In the former Void Maelstrom, in the center of the current nebula, a world enveloped in infinite silver mist, a smaller, medium-sized world is developing calmly.

In the Xiboya World, in the southeastern agricultural regional base, the superpower 'chariot' held a long metal staff, and the gray-haired old man stood on the canal, staring at the large expanse of lush three-crop rice in front of him, and then nodded with satisfaction.

This year in the world of Siboya is another bumper year. With the restart of the world and the active intervention of the Steel Python, the development of the superpower civilization can be said to be smooth, even if it was the soul puppet that was originally regarded as a competitor, now it seems that it is indeed faithfully abiding by the agreement and developing together with them, without any dissent.

"A good harvest means food, and food means more children can be fed."

Touching the special metal staff in his hand, which was both a weapon and a reclamation tool, a sincere smile appeared on the wrinkled face of the chariot: "With a child, there is a future...... The next generation of our superpower civilization will definitely be able to truly get on the right track and completely inherit the legacy of the civilization of the previous era. ”

Population is the most important resource of a civilization, although it is not necessary for people to make any tools, and even there is an artificial intelligence system that does not require human intervention at all, but for the fields of research and development and creation, as well as the vast majority of civilizations that have not developed to that point, population is the most important resource.

The huge database left by Fatrolvi contains a complete database of the pre-Siberian civilization, and in the cycle that has been repeated for thousands of years, the technology of the soul puppet is also very advanced. If it weren't for the fact that the first generation of the super-powered civilization had little education at all, and the population was very small, they might have been able to build a complete small industrial system in their own generation.

However, even with all the unsatisfactory beginnings, the future is bright.

"Those soul puppets even restored some pre-apocalyptic livestock through some 'gene reduction cloning technology'...... Although in terms of taste and functionality, it is completely inferior to the edible special life left by the adult, but the speed of reproduction of those livestock is also much faster than that of those special life, and it can be used as a source of daily meat products. ”

After all, it is a life naturally born in this world, and of course it is more suitable than a special life from outside.

Thinking of this, the old man walked down the ditch, leaned down, and stroked the rice stalks one by one, and the chariot, a powerful superpower that was enough to tear steel by hand and move at supersonic speed, looked as careful as caressing the 'future'. He narrowed his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and whispered to himself: "Ten years ago, I would never have thought of ......"

At this time, the world of Xiboya was completely two worlds compared to when Fatroorvi was still alive more than ten years ago.

Under the special life transformation brought by Joshua, which can improve the climate, accelerate the cycle of order in the world, and restore the ecology, the entire Xiboya world has no longer reverted to its original barren appearance, and has begun to become lush, like a huge grassland-rainforest world. At both ends of the world, the soul puppet and the superhuman civilization each occupy a region for development, and although the cooperation between the two is not close, it can be regarded as a lack of superfluous scheming, and the two sides work together to build a bright future.

As the patriarch of the superhuman civilization, Chariot could have occupied a high position in the newly established government of Neosibeja, but because he considered himself too old and stubborn thinking could not lead everyone better, he refused the invitation. Many of the current high-level government members are members of the squad that the chariot used to lead, and in order to let the chariot have a place to relax, the government directly handed over a high-quality planting area in the southeast region to him, so that he can enjoy his favorite life.

The old man in the twilight should not be forced to stay in a high position forever, which may be some kind of lazy slackness, but it may also be a kind of wisdom.

Boom.

In the sky, thunder rang out.

Feeling the increasingly dull breath and the flashing thunder in the sky, the chariot woke up from his thoughts, he raised his head, looked at the sky, and said to himself in a strange way: "Why are you here again?" Didn't it rain once a few days ago? Are those weather manipulators mistaken, too much water will drown the crops......"

The thought of the possible damage made the tank a little untenable - he planned to go back to the planting base now and use the communication circle to ask what was going on.

But halfway through, the old man suddenly stopped, and his eyes became confused.

With the rolling thunder falling, the pouring rain, in the deafening thunder, in the silent silence, the chariot seemed to hear, heard something from far away...... and the call.

The Void Maelstrom did not appear by chance, but its unique space-time structure allowed it to gather the shards of steel that had been destroyed and scattered by all the worlds around it. Although it is said that most of the excess steel fragments have been absorbed by the Creation Vortex in the abyss, this does not affect the space-time structure here to continue to converge, absorb everything in the void, and condense here.

