Thousand Blades of Death

Vol 17 Chapter 177: System reconstruction

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After walking for several years in this desert, the blue-haired man was still in the desert. He could hardly imagine how big the desert was.

"Fortunately, there is plenty of light here, and it can be supplemented with low-level solar energy, barely keeping my program running."

The blue-haired man said to himself, there was no one here. He was so bored that he could only communicate with himself repeatedly, and the robot beside him was quiet except for occasional noise.

"Code 1433223, did you detect the spatiotemporal location here?"

"Ziz... The search failed and no matching objects were found in the remaining data. The raw data calculation is in progress and the progress is two hundredths of a billion..."

"Code 1433223, are there any other algorithms for space-time locus detection?"

"Ziz... In addition to the original algorithm, the other algorithm programs of this machine are in failure and cannot be repaired... At present, the calculation progress of the original data... is...9/100 billion..."

"What! How can the progress go backwards!"

"Ziz...because it is the original algorithm, it contains changes...Please be patient..."

This dialogue will be repeated every few days. The blue-haired man's face became more and more haggard. He suddenly stood still several times and could not go any further, but he still dragged the waste robot to move on.

For him, apart from the beginning of despair every day, there seems to be nothing left.

So, a hundred years have passed.

The robot is a bit rusty, the noise is getting more and more time, and the blue-haired man is getting impatient with this useless thing.

"Walking here for one hundred years! One hundred years! Almost a century, I am still in the desert! Is this a desert space? Or is there no other element in this world except the odd three carbons?"

The blue-haired man shouted into the white sky with a broken heart.

At any time, here will not usher in the night he is familiar with, and nothing will change.

Moreover, there are not even living creatures. The whole world, except for everything brought by men, seems to have only one kind of material, that is, desert soil.

"It's better, let me create it."

The blue-haired man had a whimsy on a boring day. The robot realized the special meaning in the man's words, and looked at him with red eyes.

"No matter what taboo he is! I'm the only one here. I can do whatever I want."

The man fell into a frenzy, and he wanted someone to respond to him and refute him, but there was no one in the air, why did he refute?

"Haha. OK, all votes passed, to start my creation plan, um... first of all I need to destroy the world and find the original fragments..."

While the man was talking nonsense, with a snap, the robot dropped by him let go of the robot arm and hit him on the back.

"what……"

The man screamed and knelt on the ground. He had been tortured by this abominable procedure for more than 100 years. This time, he interrupted himself at such a wonderful time.

He shouted angrily: "Why? Why should I bring you? I also hope you can bring some use, but in addition to hitting me, you hurt me, not even talking!"

The robot tilted his head, his eyes flashed red, and made a noisy noise. It will initially respond to men's inherent procedures, and now has lost this function.

At the next moment, the blue-haired man regained his composure, and his face became terrible.

Because of this beating procedure, he remembered his friend again, the friend who always opposed him to humiliate him, obviously grew up since he was a child, but disapproved of him more than anyone.

Because, is he the deepest friend of the blue-haired man?

On that day, before the day of destruction, his friend ran over to accuse his superficial ignorance, canceled the Nero project, and delayed the future of human survivors.

However, the blue-haired man who was the client didn't care, and he regretted it a bit, but he couldn't show his trace of weakness and incompetence to his friends, and threatened to drive him out.

At this moment, there was a bang, and the function of the spacecraft appeared a paralysis warning...

"That man, stunned me and stuffed it into the protective warehouse, but he didn't know where to go."

The blue-haired man recalled that this scene that appeared repeatedly in his dreams would always haunt himself.

"Hahahahaha..."

He laughed again. For a hundred years, he was tired of crying, and now he is used to making helpless laughs, this method is more likely to paralyze his desperate heart.

He lay on the desert, slowly closed the energy valve, stopped the absorption function, and all signs of life were passing away quickly.

Although shouting to rebuild a world, this created world will not make any sense.

One hundred years is enough to wipe out the hope of a person nearing despair. He does not want to do anything, except to wait for his own end.

In the tranquility, he heard someone calling his name, so arrogant, lifeless, and scornful tone, familiar and annoying. That's right, this is the voice of his only friend.

"It turns out that when a man is about to die, it will really show the illusion of a lifetime..."

"Ziz..."

A strange voice sounded in his brain, and the pain that the robot slapped on him was ignored.

"If I can do it again, I really hope I won't be so smart..."

"Ziz..."

Suddenly, the blue-haired man suddenly opened his eyes, and he looked at the guardian, code 1432223, who was close to him, revealing an incredible look.

From its mouth, he heard his name, and the tone of his friend's usual tone.

"Are you actually in this form?"

The blue-haired man was holding this piece of iron pimple, an emotion that transcended despair and hope in his chest. He thought at this point, whether it was life or death, lonely or lively, it didn't matter.

At the end, the candlelight of the man's life goes out, and there is no more creature in this space.

"Ziz..."

The robot tilted his head and looked at the man's body in front of him, his eyes flashing strange red light, and the red light became more and more intense.

"Re-build the system...startup confirmation."

With a bang, the body of code 1432233 exploded, and a strange energy wave penetrated the world.

The body of the blue-haired man disappeared, and was sent into the eternal infinite time and space by the robot, waiting for the person looking for him to come.

The program inside the robot, the hidden program, is rapidly changing the world, and with the will of the blue-haired boyfriend, it will open up opportunities for this confusion.

After hundreds of millions of years, the world has a "kingdom continent", and the blue-haired man is still asleep and has not been disturbed.

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