I saved the world after jumping backwards

"You still dare to cry?! Why do you have to cry! Why do you take away every benefit! You are just trying to annoy me!"

A petite foot wearing a leather shoe kicked the boy's back, staining his school uniform shirt with small footprints, and made him fall to the ground in a few steps. Because it was a school uniform with shorts, he The snow-white knee was scratched in an instant, leaving a somewhat ferocious red wound.

"Sister, I'm not going, sister..." The cute-looking silver-haired boy didn't care at all about his bloody knee, he raised his head in a panic as if he couldn't feel the pain, trying hard to explain something, "I'm not going to the choir."

Unexpectedly, his desperate explanation aggravated the girl's anger even more. She glared at him fiercely, and tears filled her eyes at some point. She yelled in disgust: "Don't call me sister!! You little girl!" Bastard!!"

Worry and fear flashed in the boy's dark eyes, but he didn't dare to speak again.

The first aid robot parked on the side of the road saw this and wanted to treat his wound, but was quickly kicked away by the girl, "Get out of here! You bastards!"

The boy's dark eyes flickered, and then fell silent again. Such a scene seemed to be normal. He was used to his sister's beating and scolding for a long time. These small beatings and scolding were harmless to him. What I'm afraid of is that after returning home, after knowing that my sister was made to cry by me again, my parents will lock him in the warehouse again.

Sure enough, when his sister went home crying and complained about what she had done, his parents dragged him coldly to the door of the warehouse, which is the attic.

Father pointed to his nose and warned: "I have warned you many times, don't bully Niya!"

The mother also showed resentment and confiscated his dinner.

The boy seemed redundant to this family. His parents and sister seemed to be a normal family of three, and he was an extra. No matter how much he tried to please them, it was useless, and it would always lead to counterproductive effects.

He couldn't help thinking aggrievedly, why?Am I not a child of my parents?If you don't need me, why give birth to me?

He doesn't care about his sister showing off the new toys her parents bought her again and again in front of him, and he doesn't care that they take her sister out to play but lock themselves at home every holiday. He only cares about why he is treated like this. ?

He sat in the corner of the attic, the blood on his knees dried, and most of the space in the tiny room was filled with clutter and rubbish, save for a place on the edge of the window sill, which let in the air from outside. Light, that is the warm light from the restaurant on the first floor, but these have nothing to do with him.

He looked at the stars all over the sky, thinking a little confusedly, he clearly remembered that when he was very young, maybe when he was still a baby, his mother would always hug him gently and sing songs softly.

But why do they hate me so much now?Was it because during the last confinement, he moved the music box his father kept in the attic?

He didn't dare to ask, even if he did, he would probably be beaten and scolded more.

The little boy abandoned all his hobbies, thinking about how to please his family all day long, begging them to share some extra warmth occasionally.

The days passed day by day, and when the boy was in the fourth grade of elementary school, the so-called artificial intelligence robot with emotions was officially launched.

In the 28th century, towering skyscrapers, clean and tidy streets, emission-free vehicles, and even blue skies, fresh air, and clean oceans are all created by humans and artificial intelligence robots.

Human beings and intelligent machines complement each other and jointly create a beautiful new world, and people also proposed the so-called Bill of Rights for the emotional functions enabled by intelligent machines.

The father who is engaged in related work is also very busy and always works overtime. Although the mother always laments his hard work, her mood has actually improved because of the increasing salary of the father. She even made a few meals for the growing boy A more nutritious lunch.

But the good times didn't last long. In just one year, artificial intelligence robots with emotions rioted and began to attack humans. People called that catastrophe the Omnic Crisis.

The huge omnics ruthlessly flattened the city, which was the most terrifying invasion in human history, because their enemies were machines without flesh and blood, and because of the increase of emotional modules, the omnics continued to learn and evolve , they don't get tired, they don't hurt, and they can continue to move as long as the core is still there.

Their homeland fell first, becoming one of the first victims before the war between humans and intelligent machines officially began.

"Mom and Dad!! Help me!!!"

