The world-devouring dragon

A complete fantasy creation.

The specific term for this technology is very complicated, and the Institute of Science and Technology generally calls it [Creation Authority]. But in the eyes of the outside world, its name is called [Universal Wishing Machine].

All dreams can be realized without any external energy. Create the world, distort life and death, subvert the rules of physics, make exports come true... all kinds of unimaginable wishes can be realized.

Its inferior technology can be called reality distortion, which distorts reality to achieve its goals; but the authority of creation is complete, there is no reason to explain, and whatever you think is true.

Therefore, it is [complete level], which means unlimited absolute fantasy.

Because of this, C-class technology has been labeled a "disaster with highly uncertain consequences" because even the Institute of Scientific Management does not know what will happen after the emergence of an uncontrolled C-class technology.

But fortunately, C-level technology is only C-level technology after all. Although the young people who escaped from jail by unexpected thinking accidentally captured it from the immeasurable sea of ​​information, they still had not had time to realize it. That young man had a flash of inspiration and was captured by the ■■■■■■ who monitors the entire universe at all times after the Planck time.

It is estimated that the young man himself did not understand why one second he was freeing his mind and thinking wildly, and the next second he was suddenly imprisoned directly in the disciplinary center.

Although it is quite miserable, the attitude of the Office of Science and Technology is to monitor and imprison people who have broken through the limits of their thinking and inspiration.

Since he was able to break through the limitations of his thinking once, who knows that there won't be a next time?

Just as the old people were breathing a sigh of relief because of the successful containment of C-class technology, a silent man said something abruptly.

"Judging from the frequency, the prison of the mind is being breached more and more times."

…

The atmosphere turned cold.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one spoke.

"Although the number of incidents has increased, our preparedness is still very successful. In the past seven years, there has not been a single incident of technological out-of-control incidents."

Still a man with a serious expression knocked on the table and said seriously.

However, the old man code-named F did not agree with the serious man's point of view.

He scoffed.

"Success? Defense? Containment? Wake up, Q, do you really believe it?"

"In the 140th year of the Federation Era, we did not have a single thought jailbreak. In the 142nd year of the Federation Era, the first unplanned mindbreak occurred. The H-class technology hyperdrive was discovered 1,000 years earlier than planned."

"After that, there was a mindbreak every few years, and a piece of technology was accidentally discovered. And 50 years ago, that number became thirty mindbreaks a year. What about today, 50 years later? "

F slapped the table angrily.

"Wake up! Everyone, stop hiding in the sand castle and pretending to be stupid. The mind prison will fail faster than we expected. We can't wait until the eight quadrillion years planned by the prototypes!"

"The prototypes say that we will usher in a full-scale explosion of technology in eight quadrillion years, and only then will we fall into euthanasia as planned."

"But how long is it now? It's only been 300 years, and the first C-class technology has successfully escaped from jail. If this continues, will we be able to wait for a peaceful death in eight quadrillion years?"

For some reason, F clenched his teeth, his eyes full of grief and anger.

"Everyone!"

F said loudly.

"The prototype deceived us! They are a group of liars! We can no longer follow the prototype's plan, we must save ourselves! I propose that we must abandon the prototype plan now and do it according to our own ideas."

F spoke impassionedly, with a passion that the old people did not have in him.

But in the face of F's words, the old people present were extremely indifferent. Some expressed surprise, some expressed regret, and so on, but they did not agree.

At the top of the round table, A still had his hands crossed, his handsome face as silent as a god.

Looking at F in front of him and the silent people around him, the expectation in his eyes gradually dimmed.

After a while, A put down his hands, stood up, leaned forward, looked at F almost like looking down, and spoke.

"F, let me confirm again, does that mean you want to openly resist the prototypes' decision?"

A's cold voice echoed throughout the conference room.

After listening to A's words, F raised his head, tried to straighten his body, and looked directly at A in front of him.

"Yes."

His voice was sonorous and powerful.

A didn't ask any more questions, just sat down slowly, then crossed his hands again and spoke.

"Then, let's enter the voting process now. Those who agree to execute F, please raise your hands."

With that said, A raised his hand.

"A agrees to the complete execution of F..."

A's voice sounded.

As if pressing some button, sparse voices sounded one by one, and hands were raised one by one.

"J agrees to a complete execution of F..."

"M agrees to carry out a complete execution of F..."

"U agree..."

F looked around and everyone raised their hands.

No matter how good their relationship with him was, at this moment, everyone chose to abandon their feelings and rely on rational choices.

25:1.

Everyone except F agreed that F should be executed.

Although F already knew the answer in his heart, he still sat down tiredly and leaned on the seat.

F was silent for a moment, then raised his hand.

"F... agrees to the complete execution of F."

26:0.

Passed unanimously.

