War Paradise

Once upon a time there was a man who seemed to be the incarnation of "emptiness".

In the first ten years of his life, he had almost no interest in everything around him. Even when he wrote an essay at school and wrote a title like "My Ideal", he didn't know how to write:

The students all have "lofty" ideals—become a scientist, become an astronaut, buy Disneyland, become the richest person in the world...

Only he didn't have any desires, just like a machine, passing every day plainly.

Even though he grew up in school with his peers, this guy seems to be living on an isolated island. He doesn't even have any topics in common with his classmates. He is usually taciturn, like a lonely wandering spirit.

——He couldn't find anything of interest. This situation is even worse than the puppet being manipulated.

After all, even a puppet would have a clear goal, but he was like a walking corpse, unable to even find the meaning of his own existence.

Then one day, he saw the "tree house" of the primitive African tribe on TV, and finally had the first ideal in his life-to build a tree house and spend the rest of his life alone in it.

Of course, even this ideal was ruthlessly mocked by relatives. After all, in this era when most people are squeezing into the city, it sounds a bit stupid to build tree houses in the wilderness. Moreover, even his parents would not allow him to actually live in the woods.

As a result, he once again lost his ideals and returned to his previous state of turmoil. It wasn't until five years ago that the miraculous "brain imaging technology for entertainment" appeared.

The guy who has always had no interest in the real world has found his own meaning in the virtual world. It is completely different from the heavily polluted industrialized cities, as long as you use the brain imaging equipment, you can enter the real "different world"!

There is no annoying noise, no haze and acid rain, no weird eyes from other people. In his opinion, the virtual world is much more "pure" than the real world. If it does not need to be bound by the human body, the virtual world is more suitable for living.

Then, the man began to try to find "friends" in the virtual world, even...

Standing in the center of the **** venue, the seriously injured man stretched out his hand to squeeze the young man’s wrist with astonishing strength:

"So, that man just found his "family" and is about to die by his family's knife. What do you think... what about this story?"

"Ahhhhh..."

Jane's body twitched frantically, and the sickle in her hand suddenly collapsed, turning into shining fragments and dissipating in the air:

"I...nor... don't want to..."

A teenager who has served in the Soviet superpower force since he was a child, for the first time experienced the feeling of having a "family", but now, he is destroying it all by himself.

"I never again..."

The young man screamed and knelt down, the "leader module" behind his neck lit up with a dazzling red light, Lin Chi strangled the back of Jane's neck with the remaining left hand, and tried his best to pull the thing off.

When encountering the "Boss Module", the burning pain was transmitted to the palm of the hand through the bone armor. But even so, Lin Chi did not let go, just exhausted all his strength, and jerked--

Click!

A large piece of flesh flew from the back of the young man's neck, and a square metal block flew out in the blood in the sky. It was thrown on the ground by Lin Chi, and his foot was broken into pieces!

With the disappearance of the leader module, Zhen's dark eyes turned back to the original green, and she collapsed to the ground feebly, and the wound on her neck was still bleeding.

"Alright..." Lin Chi said in a low voice, spitting out another mouthful of old blood.

Then, he fell to the ground with the boy next to him, without the strength to move the bullet.

He knew that although the leader module on Jane was removed, they are still in the closed area of ​​Pulse Entertainment. If they don't leave quickly, it will be bad when the "manager" in the executioner's mouth arrives.

However, Lin Chi now doesn't even have the strength to move.

The severe pain from dozens of wounds all over his body erupted together, even if he knew it was a virtual space, he couldn't bear it at all. This level of pain can no longer be solved by "psychological hints."

——So, are you going to die here...

Realizing this, Lin Chi didn't say much, just raised his head and looked at the **** realm around him that was collapsing, and the boundless dark void outside the **** wall.

...

At the same moment, in Lin Chi's home in the real world, the dancing robot on the sofa has stood up, turned his head and looked at the game warehouse in the corner of the living room with a camera:

Frankenstein can feel that even though his data is still operating normally, there is a rare perceptual "panic" in the consciousness that always thinks with absolute rationality.

"you……"

In the robot's speaker, electronic sounds that could not convey emotions sounded, and Frankenstein raised his head and stared at the game compartment, waiting for the moment the door opened.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, one minute, two minutes...

As time passed, the cabin door still showed no signs of opening. The living room was filled with deathly silence, and the dim red lights on the city streets outside the window lit up.

Another night fell.

The high-speed express trains on the street are galloping in closed pipelines, most of which are self-driving vehicles, carrying men and women who have just left work or are about to go to work, galloping in the city of steel casting.

The world is still functioning normally, and it won’t be stopped for a moment because of anyone, but...

"You... won't you come back..."

The dancing robot lowered its head, leaning on the sofa as if it had lost its soul.

For some reason, Frankenstein always felt that the man who provided him with a "second chance" would never come back.

...

boom!

While the executioner was still looking for a port to leave, a loud explosion suddenly sounded in the space behind him.

Wearing an old jacket, the pale-skinned man turned his head in surprise, only to see the **** space just created by the kid, which had begun to collapse!

"Huh?" The executioner uttered a stunned voice, raising his thin right hand and rubbing his eyes.

Although still suspecting that I was wrong, that piece of space is indeed in collapse. In other words... the young man who seemed invincible to him had been completely defeated!

"What are you kidding..."

The executioner murmured, drew out his decapitating axe "Andria", lowered his figure through the dark void, and rushed back to the collapsing blood domain.