When the omnic broke into their home, his sister screamed heart-piercingly in his ear, and the one-sided massacre was over in just a split second.

His sister was killed, and stood before him like a fragile flower uprooted.

Mom was killed, by the energy bomb in the hot barrel.

Dad was killed. He was hit by the collapsed ceiling and crushed under the rubble. Before he died, he stared at the boy unwillingly, as if telling with his eyes why he was not the one who died.

"I just knew...I just knew...you are just like her..."

"You are all freaks...she created these weapons, and you bastard, hahaha..." the father coughed up blood, "you are not my son at all, you are the mother who is the culprit of all this! The whole world It will be destroyed by you now..."

"Father" might as well be a shadow cast over his uncle's eyes, and he muttered, "No, you can't...you have to stand up, if it's her son, you can definitely do it..."

"Someone has to stand up now, do you hear, Xuebu?" He tried his best to imprint the boy's appearance in his eyes, and his blood-soaked fingers seemed to portray curses, streaming down his dusty face trace.

However, the traces he left were quickly diluted by some crystal hot liquid. Holding his last breath, he laughed loudly, "Haha...you are crying again, and you feel pain? Pain is right... ...There is no way in this world that anyone will love you."

"—Who made you a sinner in this world?"

The light in Uncle's eyes went out.

Although covered in injuries, Xuebu miraculously survived, and later he learned that the United Nations had established an organization called Overwatch, which was calling soldiers from all over the world, and he was rescued by members of Overwatch .

The Omnic Crisis created 3000 million orphans. When he was at the relief station, he had seen too many children who cried bitterly because they lost their parents, and finally had hatred on their faces.

It's horrible, it's horrible, all eyes are like that, all voices are like that, it's hate.

It turned out that uncle and the others had been hating him.

He ran out of the rescue station almost as if escaping, saw the once prosperous city turned into ruins, and saw the mutilated bodies of humans and intelligent machines...

He wanders aimlessly, where can he go, where is his destination?Is he going to redeem himself?So how should we quell the hatred of others?

In his third month of wandering, he saw a man who claimed to be his father.

He has silver hair and beautiful blue eyes, but he is really poor and unkempt at this time, and he looks at the boy with surprise, because the two of them look so much alike.

"Son, what's your name? Is your surname Liao?"

After getting the boy's nod, the man hugged him vigorously, as if the thin boy in his arms was some kind of treasure and said in surprise: "You are my son!"

The man who claimed to be his father was an idol singer who fell in love with the boy's mother, but had to separate due to work reasons.

"Then why didn't you come to me?" asked the boy.

The man froze for a moment, but quickly thought of an excuse, "Because your mother never told me that she gave birth to you."

From then on, the boy began to live with his real father, even if his father was once a glamorous and respectable idol singer, now he is just a slovenly tramp.

The two depended on each other for life, and the boy spent a short period of peaceful time by his father's side.

After the war, the city is slowly recovering, and it also brings nerve-numbing entertainment. At first, it was just a little material, and later it became life.

The man taught the boy to cheat, taught him how to make a fortune in the gambling game, and the two soon made enough supplies for their lives, including a bag of drugs.

Under the paralysis of drugs, the man was drunk and dreamed, and soon gambled all his money, and then sold him.

"Haha, don't look at this kid's disheveled face now, he looks good, even better than when I was young." The man relentlessly promoted the boy, "And he inherited my good voice, so I raised it for fun. It must be exciting! Sir! Pity me poor single father! Just 50 packs!"

He stared at his father in disbelief, but his father looked at him indifferently, as if he had thrown away a piece of garbage, "Don't look at me like that, I planned to sell you from the very beginning. "

"Who told you that you are the child born by Mina Liao? It's unlucky to think about it. It was obviously a one-night stand, but that woman secretly gave birth to a child behind my back..." He left cursingly with the drugs he bought.

The boy finally became a person full of hatred. He hated the father who sold him, hated the mother who gave birth to him, and hated himself even more who had no strength to fight.