With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

"All indicators are good...the last trial was also completed perfectly..."

The projection screen of various data tables is reflected in the doctor's eyes.

"Then thanks to you... With the data of the Huangbatu experiment, the project here can quickly enter the next step."

The black-haired boy standing beside him was wearing a large cloak, even in the laboratory where there is a warm place with a constant temperature device, he didn't want to take it off. The white-haired boy was sleeping in a transparent device.

"I have to say... the project of cultivating a new container and then resurrecting the original master is really full of wealth and value."

Fyodor spoke with emotion.

"Haha... It's also thanks to Mr. Fyodor. Originally, with our technical support, we will have to wait at least ten years later, when this container is approaching the expiration date and is about to be destroyed. There may be a breakthrough... ... Well, to be honest, our original plan was to wait until the shelf life of this container expired before transferring the data of this container to the brand new second generation."

Doctors tell the purpose of their laboratory and the real experiment.

Fyodor said in an unclear way: "You are really loyal to my lord."

Hearing this, the doctor couldn't help, and said in a fanatical, almost crazy tone: "Ah...that lord, but our god...his existence is a miracle! Did you know that the supernatural power After the person dies, the supernatural power will disappear, so when the heart of that adult is about to stop beating completely and forever, we will keep the precious and precious wealth... So we have the experiment of "resurrection" , ah, I haven't seen that adult smile at me again..."

Soul... different abilities.

Fyodor snorted slightly.

Yes, the grey-haired boy's worries had always been implanted later.

Why does the laboratory have almost no restrictions on him, it doesn't care who he associates with, or what kind of experience he has.

Because it was a series of designed and written codes from the beginning.

But that's why Fyodor fell in love with him.

Because...Unbeknownst to these ignorant people, a real "soul" was born in that container.

A clean, pure, human-like soul.

So……

Fyodor looked at the doctor.

Going against the original track, resurrecting the people from the other side.

It is rebellion, it is sin.

"correct."

The doctor seemed to have realized his gaffe, but he was too excited just now, he didn't notice the death-like eyes Fyodor was looking at him... He looked at Fyodor, "About Huang Ba's vomiting experiment The data is their secret...only one person is allowed to see it...how on earth did Mr. Fyodor get it."

"Rats are good at finding hidden objects."

Fyodor chuckled lightly.

With the so-called "experimental data" of "Huang Ba vomiting", the madness of this doctor will be mobilized.

The so-called "ten-year" shelf life does not need to wait until the end of the shelf life to sample, and then build a more perfect second generation.

Fyodor bit his fingertip.

Ah... a little, a little excited.

No... be patient.

He saw that every "part" of the white-haired boy in the isolation warehouse was slowly transformed, and then more genes belonging to the "original body" were implanted...

There are also more precious data and resources of the "second generation" they have been preparing for a long time.

His appearance is more and more like the white-haired man lying there, it is a face that is enough to make people dizzy.

Finally...he opened those eyes that were more dazzling than jewels.

The doctor opened his arms excitedly.

The door of the isolation compartment was opened.

His appearance has faded away from that of a teenager, and he is more like an adult white-haired man naked. He casually moved to the white sheet that was close to him, and he deliberately looked at the "ten-year" mark on his leg that looked like a shelf life.

After all, it is constantly updating and improving on the original basis.

This imprint still remains.

His expression was still a little confused, and the action just now was just instinct. Now that someone came over, he just stared at all this blankly, like a computer waiting to be turned on.

"Master Ye Ente!"

The doctor went up to meet him, his body was trembling.

A total of nearly [-] experimenters in the entire laboratory, except for a few who could not leave their original posts, also got up one after another.

Fyodor slowly walked to the side of the white-haired man.

"Hey Fyodor, don't be rude."

It was the doctor's angry voice.

But he just scolded, and then immediately cast his eyes on the white-haired man.

He blinked slowly.

When he opened it again, those eyes were no longer lifeless and empty.

He saw the distorted and fanatical expression of the doctor, and the familiar but unnameable faces of the researchers not far away, and finally he turned his gaze to Fyodor who was standing beside him, still smiling.

"... Fedya?"

The curve of Fyodor's lips rose slowly.

The doctor's eyes widened in disbelief. He took a few steps on his hind legs and murmured, "Impossible...how could..."

"what happened?"

The white-haired man looked at all this suspiciously.

