Original God, looking for the heart

Mo Bei felt that the days seemed to have passed for a long time, especially when he realized that there was no one around him to accompany him, the feeling of emptiness would always be infinitely magnified.

He lay in front of the window and looked down at the scholars coming and going in the Imperial Academy, wondering if he could also attend a class. He himself is still somewhat interested in elemental reactions: "Maybe we can get some "souvenirs" before Ah San comes back. "

Just as he was thinking this, he felt a stinging pain in his eyebrows. "Buzz--" A sharp roar came from nowhere, shaking Mo Bei's consciousness.

It was the steady voice of an adult man: "Come here. Come here."

Dizzy, uncomfortable... In a daze, Mo Bei turned around and answered mechanically: "As ordered..."

Open the door and follow the male voice through the corridors. Going against the flow of people, Mo Bei's steps were unwavering. Voice, command, find it, obey...it seems to be another "instinct".

Instinct does not need to be supported by consciousness. In a blur he came to a door.

This is where the sound comes from.

After walking in, the uneasy smell of potion hit his face, causing Mo Bei to frown. He sniffed. No matter how stimulating the potion was, it could not cover up the smell of blood. The reaction of the two made Mo Bei's body feel hairy.

Going deeper, the walls and floor are covered with precision instruments. Some files are placed on the desktop, not very neatly. After a cursory glance, the circles between the lines were scrawled and frantic. It seemed that the experimenters were... arrogant after getting some kind of key data.

There is not often wind in the secret room. But the isolation from the outside world was still enough for Mo Bei to hear whispers from deeper places. How big is it, how many people can it accommodate, and when was it built? As he walked, the light from the incandescent lamp was intense. Further forward, the wall on one side was replaced with glass.

Carefully, he reached towards the glass - it was a person soaked in a nutrient solution tank...

"A...Asan!!!"

Mo Bei saw the purple tube connected behind him, emitting a strange light.

"Dong dong" The heart contracts violently after it stops beating. Mo Bei's eyes lost focus and he could only see clearly the delicate sleeping face.

The other person seemed to have returned to his new life, even his body was curled up. how? The contrast is quite stark...

"Is this what you said, the agreement..." Mo Bei lowered his head and put his ear to the glass.

I feel so uncomfortable, so guilty... My heart hurts, it really hurts...

"Ah San, Qi Qi..." Mo Bei resisted the urge to cry, and his ears caught any movement in the glass jar, "Quickly...let me hear your heartbeat...so that I can, can take you away...!" "

"Dong Dong", "Dong Dong"

His heart was beating violently, but it wasn't the skirmisher's heartbeat, it was his own.

The hot-blooded chest was pressed against the cold glass instrument, and passed into the empty body of the doll through the temperatureless nutrient solution - unfortunately, there was no response.

Shall I smash this instrument? Whether it is an element, a sword or a sickle, it is easy to defeat them. But the instrument in front of him was so sophisticated that if he was really careless, he didn't know what kind of damage it would cause to the skirmishers - he knew that the puppet was not invulnerable.

The person responsible for protecting this place came over, holding a baton: "Who dares to break in?!"

Mo Bei only glanced at it and said, "...You're disturbing me."

"Ah...ahhhhh!!!" "Cang" the baton fell. The other party covered his right hand with a look of horror on his face: "Help...Help!"

"If you keep arguing, I won't mind destroying your other hand."

The five fingers that originally held the baton were twisted and broken by an unknown force, and turned in a strange arc. Of course, this is just a small punishment for Mo Bei.

"Zhu Yue, have you stopped me?"

"You can rest assured of what I have done."

The other party was shocked: "Wha...what?! The distress message I just sent..."

"These methods are nothing in front of me," the sickle blade touched the man's neck, leaving a shallow scar. His keen sense of smell told Mo Bei that he had broken through a layer of the other person's skin.

"When you entered, I had cut off the connection to the void. So, don't even think about informing the people behind you." The touch feedback from the sickle blade coupled with Mo Bei's control of the water element, he knew that as long as he applied a little more force, he would be Able to cut off the opponent's arteries, "Just in time...explain. The mastermind behind it, and everything you know."

"I don't know! I don't know anything!" Thinking that his life was hanging by a thread, the man felt like he was holding back something tight. "I really don't know anything! I just came here for inspection today on the order of the great sage... At most, I only know that occasionally a group of scholars will come here!"

"Gone?"

"It's really gone...please let me go, brother!"

When he was thinking about whether he should let this person go, the male voice he heard earlier sounded again.

"Put down the scythe."

"I don't... uh...!" His hands tended to droop downwards. Mo Bei gritted his teeth and held on tight. The gently trembling sharpness made the man despair even more. He didn't know if Mo Bei was looking for a more thorough way to kill him, but he suddenly came out.

"I remember I once gave you guidance. As a foreigner in a foreign country, you need to be friendly to others."

"That's enough! What do you want to say!"

"Don't you understand? Since I am willing to tell you about the existence of this dimension, I am naturally not your enemy - the gods of Xumi are too weak and have lost the ability to protect their people. The rise of the followers of the Red King has made this country even more On the verge of division.”

"Human beings who have lost their protection are nothing but a handful of yellow sand in front of the gods, which will scatter as soon as they are blown away. Therefore, the people of Xumiru are requesting that they find new gods who can protect them!"

"You mean, skirmishers are going to become gods?"

"Your guess is very accurate. As the master of the core technology, I know everything about him. Let me think about it," the voice of the person in my mind became playful, "He first found me just to get a shoulder to shoulder." The power of gods. It seems to be related to the 'past'. Oh~ by the way~ he mentioned something to me——

Agreement. "

"!..."

……

...Mo Bei lowered his hands and moved away the sickle blade that was placed on the other person's neck.

"Haha. This is a good choice for himself and the entire Sumeru - you don't want to ruin it all, taking him with it, right?"

"You win." The candlelight turned into red stars and dissipated in an instant. Mo Bei lowered his eyes and wanted to leave this place.

Before leaving, he once again summoned the power of the water element to help the man repair his finger.

——The Ecclesiastical Order, another hint——

The doctor observed Mo Bei's every move through micro-monitoring.

"Sound transmission: good; guidance: poor... Summary: The chip is worn and the ability to guide commands is reduced."

"Insight: Good; Element Control: Excellent; Weapon Proficiency: Good; Guidability: Good... Summary: The target personnel's force has been greatly improved, and he can master new elemental powers and use a variety of weapons; his command compliance has declined, and he has Ability to judge independently…”

The doctor looked at the text that kept popping up on the screen and smiled strangely.

"You learned a lot during your time away from home...It's a pity that you seem to have forgotten to hide your weaknesses-"

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