who have seen Eden will run desperately towards it.

In this environment full of competition, Colombia is like a bloody machine that uses human life as consumables, leading the way on the Terra Continent.

People or organizations often use this to criticize the Colombian government, but they don’t care at all, and their people don’t care at all.

As long as you can live better than before, what can you do if you become a consumable?

...Do you ask these have anything to do with my anger?

Of course there is.

Because no matter how fast or far this country runs, no matter how many times the bottom, middle class and elites are, they have nothing to do with one person.

Infected.

...

I have forgotten where I was born, but I clearly remember that standing there and looking up, I could see the skyscrapers standing on the mobile city-state.

The country's wealth is growing like a snowball, but people living in slums don't get a single bit of it, even a single snowflake.

Looking back, the sky was the bluest at that time.

But as the days passed, my age gradually grew, and the blue became dimmer.

It seemed as if someone painted the sky gray. It was light at first, so light that it couldn't be seen, but it deepened every day.

By the time I was seven years old, the gray was so thick that it dripped out of water.

It was only then that I remembered how long I could not even smile.

Just like what you saw at the beginning, your eyes were dull, your lips were pursed, and there was no emotion.

Just a dead person.

In order to survive, I lost almost everything I could lose, and I squirmed in humiliation and pain every day like a bug.

The only relief is that while I lose my smile, I also lose my sensitivity to disaster.

For me, who is seven years old, the malice in this world can be ignored like tickling.

……yes.

Just because I am young and a woman, I am the lowest-level existence in the slums.

Only then will you have this "special ability".

My two playmates of the same age were not so lucky. One was sold to someone else by her mother and it became cold the next day; the other was too naive and always thought that they would pass, and finally drowned 'accidentally'

It's right.

She was right, it was indeed over.

...Do you think this kind of thinking is too mature for a seven-year-old girl? Like a story?

Because in that environment, all immature people died.

Just like my second playmate.

What a pity, if she could hold on for a few more months, she might be able to really break free from hell.

Because at that time, a group of people came to the slums.

It is Rhine life.

The healthy child was taken to the orphanage by this team, and I was among them.

When I saw the food, furniture and the kindness of people around me that had never appeared in my knowledge, I instinctively thought they wanted something in me.

But I didn't give up enjoying these things.

For a seven-year-old child who grew up in despair, everything full of color and warmth in front of him is so comfortable that he wants to rub them into his body and never separate again.

Rhine's life doesn't need to do anything more, and when they pick me up from hell, I belong to them.

Everything, forever.

...

“…I will never forget where I was born.”

In the dim light, Ye Owl sat on the sofa and whispered her past.

Valentine sat opposite, holding her cheeks with her hands, and her expression was serious.

The two people who were originally shouting for a fight and killing suddenly calmed down and held a story meeting, and the atmosphere was a bit warm.

But the story told by Ye Xiao does not match the atmosphere at all.

"Not only that, I will remember that time more firmly. Even if it has been printed on the cerebral cortex, I will make it carve deeper."

The girl stared at the man in front of her with sharp eyes.

"Only in this way can I draw more from my memories after that and from my current life..."

“Pleasant.”

At this moment, Ye Xiao still recovered his emotional state.

The way she gritted her teeth and said this sentence made Valentine understand that the bird was not washed away by Rhine's life, but she pressed these things hard in her heart and became Jean in a nearly self-abuse way.

Rhine's "dead soldier" proud of life.

Moreover, she was voluntarily.

This made Valentine look at him with admiration.

"And in my eyes, your so-called recovery of emotions, is a kind of pity."

"It is the lowest and noble man's compassion for the so-called lower class people living in suffering in his eyes."

The bird's ear feathers stood up again, and Valentine could clearly feel a powerful aura pressing on her heart.

Fortunately, he was able to withstand it.

"Do you think that after I recovered my feelings, I could realize how inhumane Rhine's life was to my experiments, and would abandon it and look for the normal life you think I should look for?"

She leaned forward on the table with her hands, looked like a predator eagle.

“*Colombian swear words*!”

Ye Xiao simply and neatly derogated Valentine's "good intention" to nothing.

Valentine could only sigh back.

To be honest, he used it as an attack method to restore emotions. After all, after the real Sanwu suddenly recovers the seven emotions and six desires, he will definitely fall into chaos for a certain period of time, which is very useful for battle.

Of course, Valentine's selfishness is also mixed in this.

Ye Xiao said it was really good, he really thought so.

after all……

In the eyes of normal people, is your life the best?

Who would be willing to become a sentimental killing machine and be driven at will?

As a result, Ye Xiao's non-standard answer popped up...

Valentine suddenly remembered a sentence I saw on a forum in his previous life.

"Put down the helping plot and respect the fate of others."

This is the best summary of the current situation.

Thinking of this, Valentine raised her head, looked at the broken floor-to-ceiling windows and tickled.

Sure enough, I was still unwilling to give up.

For Ye Owl who grew up in a slum, living like this is her favorite now, and her normal life is disgusted by her.

If she had a normal childhood, she wouldn't have been like this, right?

if……

Everyone has grown up normally, so no one will like a life full of suffering, right?

But what to do...

Only by satisfying this?

A violent flow of energy bloomed on his body, and then suddenly shrank into a fist-sized sphere, absorbing everything around him like a black hole, twisting and destroying Valentine's body.

The man lowered his head and once again placed his eyes on Ye Owl's face.

That beautiful face turned into what it was like at the beginning, covered with a layer of frost and had no feelings.

Valentine sighed softly again.

I don’t know if it’s because of Ye Xiao or myself.