Regenerate into soil, master life and death at the beginning

"Ed, why are you here?" She stepped forward and asked.

Edmund Webster looked at her, and couldn't help but snark: "Should I say this, Vivienne, why did you appear here?"

Looking at this woman who has been entangled with him for more than ten years since she was seventeen or eighteen years old, but has always been one step behind, now she turned around and turned into...

Thinking of this, he became so angry that he cursed subconsciously, "Mom, Faker".

As soon as he said this, the expression of the woman on the opposite side suddenly changed, and Edmund Webster's heart was suddenly aroused, and he got up and approached her: "Is this what you planned from the beginning? As far as the springboard you have chosen..."

Seeing him approaching aggressively step by step, the woman backed up while shaking her head to defend herself: "Ed, listen to my explanation, I am definitely not as scheming as you think, this is all a misunderstanding...ah..."

……

The scene changed again.

Edmund Webster seemed to have just woken up from sleep, and he found himself lying on a soft bed with a thin velvet quilt covering his body.

What moved him even more was that under this thin quilt, his chest was in contact with another smooth and graceful body, and they were tightly attached to each other.He felt warm and even breath hitting his chest.

But he had no time to appreciate such a wonderful aftertaste. At this moment, his heart suddenly tightened violently.

He looked at the bedroom door in horror, the handle that was turning slightly.

The door was quietly pushed open from the outside.

A pair of eyes looked at him calmly, without the slightest ups and downs. For the first time, Edmund Webster wanted to see anger or coldness in his eyes. This calmness as if nothing had happened made his heart move quickly. sink.

……

The scene changes.

The location became a study.

Still those calm eyes.

Edmund Webster stood in front of him with his hands tied, and said in a low voice, "Farja."

Opposite him, a man with a calm demeanor and a sense of majesty pushed a document in front of him, and calmly said: "Sign it."

Edmund Webster only glanced at the contents of the document before turning pale with horror, "Father, do you want me to die in another world?"

But the man said: "I'm talking to you about something serious, please don't put family matters into it."

Edmund Webster still refused to give in, "But I know, aren't all the cannon fodder selected from the bottom who really enter the other world? You asked me to act with them!"

The man said: "How can it be done if it's all cannon fodder? The Senate has made it clear that every family must arrange at least one direct blood relative to go to the front line."

Having said that, the man stood up, put his hand on Edmund Webster's shoulder, and said, "And you, Edmund Webster, my son, you will shoulder the responsibility of our Webster family." The Millennium Glory, undertake this glorious mission.”

Edmund Webster pursed his lips tightly, and then said, "Can I refuse?"

The man said: "No, as the heir of the Webster family, you have enjoyed everything, and when it comes time to change your responsibilities, you will also be obliged to do so!"

Edmund Webster stepped forward in silence and signed his name on the document.

Seeing him like this, the man who had always been calm finally had a smile on his face, and he comforted him: "Don't worry, my son, for your safety, the Senate is working together and actively working together to apply from above. The most advanced soul technology is here, so just relax."

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and read books recently, change sources and switch, read aloud with many timbres, . 】

……

The scene changes.

Edmund Webster was wearing a surgical gown, lying on a hospital bed, with a feeling of coldness on his wrists and ankles, his face showed doubts, didn't he say it was just a small reconstruction operation? ?

How to imprison his hands and feet?

He faintly felt something was wrong and wanted to struggle. Vivienne, who was dressed in a nurse's attire, stood in front of him and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it will be fine soon."

Edmund Webster felt a little dazed, why did Vivian appear here?

Is she working here?When did she change this job?

Or did he lose consciousness and mistook the other female nurses for her?

How is Vivienne now?Is she okay?

With these thoughts in mind, Edmund Webster felt himself being pushed into a huge mechanical cavity.

Darkness struck, and his consciousness fell asleep.

……

The scene changes.

When he woke up again, he found that he had turned into a baby still in the womb.

One day, with a whirl of heaven and earth, he was lifted up high by an ugly man wrapped in animal skins and exuding an indescribable fishy smell.

In the end, he was sent to a skinny old man, whom people respectfully called "the old wizard".

The skinny old wizard stretched out his withered fingers and dipped some unknown dipping sauce on his forehead, muttering words as if he was blessing something.

Finally, the old wizard said to the two tribal folks who were new fathers and new mothers: "Gesangda, this baby will be called Gesangda from now on. He will grow up healthy and healthy, and he will become our Gesa The pride of the tribe!"

……

The scene changes.

When little Gesangda grew up to three years old, the new body and soul finally reached mutual adaptation.

His consciousness can finally enter that thinking city.

Looking at the virtual screen in front of him, he seemed to understand what to do without anyone teaching him.

He clicked on [Character Settings] and entered information for the first time.

I, Gesanda, I want to eat and sleep seriously, and I want to grow up healthy.

