Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 830 The past is no more

Osmandis restrained his thoughts, but Chen Yan still heard part of it.

"Fate told me to take good care of them."

Osmandis was sure that the care he was talking about was not the care he understood.

Things seemed to get out of hand and maybe it was time for him to leave.

He weighed it in his heart, but he was afraid that He would hear it, so he didn't dare to think too much.

And then, to his surprise, he didn't want to go back to the boat immediately, but said to the two of them:
"I still have important things to do, you go home first."

Listening to the meaning between the lines, he has actually recognized his human identity as Chen Yan.

Osmandis didn't speak, and Swarm was at a loss, and the two just watched his back disappear into the crowd.

Osmandis said to the dazed Swarm:

"Let's go back to the boat first."

……

……

He walked into the busy city, was caught in the crowd coming and going, like a leaf of duckweed drifting with the crowd, feeling a little overwhelmed in his heart——

This feeling of being overwhelmed does not belong to the original him, but comes from the memory of the original owner of this body.

He is very curious about such emotions, because this is an experience he has never experienced since he became conscious—he has never used the body of carbon-based life other than himself, and individuals at higher life positions will not tolerate their own life downgrading of levels.

It is fate that has contributed to his current degradation.

He comforted himself that everything was arranged by fate, and I just accepted the arrangement of fate.

Another thing he thought of was:
If an individual possesses most of another individual's memories and emotions, and is more aware of some important nodes in his life than himself, is this awareness the original awareness, or has it become this person?

He thought it was close to the latter, but not quite—

He recognizes his identity as "Chen Yan", but he doesn't think he needs to form a new world view according to Chen Yan's memory, and then live in human society according to this world view.

He saw Chen Yan's memories of the past few years, and the memories of the past were already very blurred. He couldn't see clearly, and he didn't want to look at them, because it was unnecessary, and he was not interested in those memories at all.

What interests him is that according to some information in Chen Yan's memory, an existence like him is defined as an "evil god", and "evil god" is defined as a "villain" by most people in the Sunshine Age.

Some other information called "values" in Chen Yan's memory negates this definition.

He raised the corners of his mouth, using Chen Yan's values ​​and tone, and murmured to himself:
"Everything the villain does is bad. The villain must do these bad things. The villain must destroy the world. Does the villain have to be a perverted devil without humanity?"

"You have to kill and set fire to be a villain, but you can't be a villain if you snatch a child's lollipop?"

He seemed very interested in this kind of game, so he continued to use Chen Yan's thoughts, emotions and values ​​to continue asking and answering himself:
"Individuals cannot be defined by pure 'good or bad'. Diode thinking is too simple and stupid. If properly guided, the evil god who is defined as the villain may not always do bad things."

He seems to be addicted to this game of "invoking Chen Yan's memory and values" to judge things. Regardless of the differences in the eyes of pedestrians around him, he continues to use the cognition, values ​​and worldview in Chen Yan's memory. Self-questioned:

"The development of things is a process of negation of negation, and any creature with subjective will cannot always carry out life activities according to the same standard.

The so-called righteous gods representing all the good things in the world will one day become evil gods defined by some people, just like the current Holy Light, who no longer knows what they have become. "

"At the moment, what I do can't be defined by the evil god's standard at all - I help the females of this era to reproduce stronger offspring, these offspring can not only protect these females through kinship, but also become excellent labor force ——

With the excellent labor force blessed by the profound, they will have higher intelligence and stronger bodies than ordinary humans, which means that after they put into social productive labor, they will make greater contributions to society than ordinary people.

Secondly, for the current human society that is undergoing rapid development, the labor force and population itself are the biggest dividends of the times, so my behavior of reproducing offspring is essentially an behavior that benefits society.

