The huge steel python Siboya watched as Joshua threw the soul-infused steel fragments into the space-time portal, and it watched all this quietly, without any fluctuations in its emotions.

Every world is different, and every world will is also different, and some world wills like to interfere with the civilizations and races in their own bodies, and they will even take action to help those lovely, fragile, and mortals who are dying like dust to prosperity and prosperity.

And some of the world's wills are evil in torturing all things - they may not really want to do evil, in a way, they are just poking at their own bodies from time to time, destroying them from time to time, like children playing with ants, simple and terrifying.

There are the kind, the indifferent, the evil and the ruthless, and the will of the world, like intelligent life, has various categories.

And Siboya is more extraordinary - compared to the same kind of people who are extremely active and like to interfere in the world, it is not interested in everything, and the steel python floating in the void just wants to quietly watch the reincarnation of all beings and sleep quietly...... However, even such a simple wish cannot always be realized.

"O Descender from another world."

The Steel Python, which had not rested for thousands of years, stared at the formation that was slowly dissipating, and whispered to himself, "I hope you can guide everything back on track...... You're the only being in all these years willing to help me. ”

At the same time, Joshua's soul was sinking.

Passing through the mist-filled space-time portal to the mezzanine of the world and the void, the warrior felt himself falling, falling endlessly, the ever-changing curtain of time and space shaking at his side, and he felt a myriad of sounds and colors invading his senses.

This was the first time Joshua had crossed a barrier from an unfamiliar world, and usually, because of his familiarity with the world of Microf, he had always been able to cross this distance in an instant, but in the world of Sibeya, it took him a long time because of a wonderful energy barrier.

In the hazy streamer and wonderful energy, the soul of the warrior seemed to hear something'.

- Joshua, who do you intend to save when you call yourself a savior?

- You said that the people of the world do not need to be saved, they themselves will save themselves, so why do you call yourself a savior?

The voice is wonderful, as if it comes from the depths of the heart, as if it comes from the void, it evokes every trace of fragile logic in the human heart, and asks back and forth.

Joshua didn't think much about the origin of this question, maybe it was the deep doubts in the warrior's heart, or maybe it was the inner demon that had evolved to such an extent that his life form had evolved, and at this time, because of the separation of body and soul, these hidden doubts surfaced...... But none of this mattered, Joshua just calmly gave his own answer.

- Salvation is an act, and salvation is an attitude.

The idea of putting oneself above the whole world and condescending to save is arrogant and unrealistic...... But to help others not go to destruction, it really just takes hands, to do it, to start acting.

The so-called salvation of the world, for Joshua, is nothing more than doing something that should be done, just as a person with good thoughts will help pedestrians on the side of the road to show the way, and will pick up people who are about to fall and those who have fallen, the strength of a warrior has reached this point, so his good thoughts can do such a thing, and there is no need for any noble name at all.

He proclaimed himself a savior, just stating a fact, but all the while, Joshua was a warrior and only a warrior.

The ever-changing curtain of time and space is gone.

The blue-purple shards of steel fell from the highest sky in the world, it broke through the clouds, and fell into a diamond-shaped continent, and you could see that the continent was barren, only scattered green dots in every corner of the world, and in the center of the continent, there was a roaring steel creature one after another, and in the center of them, a towering spiral spire that seemed to be able to penetrate the clouds stood in the center of the world, and the top shimmered with a deep blue light.

Joshua is falling.

He has entered the world of Sibejah.

……

It was a tiny studio, less than forty square meters in addition to a bed covered in engine oil, and a rusty workbench took up nearly half of the room. Except for the workbench, the rest of the room was full of mountains of debris and parts, and the dark and cluttered room was filled with the smell of steel.

But at this time, the original strong smell of engine oil and rust was overshadowed by an even stronger smell.

Tick, tick.

On the workbench, a humanoid golem was placed in the center, it seemed to be damaged and waiting to be repaired, but just in front of it, a stiff humanoid fell on the table, one of his hands hanging down, and it was possible to see that there was a large wound on the side of the man's skull.

The liquid flowed out of it, piled up in the hollows of the workbench, and dripped down the ground.

It's the smell of blood.

A dirty, oil-stained diary was spread out, and the wind from the vent swept it open, turning page by page.

[Work Log, Day 2971: Repairs to three 'Breeding Zone' Suppressive Soul Golems.] Two were successfully repaired, one core drive was damaged, and a new soul core was requested from the 'Garden District'. 】

[Work Diary, Day 2972: The Soul Core has arrived, and the Soul Golem has been repaired with great difficulty, and it has been successfully repaired. 】

[Work log, day 2973: Pu promoted to a first-level maintenance personnel, transferred from the 'No. 1 maintenance area in the breeding area' to the 'No. 6 maintenance room in the garden area', the work room is confirmed, the workbench is unlocked, and a new day's work starts the next day. 】

[Work Log, Day 2974: What does it feel like to be hit by the puppet's leaked soul energy, the work is not completed, and the head is so strange...... Admin warning: I will be destroyed if I do not complete the task next time without applying. 】

[Wait, what is 'I'?] 】

Scattered smudges and graffiti overshadowed all the text, and it was impossible to see what had been written, and when it reappeared, it was a few pages later.