Whether those researchers or doctors, they all stopped their movements. Some of them stood up and then lay down in the next second, some sat on the ground blankly, and some even knocked over the equipment.

The doctor rushed up after a brief absence, and he said in a pleading tone, "You...are joking."

The white-haired man slowly raised his usual smile. The shadow of a boy on his body has not faded away, but he has become more mature.

"...Sure enough, it's exactly what I thought."

He narrated in a calm tone.

"Is it me that you want to live?"

However, he really wanted to live.

Fyodor laughed twice, "Congratulations."

"Ah."

He complied.

But the doctor rushed up and grabbed his neck tightly, his eyes were almost protruding, "Why...why are you the one who woke up?"

"...Because he doesn't want to wake up anymore."

Even if the doctor as a scientific researcher tried his best, it was only to the extent that the man with the more excellent body spliced ​​together by the "first generation" and "second generation" could easily break free, but he didn't do that.

He even put his hand on the doctor's arm, which was tightly wrapped around him.

"He is him, I am me."

The man shakes off his grip.

"I should thank you... In this perfect fusion experiment, I can finally hear his voice."

It's like when two people who are about to disperse collide.

When he was completely implanted with all that, he heard the voice of the man's spirit.

A man who uses language as a medium for supernatural powers is closely related to "voice".

He was about to disperse, but the force left behind was attached to his body.

He watched this farce-like scene, countless people couldn't lose him, no, maybe it wasn't that they couldn't lose him, but they couldn't lose his ability, his deterrent power.

So he announced to the outside world that the owner of his heart, which was about to stop functioning, was still alive.

How sad.

His supernatural power, his spirit is screaming.

But no one can hear.

The "Resurrection" project was launched.

Desperately longing for a complete eternal death, he saw an existence that had transplanted his supernatural powers, but had completely different ideas from him.

He wants to live.

Live as who is truly and completely his.

But he can't tell him, can't tell him that they are different from the beginning, so don't be confused.

It wasn't until this time of thorough experimentation that they completely melded together.

He was finally able to tell the teenager.

"We are different, come on, kill the confused self in the past with your own hands, and get a new life."

This is more like inheritance than experimentation.

He gave up fighting for the "body" and gave him everything he could give to the opponent.

Kill that man-made soul that doesn't belong to you.

Let the true pure soul occupy it all.

"what……"

The doctor fell to the ground, raised his head, and looked at him with eyes on the verge of collapse.

The being who had almost the same appearance as Yente had a completely different demeanor and expression from his adult.

"Be quiet."

The white-haired man gave the order.

In an instant, the entire laboratory was as quiet as if it had been frozen.

"Wow Feijia, it's much easier to use than before."

The man who used his ability was just as excited about something as he was when he was a boy.

Fyodor looked at him helplessly.

Then he took a step forward and stood by his side.

It's just that now their height difference has been turned upside down from Fyodor being taller.

"...Do you want to ask me something?"

"Want to know what Fedya did."

He looked into Fyodor's calm and deep eyes.

Fyodor glanced at the doctor.

"I just asked an old friend to extract some of the relevant data on Huangba's vomit container... After all, it can only be accessed by one person. National-level information, even a mouse is hard to find, right?"

Fyodor spoke calmly, but the doctor had already reacted, his expression was ferocious, as if he could tear Fyodor apart in the next second.

The black-haired boy looked down at him condescendingly.

"...In order to gain your trust and get the almost completely real Huangba spit data... I even fiddled with the instrument a little, and I spent a long time."

The white-haired man clapped his hands, "Oh... Although the ending is happy, but Fei Jia has done so much without telling me, I'm so angry."

He even used the usual coquettish tone before.

Fyodor watched him.

Immediately he held out his hand.

"As a reward."

"Be mine forever."

Fyodor, like a demon bewitching the world, sends a beautiful, irresistible invitation.

In fact, his pale face, pitch-black hair feathers and captivating eyes are all like a beautified demon.

"Okay."

"But before that..."

The white-haired man didn't take Fyodor's hand, he walked slowly towards the ice coffin, and raised his hand to caress the face that was almost exactly the same as his.

very cool.

"Let me help you... liberate."

"If the body becomes a shackle to freedom, it is up to us to cut it off."

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The author has something to say:

In fact, it is a person who really wants to die and a person who really wants to live...

And don't believe Majin-kun's words.