I, Gesanda, I want to make the Gesa tribe proud of me. 】

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After that, there were several scene changes. Gesanda was getting older and older. After perfectly completing one plan after another formulated by Edmund Webster, the original Gesa tribe could only be regarded as mediocre. , even with middle-to-lower aptitude, he grew up little by little, and gradually became the best one among his peers.

Of course, only Jiang Gan and the dark nightmare witch know this. In the eyes of everyone in the Gesa tribe, Gesangda has been smart and precocious since he was a child. It's just too late for a genius to wake up.

But what Jiang Gan "sees" is that as Edmund Webster continues to devote his heart and energy to the role setting of "Gesanda", his self is a little bit dull. change.

His clear self is like a lifelike wax figure gradually becoming blurred under the continuous and slow heat.

And the "character" Gesanda who was carefully set by him is like his "self-reinvention".

To be more precise, it was the kind of self he idealized and wanted to be.

Every plan he carefully designed in the document, Gessanda perfectly realized it, and grew into a better version of himself.

And he, this blond overalls man who has gradually lost himself, seems to be playing a small game of character development.

It's just that, as this character is gradually developed, his self is blunted in the model lake, and in some form he "transfers" to this "character" who has devoted a lot of effort and time to him.

Use a simple and vivid metaphor.

Edmund Webster is a big guy, his attributes have been finalized in all aspects, and there is very little room for growth;

Gesangda is a freshman trumpet, everything about him is unknown, everything is to be determined, and there is more room for improvement.

Now, Edmund Webster's father, as well as the Senate and even the forces that provide "the most advanced soul technology", through ingenious arrangements, allow each tuba to personally train each trumpet.

Tuba has growth experience and failure lessons, and there is also a "better self" template living there in his heart. There is no doubt that the performance of the trumpet trained in this way will outperform the tuba in all aspects.

As for the day when the trumpet is completely refined, what will happen to the tuba?

Jiang Gan guessed based on the huge cabinet and long-sleeping thinking body he saw at the most essential level, it should be "turned into spring mud to protect flowers" in the end.

After all, based on what he learned about the nature of this force, he would never bear to see the tuba die or be abandoned like this - how wasteful would that be?

And the day of great success, Jiang Gan reckons, is the day of "life autonomy" that the tuba in front of him is thinking about.

This is also the only and only strong thought left in his heart, to restore his free body as soon as possible, and to gain the autonomy of life as soon as possible.

"To a certain extent, this seems to be true. ... We don't need you anymore, isn't it also 'delivering talents to society'?

The role of the tuba has been exhausted, and it is no longer needed. Even if you don’t want to live independently, you can’t do it. Is it necessary to let the Senate’s tuba and trumpet be raised together, and give them two wages?That is the descendant of the street lamp sleepers, what a beautiful idea! "

"Perhaps, for the Senate, the trumpet is more perfect than the large one.

Compared with those trumpets who were sent to the front line as cannon fodder for various reasons, the trumpets that grew up completely under the trusteeship of the program were obviously more reliable, more trustworthy and trustworthy. "

Thinking about it this way, Gesangda had already turned into a little witch cultivator during the grand ceremony, and was taken to the Zuding Mountain Range to study.

The timeline is getting closer and closer to reality.

In the process, Jiang Qian also discovered that this "role" carefully designed by Edmund Webster is not really perfect. This kind of civilization sees ignorance, and wisdom sees the superiority and arrogance of barbarism.

Although his external behavior pattern does not reflect this, he even appears to be very gregarious, and he can quickly become friends with any kind of peers.

But in the eyes of those who really understand the world, they can still detect the superior mentality hidden behind the performance.

"It seems that the trumpet is not really perfect, and the limitations of the large trumpet will still be inherited by the trumpet, so the so-called vision and experience are not a limitation in themselves?

The perfection of the small size is only relative to the large size. "

……

Another scene change.

A pterosaur beast with a strange shape flew across the sky.

At first, the little witch cultivators were curious about it, but after a long time in the Zuding Mountain Range, they got used to it and didn't think it was strange.

Gessanda, like the other companions, would look away at random glances.

And his behavior triggered the priority determination, and the tuba was forced to go online. In shock, apprehension, and surprise, the forced priority determination did not disappear until the task prompt had completed the complete entry of the beast's form.

But after this incident, the tuba became extremely disturbed, and his response was to operate the characters more frequently and meticulously. It seemed that not being so was not enough to express his concern about this matter.

But Jiang Gan felt that this was a stupid trick among stupid tricks, which would only make this "Gesangda"'s behavior style more and more serious, and in the eyes of interested people, it would feel more deliberate and blunt.

To Edmund Webster, though, that didn't seem to matter that much.

Finally, the time came to today.

After Gesanda and his classmates happily finished a delicious lunch, they returned to the room alone for a lunch break to prepare for the afternoon training confrontation.

When Gesanda closed his eyes and went to sleep, "Tuba" woke up from the thinking city, and after setting the tone for Gesanda's performance in the afternoon training and even the fighting style, he loaded the role.