[Work Diary, Day 3002: I'm confused, what the hell is going on?] When I arrived in the garden area, my mind suddenly became clear, and I was able to comprehend the knowledge that had been disparate with each other...... I don't have any memory of what kind of life I lived before, and the people around me are like soul puppets, working at the same pace every day...... I used to be the same. 】

[Work Diary, Day 3003: Today is the first month of waking up, and I have completed the routine soul golem repair tasks, most of which are simple joint failures, and it will not take me more than three minutes...... But everything was so abnormal that the maintenance people like me didn't react to what I said, and the same did those walking in the hallway...... Can't they hear me? Journaling has become a habit, and I'll probably continue to write it down. 】

[Work Log, Day 3005: When I was trying to get out of the maintenance area, I was stopped by the soul golem, and in front of me was the garden area, I could see the children playing on the grass, they were happy, and the soul golem was taking care of them...... Maybe it's because I'm thinking too much, maybe it's just because I'm not qualified to move freely in the garden area, and I feel happy to see the children playing happily. 】

[Work Diary, Day 3012: Not True!] The children play exactly the same, like, like puppets...... I feel creepy, something must have gone wrong here, am I the only one who thinks so? 】

[Work log, day 3031, the second month of waking up, nothing has changed, everyone's habits are 'work', 'daze' and 'sleep', they can hear me, but they don't pay attention to what I say, a few days ago there was a new group of children in the garden area, they look more timid than before, afraid of the surroundings, but a little more real...... But after a few days, they all became the same as the children before, happy, but like puppets! 】

[Work Diary, Day 3047: If this continues, I'm afraid I'll be assimilated into a puppet again...... There have been a lot of damaged puppets in recent times, and there seem to be traces of various flames melting and freezing at low temperatures. It seems to have been through the battle. It's a hassle to fix, but it's just the right thing to get me out of this loneliness......]

【Work Log...... Fuck the day, what the hell is going on in this damn world? I can't even get out of this pit corridor! Those soul golems were in the doorway, with the furnace ray generators used to destroy the garbage, and I couldn't risk my life...... But I wish I could see something different, and I'm even starting to miss the days when I didn't have wisdom, at least I could work three thousand days in a row without any boring complaints! 】

The diarykeeper finally began to complain, and it could be seen that his anger was piling up, but he could not find an outlet for it, but in the end, he gradually calmed down and began to write a new diary.

[Work Diary, Day 3173: Although it is still hard to accept, why can other people endure such unchanging lonely days...... Maybe I'm wrong, and the part of my soul that manages irritability is out of balance, like those puppets with a broken soul core...... But I'm not going to fix this. In short, there are a lot of books in the maintenance room, probably used to inquire about the knowledge of repairing soul puppets, anyway, there is no way to vent, it is better to read more books. 】

This is followed by a short blank space, and the handwriting at the upper and lower ends is very different, as if it has been a long time.

[Work Diary, Day 3726: I'm probably a little crazy, and I'm going to keep coming back to write this damn journal, but what I saw today must be recorded...... The children in the garden area grew up, and the oldest ones probably met the standards of adulthood, and the soul golem took them all away and sent them to the medical district next door, but they never came out...... The reserve of the soul core has increased, oh my God, I don't know what I'm talking about, what am I doing? Who am I? 】

[Work Diary, Day 3739: The other day I stripped naked and poured cold water on my body, and my head started to heat up, which is what the book calls a cold...... The soul golems entered the studio and took me away, and for the first time I left the corridor of the pit area, they took me to the medical area, where there were the same expressionless people who diagnosed me, provided me with medication, injected injections, and I took the opportunity to look around...... While I was injecting the injection, another child was brought in by the soul golem, who led her to the rearmost operating room...... The puppet came out with two boxes in his hands, but the child did not. The puppet placed a box on the cabinet next to it, and I saw that the cabinets around me were filled with the same box, which read...... 'Super Unit'? Probably that's the word.

Back in the maintenance room, I found that there was another one more storage of soul cores. I probably understood, an unexpected peace of mind, I thought I was going crazy, but am I not crazy now? Ha ha. 】

[Work Diary, Day 4000: An integer, I'm starting to gradually come out of my decadence.] After all, I'm still alive, life is hope, no matter how lonely and boring, I'm better than the civilians in the breeding area, and the children who are sent to the operating room, my God, I actually began to have a sense of superiority because of this, after all, compared to the ignorant farmer and the harvested crops, a crazy maintenance worker will naturally feel superior, right? 】

[Work Log.] Day 4123: It's worth making a note today, because for the first time, more than 15 soul golems were sent for repair, which broke the record, and these stupid big ones were all traces of battle, all kinds of penetrating and broken wounds, and the soul core alone was damaged more than seven...... Someone is fighting these guys and can actually destroy these golems! This is simply the greatest incentive for me, although I don't know if these people will come, but I will wait, hope and wait, this is my credo to maintain my sanity in this endless solitude. 】

[Day 4779: The maintenance worker in the fifth maintenance room next door was taken away by the soul golem, his face wrinkled, his hands began to tremble, he was also sent to the medical area, the soul core was one more again, I stared at the patrolling soul golem for a long time - is there a soul I am familiar with hidden under the steel shell that I am familiar with?] 】

The handwriting of these words trembled, as if out of fear, as if out of anger, but more, I am afraid, at a loss, and the owner of the diary himself did not seem to know what he was supposed to do until the next time the diary appeared.

