Selling jars from Naruto

Chapter 895

"you again!"

The moment Albedo saw Bismarck, all the muscles in her body stiffened suddenly.

Gritting his teeth, he looked at Bismarck angrily.

But it didn't rush up like before.

She is already very aware of the huge gap between the two sides. It can be said that she is angry if she rushes up once, but it is completely stupid to ignore the gap and rush up again and again. Don't look at Albedo sometimes seeming like Shi Lezhi, it's just loyalty At play.

In fact, her intelligence value is not low.

For example at this moment.

She soon realized what it meant for Bismarck to be here at this time.

"This is the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick!" Albedo lowered her voice and looked at her with eyes full of unwillingness. "To you, are we completely weak like bugs? Watching me by my side?"

Albedo actually believed in the latter more.

Just when her mind had a drastic turn, the woman in front of her appeared.

It's as if, every move of oneself is actually under the eyes of the other party.

"If one day, you can reach our level, you will understand what is going on." Bismarck maintained her usual serious tone, "The whole world, as long as we want, we can appear in any moment by anyone's side."

"As expected of being recognized by Ainz-sama himself, an existence at the same level as the Supreme Being?" Albedo didn't question Bismarck's words.

After all, Ainzi Urgon had said when they met for the first time that this woman was at the same level as the Supreme Beings.

However, Bismarck shook his head.

"Now you should understand." She said slowly, "The impression you have of the supreme beings in your mouth is actually false. Some of their words, deeds and words are not what you used to think. Great, in fact, they are just some ordinary people, and even your life does not belong to their creation."

While saying these words, Bismarck raised his finger at the same time.

Albedo seemed to want to avoid it.

But it simply cannot be done.

All kinds of information flooded into her mind.

That was information about another world, about that game, the supreme beings she thought were just playing a game, and the souls they were born, the power they possessed through the world, all of this It's all a joke of the world.

So, for those "Supreme Supreme".

they abandoned.

Just playthings without a soul.

And Ainz Ooal Gown.

But it is just because of facing the false world and the false them that they stayed here, and they also got the opportunity.

Everything, all causes and effects, Bismarck completely entered into Albedo's mind.

Her figure took two steps back.

His face was pale.

Even the devil's will can't bear this reality for a while.

"So." She looked at Bismarck and said hoarsely, "We were actually created by a group of bugs?"

"No." Bismarck denied it very seriously, "It is this world that really created you, and those people only set up your character, restricted your will, and also restricted your soul."

The technology of those players' worlds has not reached the level of creating souls at all.

Albedo and the others before were really just a mass of soulless data.

until that change.

Therefore, their lives should be a gift from the world.

should not be considered the creation of those players.

Albedo already fully understood.

At this moment, she looks at her past and the rest of her "companions", and she has a strong sense of division and disobedience.

They have extremely high intelligence, but time and time again they elevate the supreme beings infinitely.

In terms of strength, in fact, those "players" are not even comparable to them, and the only thing that can have an advantage is the equipment.

"It's ridiculous." Albedo showed a somewhat poignant smile, "It's obvious that we are only some human beings, but they have instilled in us a character that despises human beings? Now, I think that my personality, memory, and appearance are all human beings. Created by tiny bugs, I can't control my nausea. Bugs? Ha ha."

With a last chuckle, it seemed that even the smile began to twist.

The members who were watching were silent.

If some sand sculpture netizens are watching this live broadcast, the bullet screen must be full of words like "good face" at this time.

But in fact.

All the members could understand Albedo's pain.

My personalities and emotions are all fake, that’s fine, the key is to create this kind of fake personality, and set them up to hate themselves, like being in a cage surrounded by a group of laughing weak people The more ferocious the lion is, the more it salivates, the more it regards them as prey, the happier and more joyful it is.

"I said that all your pain now is the nourishment for transformation." Bismarck looked at her, as if waiting for her to recover, and then continued, "It is very important for an artificial life to be able to break free from its own 'human design'. Rare, but each one, will have a wider potential, and that's what we look forward to, if you need help, we will provide help."

Bismarck's ultimate goal was to get Albedo to become a member.

She's got the badge already.

It has also been approved.

As long as the review officer agrees, she will immediately be eligible to buy jars.

"Then what about you, what do you need from me?" Albedo raised her head, as if she had turned into that glamorous succubus again, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth, "Don't say you are just purely kind, I But the devil, the devil doesn't believe in words like kindness."

She seemed to have calmed down completely.

On the surface, it appears to be the same as before.

But in fact.

The psychology has started to look completely different.

The soul that breaks away from the personality setting will become more resilient, which is why those artificial intelligences that have awakened their self-awareness can often become the protagonists of the entire world.

"What do you think you can do for us with your current strength?" Bismarck asked rhetorically.

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Even though Albedo felt humiliated, she couldn't admit that the other party was right.

In the opponent's hands, a full-level fighter like myself is like a bug that can be crushed to death at any time, and can even be played with wantonly.

In this case.

Even for Ainz-sama at this moment, the result would be similar.

The gap is really too big.

She was so old that she even doubted whether she was qualified to be a pawn.

(End of this chapter)