"It's ...... What does it feel like? ”

As if his legs were as weak as a normal old man, the chariot breathed heavily, and fell to his knees, his eyes were hazy, as if he was looking at something extremely far away, his hands tightly grasped the metal staff in his hand, barely supporting himself from falling.

The old man felt as if something was being born in the depths of his soul...... It is no one else, it is myself, a new self, a body that can get rid of this aging body, this twilight mentality, and return to the most prosperous and extreme moment of self.

He seemed to see visions—young, powerful, and obedient men shrouded in golden light. A man standing at the top of a spiral tower looking down on the world.

“…… Really, me? ”

The old man could not afford to resist, even from the deepest part of his soul. No one can reject their own thoughts, because it is just a thought, thinking is fleeting and chaotic, everyone may have fantasized about killing someone they hate, changing some of their shortcomings, and even some thoughts that they are extremely disgusted with will flash out of the depths of their hearts like ghosts, spreading in their minds without restraint, but those are just fantasies, as long as they are not fulfilled, they do not exist.

Ordinary people can't resist these fleeting thoughts, and naturally they can't resist the new self that is conceived and born from the depths of their hearts.

Who in the world of Sibeja has not fantasized about himself taking the place of the Most High on the throne, standing at the top of the spiral tower, looking down on the world?

The chariot fantasized that it was a thought that had flashed through him, and that thought was slowly spreading and getting bigger...... Then, using it as a starting point, it begins to spread.

"That's not right!"

But in a trance, I don't know whether it was a sense of crisis from the deepest part of the self, or a moment of clarity, the chariot suddenly clenched his fists, and he roared angrily: "I absolutely don't, don't become the second oppressor!" ”

"Even if it's death—just die in the fields, I absolutely don't want to become the second Fatlorvi!"

Struggling to get back to his feet, the chariot did his best to reach the agricultural base, and with the last of his strength, he opened the communication circle in his office, and then ...... Just like that, he fainted in front of the stage.

……

While unconscious, the tank felt like it had seen a lot.

He saw wild beasts fighting, wolves lurking in the jungle hunting long-horned deer, bears and tigers fighting for food in the icy jungle, ant colonies attacking everything he could see.

He saw the mighty beasts calling for wind and rain, crisscrossing the jungle, seeing the giant beasts floating between heaven and earth, like a suspended continent, and he saw that the ancient dragon of steel had created changes in the world with its own power, so that the ecology was restarted and all things were reincarnated.

He saw many, many, from tiny fungi to behemoths beyond the world, and he saw the one he had never been to, but somehow knew it was the darkness of the void, where the behemoths that prey on the world floated, and the mighty aetherdragons that hunted and preyed on the nebulae...... The powerful power, the vigorous vitality, the energetic everything, all flashed in the old man's thoughts.

- That's me.

- Free, eternal, free, free, unfettered...... Life.

A nameless expectation began to grow in the old man's heart...... He began to look forward to, and longed for, the day when he would be at ease, without any responsibility and without responsibility for anyone's future, with anticipation.

Become a ...... of Fatloorvi Become an oppressor...... It doesn't seem that hard to accept either...... As long as you are happy, then everything is indifferent.

- Life's desire for infinite eternity, its desire to do as it pleases and without restraint, is an instinct that can never be erased, it is the result of the biological nature itself, it is the condensation of many instincts such as survival, reproduction, eating, curiosity, etc., which is both the source of desire and the driving force of progress.

Although that's just the impetus for life.

"Wake up, Captain! Wake up! ”

And just when he was looking forward to this, he suddenly heard a crying call: "Wake up quickly...... Woo woo, please don't die......"

Slightly impatient, his eyes widened, and the 'chariot' looked at it from a line-like perspective.

It was a woman in white who seemed to have just come of age, and her face was still childish, she had a supple, long hair that exuded a gentle glow, this woman codenamed 'Iron Wall' was the girl who had been protected by the chariot and regarded her as her father in the chariot squad in the past, and at this time, it was she who woke up the chariot in a coma by transporting her own energy.

Originally, he regarded Tiebi as his daughter, always took care of each other gently, gave the best resources to each other, and looked forward to the other party's growth of a stronger chariot than himself, but at this time, he found that in his past heart, he was full of warmth for Tiebi like a father...... It's completely gone.