Taking a step back, even if the profound blessings will not take effect in the Sunshine Age, one day the doomsday will come again. At that time, the human beings who possess the genetic material of the profound blessings will be more adaptable to the world...they will continue to protect the world. It is an invaluable asset to live a life, to continue it and to find a chance of salvation. "

When deduced here with Chen Yan's worldview and values, he suddenly discovered that from Chen Yan's point of view, he could not be defined as an evil god at all, but would be defined as a "strategic reserve resource".

Really interesting.

He felt a trace of regret in his heart, because he knew that in this new era, which was completely different from the end of the deep sea, there must be very few people who could understand him, and even fewer people who could accept him.

Chen Yan is one of them.

But Chen Yan was gone.

This trace of regret quickly disappeared.

This is not the emotion He should have.

He knew that he had been subtly influenced by Chen Yan's values.

He looked at the crowd with dim eyes.

He has been standing on this road for a long time, but he has never encountered a human being with the gift of the deep, which means that there are no survivors among the group of believers that He sent to the remote sea to find opportunities for survival.

Although he was psychologically prepared for such a result, he still felt a strong sense of loss.

He knew that these losses came from Chen Yan's memory—from the subtle influence of the values ​​and emotions in Chen Yan's memory on him.

How could the gods have such a richness of human emotions?

He can no longer be considered a god.

He has been reduced to man.

He shook his head to shake these negative emotions out of his mind, and then came to the bench used to rest on the side of the street, sat down in front of a dancing holographic single girl, and put his hand on the bench .

The next moment, a precise synaesthesia tens of millions of times stronger than Chen Yan's was produced.

Synaesthesia infiltrated the entire mechanical hive through the bench, diffused from the mechanical hive to the sea area, and diffused from the sea area to the places in the world that he had been to - those places were vaguely in his deep memory, without direction, Only coordinates.

The synaesthesia as precise as a silk thread spread from his consciousness, and the next moment, the scene in front of him suddenly changed:
In a quiet trench below 3000 meters, an ancient ship that will never be discovered is sunk. This place was once the territory of a powerful ethnic group. The source of the ancient ship is no longer available. something that exists.

He entered the building by stepping on the side of the ship, walked through each cabin, and saw a small pile of unknown substances in the cabin under the dim light of the light source above the head of the anglerfish that can be seen everywhere.

It was the remains of a wandering soul, which had been quietly lying in the sunken ship on the seabed for countless years.

He was once invited to visit this ship, knelt down and bowed to the other party's strength, and exchanged his allegiance for the temporary use of a small seabed pasture around the territory of this powerful ethnic group.

He touched the bones of wandering souls, and the scene of the perishing of the ethnic group emerged in front of him. It was so powerful that it would inevitably die in the civil war.

Synaesthesia brought him to the second coordinate:
This is an extinct volcano on the seabed. After a long time, the extinct volcano has been covered by dense corals. It is not too deep here, so the scattered light of the sun makes it have a vision. The purgatory in the darkness of the year now looks like It actually looks like the kingdom of some powerful god.

He came to a location where a dense coral reef was, passed through the reef, and entered the covered entrance beneath the reef.

Inside the entrance is hidden a wandering soul force that returned to the ancestors in the deep sea age. They call themselves [Fire Butterfly], and they want to use their awakened memories to restore the era of sunshine and let the deep sea age have flames again.

They once asked him to cooperate, and were ridiculed by his ruthless ridicule. He told them that the destiny of all life in the deep sea age is just to survive, not to waste food and energy on such completely hopeless things.

And now, after a long time, they are gone.

He touched the objects they were experimenting with, and the synesthesia allowed him to know what happened next:
After He ruthlessly rejected them, they did not give up their experiments. They tried to create flames adapted to seawater to illuminate the darkness of the seabed, but every experiment failed.

After countless failures, they discovered another thing: Although the fire in the water they created could not bring light to the bottom of the sea for a long time, it could powerfully remove pollution sources on the bottom of the sea—the fire in the water could burn all kinds of filth, A hybrid pollution source of viruses and potent bacteria!
In the countless years that followed, they grew stronger, removed many sources of pollution, awakened and developed more technologies, and they allowed the wandering souls to gradually get rid of the dangers of the seabed, until one day, a ray of light shone through the clouds that had accumulated for countless years ...