[On the 5000th day, another integer, I began to get used to loneliness, and I have learned to empty my head, just like those who are in a daze. Through a few puppet patrols, I have visited the small half of the garden area, and I have a rough idea of what kind of environment I am in.

The garden area is surrounded by a vast breeding area in the center, and new children are brought here every day, and I am in the very central part of the garden area, where all the badly damaged golems are sent here to be repaired or dismantled...... If the farming area is a farm for cultivating the wheat and bread we eat, then the garden area is a farm for cultivating the 'soul core'.

Who, then, are we wheat and bread?

At the very least, I believe that my wait is worthwhile, and that little by little I am unearthing the truth about the world we live in...... Although I can't wake up anyone else, such a record must be meaningful, we have words, we have books, we can make soul puppets, we can build huge breeding gardens, we can't be born puppets who only know how to work and sleep...... Someone made us what we are now, and I remember it. 】

After that, there was no more writing, and there was a long blank space in the diary, and the pages were tumbling, and the clean paper was flipping, until finally, on the last page of the journal, suddenly a huge number suddenly appeared.

【10,000 days】

[Twenty years. It's been twenty years since I woke up, and it's been so long that I've forgotten my journey, but thankfully I've found my diary and I've been able to revisit the past.

I'm getting old, and the wrinkles on my face are starting to appear, just like the number five maintenance worker at the beginning, my hands haven't started to shake yet, but they should be soon, although it's an illusion, but I always feel that those soul golems are staring at me, and it won't be long before they will send me to the medical room and turn me into a soul core.

My unawakened compatriots, I was at first surprised, terrified, and despised them. Later, despising them, despising them, I thought I was different, I could change something, but I found that I was no different from those fellow citizens, and I had to endure even more loneliness and pain than they did, and yet I had to live the same life. But so what? They were all the same as me, I had only gained self-consciousness by a lucky soul blast, nothing more, and I recorded these words just to prove my existence.

I pity them, just as I pity my fate, I think about it for twenty years, and the conclusion is that hope exists, I exist, I don't go crazy, it's just that I don't have a second twenty years to wait.

The battle from the outside world continues, and the puppets in need of repair are coming in a steady stream, and because of that, I still have hope. I know that the soul golems will one day come and take me away and turn me into a soul core, but I won't let them do that, they will never succeed.

I'd rather die with the hope of killing than endure a second of peaceful despair.

I chose to die, I should have chosen to do so, sweet death, to be freed from the cage of despair, the only freedom I had left in this prison called the Garden.

The maintenance worker is not in the repair of his own mind, this is the last day's work log. 】

Blood ticking.

The viscous blood began to coagulate, and the middle-aged man who had fallen on the workbench and began to age could be seen.

He has good facial features, a strong body, and the perennial maintenance work has made him healthy, the top of the man's head has begun to turn white, hair loss, he is wearing a gray maintenance uniform, the man's left hand is holding a welding torch, his right hand is hanging to the side, his fingers are slightly curled, and on the ground, a pen is in a pool of blood.

At the last moment of his life, the man shot himself through the head with a welding torch large enough to burn the fused gold.

This is what he chose, a free death.

At the same time, a purple light flashed, and it ignored all barriers and fell straight into the small maintenance room.

A dazzling silver light swept through everything around them, and the shards of steel began to choose their hosts, and a low humming sound rang out from every corner of the space, causing the soul golems of the entire garden area to look around and start walking in search of a target.

But then, the humming sound suddenly stopped, and the soul golem could not find its target, so it had to retreat to its original position...... But if anyone could perceive the spirit world, then he would have heard a low, clear loud noise, as if something had been set and was already in place—and in the next moment, an incomparable force swept through the entire garden area and even the breeding area, dimming all the light for a moment.

In the small maintenance room, everything seems to remain the same.

But suddenly, on the workbench, the damaged soul puppet's dim eyes flickered for a moment, and a silver light mixed with purple and blue ran through its body.

"Designation Snova-21 Reaper reactivated, core ready, unknown energy source injected...... The soul machine was successfully activated again. ”

An emotionless voice came from it, but the voice gradually changed until it became a deep male voice: "Find the body that best matches the original life form, start possession, start assimilation, start loading steel shards plug-in, start soul indoctrination......"

"The advent is over."