Because...... There is no need.

Super life is an individual that does not need offspring and does not need to reproduce. They can reproduce, but they don't have to, they can flock, but they don't have to, they can live forever by relying on themselves, and they can be free by themselves.

Therefore, super beings do not need companions, they do not need offspring, they do not need the existence of superfluous beings, they do not need help, they can achieve 'biological perfection', completely get rid of the desire to survive, eat and reproduce, and are an almost enlightened individual.

I...... You can be like that.

There was a wave of boredom in his somewhat sluggish thoughts, and he felt that everything that was happening around him was meaningless, whether it was the surprised cries of surprise from Tiebi and the other members of the team who had taken care of him when they woke up, or the confused muttering of the medical ability on the side, or the rather mechanical report of the soul puppet individuals who helped to recover, he felt that it was meaningless.

I can live well without you...... Don't come near me, and don't have any contact with me again!

I don't know if it's instinct, or if I really think so, Chariot really wants to angrily scold the group of people around him who don't know what to say, and let them get away, but now his body is hot, he can't use his strength, and he can't speak, so the old man can only let the iron wall hug him tightly, letting the wet tears drip on his back.

"Be careful, Miss Ironwall, Mr. Chariot may be suffering from a special disease...... His physical condition is very strange, with a sudden high fever, and there is a certain degree of alienation of his organs. Now that Mr. Chariot has woken up, I would like to ask you to leave for the sake of possible contagion. ”

On one side, the voice of the medical ability sounded, and there was vigilance in his tone, which was obviously a tone of caution with a hint of fear, but for some reason, a trace of relief flashed in the chariot's heart at this time.

"yes, stay away from me...... The farther the better...... I don't need anyone else to take care of ...... Don't come near me again......"

Is it instinctive, or is it really what is in mind? At this time, the chariot can no longer be analyzed, his reason and instinct are mixing, his thinking is beginning to be chaotic, there is no longer a hierarchical thinking, and it is becoming more and more simplistic - fulfilling his own desires is the first purpose of intelligent existence, and a kind of mutation is being produced in the chariot.

He passed out again, but this time, he did not completely lose his will, but was keenly aware of everything around him.

Several voices, both familiar and unfamiliar, were heard.

“…… Quarantine chariot, the situation on his body is very strange, we can't analyze what kind of disease it is...... And that's the biggest bad news. ”

"Yes, that's right, we can't treat it at all...... The people from the soul golem's side also came, and they said that they needed to dissect to know the truth more clearly - we knew that the chariot definitely didn't matter, it was not lethal after all, it was just a means of healing, but the superpowers would never allow the soul golem to dissect our compatriots again! ”

"But the superpowers in the chariot are getting stronger and stronger, and this is probably just an anomaly caused by the evolution of abilities."

"But what if it's a disease? Don't forget, our superpowers will also be greatly improved before they die...... Chariot him, he is old after all......"

"Actually, this should indeed be an infectious disease, it is known that several transcendent individuals who have been in contact with the chariot, that is, acquaintances of the original chariot team, also have bad symptoms of different sizes, to be honest, this is a big crisis, we can't find the pattern of infection at all, I solemnly recommend the implementation of the isolation policy, the current determined uninfected members and suspected infected members are separated, after determining that the latter is safe, and then consider the future."

These are all very normal and rational ideas and suggestions - in the face of infectious diseases of unknown causes, isolation is the simplest and most effective measure, not to mention that the capable people themselves are self-sustaining and do not need to rely too much on others to live well.

There is still an argument among the doctors, who are not medical professionals in the first place, but have received some medical education because they are biased towards treatment in terms of ability, so everyone has different opinions and cannot reach a consensus.

These are individuals who can't understand each other......

Obviously in a deep sleep, the chariot showed a hint of intriguing smile for some reason, and he vaguely seemed to have found the common ground between the capable person and his current self, that is, the former holds a small part of 'freedom' and 'do as he wants', and he is about to become the true embodiment of freedom and freewheeling.

Perhaps, they are right, this is a kind of evolution, the ultimate evolution of the transcendent, the capable, from the fragile and incomprehensible individual to the independent superlife, this is the truth.