…

After a complete execution, all cause and effect on the object will be erased, and it will never exist at all.

The 25 people looked at the vacant seats, and someone asked a question.

"Who was executed?"

An elegant and calm woman asked.

Looking at the empty seat, she knew that someone had been executed, but she didn't know who that person was, whether he was a man or a woman, and for what reason.

All information about that person is gone.

"Judging from the number, it's F."

An old man replied.

"Then let the reserve take over."

One person said.

As he spoke, a smiling adult appeared in the light.

"Hello fellow senators, nice to meet you..."

The polite man bowed slightly.

Seeing that the man was about to introduce himself, an elder raised his hand casually.

"Okay, hello, new member, but there is no need to be formal. From now on, you are one of us. Your code name is F. There is no need for a name here."

Hearing this, the smiling young man nodded.

Then, one of the senators flipped through the papers.

"However, there is not much to say next. The danger has been nipped in the cradle. The only problem is that there is another F-level alien incident."

"A game company connected to a different world and launched it as a virtual world. Although there is no danger currently and it is not a restricted event, the Federation still wants to ask for our opinion after discovering it."

Several elders looked at the document and discussed it in low voices.

"A world with gods and monsters? It doesn't seem to have any impact."

"Should we send an exploration army to raze it?"

"It's just a non-taboo world. Just think of it as an amusement park for young people. Why go into such a big fight."

"Just let the federation resolve this matter on its own. Just say that the Office of Science and Technology has no objection..."

In just a few words, the fate of a different world was sealed.

So, the meeting ended and the crowd left in a loose manner.

Just as the young man was smiling and trying to leave, A stopped him.

"F, wait a minute."

The young man... no, it should be F now. F looked at A suspiciously.

A, who was as handsome as a god, looked at F, nodded.

"Would you like to get acquainted with the Office of Science and Technology with me?"

…

In the extremely long, seemingly endless corridor, A followed F.

A's face was as silent as ever, but F always had a smile on his face, as if he could continue to smile like this no matter when or where he was.

"F, how does it feel to come to the Office of Science and Technology?"

A spoke.

His voice was low and majestic, with some inexplicable charm.

F thought for a moment, then smiled.

"Hmm... It feels different from what I imagined. It's quite ordinary. I originally thought it would be serious and advanced, haha."

F smiled and looked very relaxed and happy.

But A was not infected by this happiness, but said indifferently.

"The Office of Science and Technology is a place where secrets are kept. The most important things are all kinds of old things stored and kept. It is not a military center, so naturally it does not need to be so advanced."

After that, he fell into silence again.

The two of them were walking around, and slowly, A suddenly started talking to himself.

"F, you were also born before the federal calendar year 0, and experienced the world before the birth of the federal act. Those young people will not understand, but we all know...all the old people know how many times this world has gone through hard work and Reinvention.”

"We tell the young people that after the death of the old humanity, we emerged. The new humanity spent a hundred years pushing the Milky Way, and another two hundred years to conquer the universe, as if we were the children of destiny."

"But... there is no such thing as a son of destiny."

A showed a sarcastic smile, laughing at the young man's innocence and himself.

"In this world, it only took us a hundred years to bulldoze the Milky Way. But then, we had to face difficulties at that time. The monster is still there, still waiting for us... Ridiculous, prototypes They abandoned us here and promised us eight quadrillion years of time, but what happened? Only three hundred years, three hundred years..."

A's voice was low, but there was a bit of unwillingness in it.

A long, long time ago, a race was born. They tried very hard to survive and survive from a monster.

After countless efforts, they succeeded miraculously and defeated the monster.

So they began to reshape the universe, removing all the strange things, and finally even escaped from the story in some way.

Only...the remnants are left.

Every old man has his own archetype, and he was a god in the past. The old man was once them, and yet he was not them, just like a snake shedding its skin after it sheds its skin.

In this newly born new universe, they may only live for two or three hundred years on the surface, but in fact, they all have memories that span tens of millions of years.

This is why the old man is an old man. Under the appearance of being the same as a young man, his heart has long since decayed.

The so-called federal bill is essentially a bill to separate the prototypes from the remnants.

Before that act, the new humans were gods, gods who once miraculously defeated monsters.

But after that bill, the new humans used some method that even the old people couldn't understand to escape from the story... a story in which everything was destined to be swallowed up by monsters.

The archetypes as gods have left, but the relics as humans are still there.

But even with a common memory, God is still God, and people are still people. Humans can only try to survive these last eight quadrillion years according to the grand plan left by the gods.

This is the essential difference between the elderly and young people in the bill.

Don't look at it, it may only be a second apart, but the former is a person who once fell from the throne of God; while the latter is just a pure mortal.

However, in just three hundred years, the big plan fell into pieces...

what is going on?