He looked at the shocking light and realized something in his heart.

All of this is the fate arranged by the world for every wandering soul.

……

He continued to use synaesthesia to travel to many locations. Some of those places have surfaced due to the geological changes of the continental shelf over the long years, and some have become fishing grounds full of vitality due to the development of human activities in the Sunshine Age, and most of them are still the same. The past that He was familiar with in the past was as silent as if it would not change after countless years.

The place He used to be familiar with has changed its appearance.

The existence that He once knew has been shattered into elements, and has been cycled in this world for countless times, and has become so many different things.

The past that he knew, the past that he existed, is completely gone.

He hates this feeling. He knows that this feeling is called "sadness", and he also knows that this feeling was given to him by the original owner of this body.

He ended his synaesthesia, returned to the mechanical hive, watched the dense crowd of people coming and going, and overcame the panic caused by Chen Yan's memory.

He looked up at the neon lights of various colors filling the entire street, stared at the hologram girl dancing on the eaves of the beehive house, and recalled the believers who knelt before Him for the last time.

A huge sense of loneliness surrounded him, which also came from the emotion and cognition in Chen Yan's memory, but he didn't notice it this time, because the feeling of loneliness was too strong.

His pupils received the flickering red lights, as if he had returned to the ordinary afternoon of [Desolation Moon] countless years ago, the strongest wandering souls among the believers knelt before him, begging him to bless them, so that Let them go to more distant seas to find food for the survival of the group.

He hesitated when confronted with their petitions.

After the arrival of the [Desolate Moon], a black storm blew up on the bottom of the sea, and the last bit of moonlight thrown into the sea from above the sea surface disappeared. The pollution sources and the former dead in the black storm ravaged the bottom of the sea.

His believers—the wandering souls in the group are dying every day. The seabed, which is already extremely short of food, has become a field of Shura, and the wandering souls all over the seabed are fighting for food. ,Even……

If it weren't for His existence to provide faith for the group, the wandering souls in the group would have perished due to self-devouring.

Fate allowed him to be born from the wandering souls within the group, and fate made him feed back faith to maintain the life of the group.

In the early years, when He was just born from the prayers of the believers, by chance, He learned one thing from the remains of a wandering soul from a distant age:

The mutual devouring of wandering souls of the same ethnic group will lead to the ravages of a strange virus. The virus is not only a poison that harms people, but also a curse of the world to those who trespass their lives——

Once the self-devotion of the group occurs, this curse will appear, and it will spread silently between the groups through the sea water.

The spirit of the cursed wandering soul will become extremely excited, unable to move freely in the sea due to the loss of body coordination, itching and blistering all over the body, tortured by the curse until paralyzed, and finally ushered in irreversible death.

When he gradually stabilized his self-awareness, he was surprised to find that the wandering souls were not afraid of the curse.

On the bottom of the sea, there are many things more terrifying than curses, and in [Desolate Moon], hunger is one of the scariest.

Or maybe there is no "one".

In the boundless dark waters, food has always been the most scarce thing, and fights between ethnic groups for food happen every day. After the [Desolate Moon] came, the increasingly severe food crisis made him fight again and again They were torn apart by the gods of other ethnic groups in the conflict, and they were reborn in the beliefs of their own ethnic group.

I don't know how long the day-to-day battle will last, and the purpose of the battle is undoubtedly because of food.

A strong group can have a hunting ground on the seabed that is not polluted or even far away from pollution sources;
A group that is neither strong nor weak and barely protects itself can have a cave wall on the rock wall of a submarine volcano that can breed black sea urchins, but may face danger at any time;
Weak groups can only leave the territory at the risk of being polluted and turned into monsters, to hunt those marine creatures hidden in the dark, whether they are polluted or not.

(End of this chapter)