Superbase Evolution

Chapter 1289 Extra Chapter - I am the Warden

I am a glorious prison administrator. My father is a prison administrator, my grandfather is a prison administrator, and my grandfather's grandfather is also a prison administrator.

All my ancestors who could be traced in my family tree were prison administrators, so I also became a prison administrator, commonly known as the warden.

The warden's job is just one thing, and that is to manage the prison.

There are only two kinds of people in prison, one is the jailer and the other is the prisoner.

Coincidentally, there are only two kinds of people in the universe, one is the winner and the other is the loser.

The winner is the king and the loser is the prisoner, so the prison contains two kinds of people, winners and losers. If the winner chooses to enter the prison and become a jailer, he can escape from the endless battles.

Whether the loser likes it or not, he will be sent to prison. After some strict classification, he will be sent to prisons of different levels to serve his sentence. The worst case scenario is exile to the small universe.

Because I grew up in prison, I have seen many prisoners and jailers. When I was a child, I liked those prisoners very much because they had many stories. Those stories were very different, some were wonderful and bizarre, some were touching, and every prisoner’s story was different, as if there were always new stories, and I could never finish listening to them.

But later, when I got older, I realized that no matter how I told the stories of prisoners, there was only one word: failure. The beginning or the end of every story was a story of failure, so these stories were very sad.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been listening to them for too long and too many times, so I gradually don’t like listening to those sad stories anymore. I want to listen to those stories that make people happy.

Then I started to like listening to the stories told by the jailers again. They were all winners, people who had victory.

Their stories are indeed much more joyful than those of prisoners, with passionate battles, bloody carnivals, collisions of friendships, youthful arrogance, and invincible loneliness.

I somewhat blame myself for not listening to the jailer's story earlier. This is a really good story.

Maybe I am naturally curious, or maybe I am unstable. As the saying goes, I have no patience and only have a short-lived enthusiasm.

After listening for a long time, the stories of these winners became a bit boring, so I asked the jailers if, apart from these stories of victory, they, the winners, had any sad stories.

So many jailers told the same sad story: there is no eternal winner in the world, but the battle of victory and defeat is endless.

That day I finally understood why they chose to become a prison guard, because under the protection of the prison, they no longer had to participate in the Endless War.

It was also after that day that I no longer liked listening to stories, because I suddenly realized one thing: no matter whether it was the jailer or the prisoner, no matter whether their stories were sad or happy, they were actually just the same story.

This makes me feel a little bored, and even a little confused. I don’t understand what the point of such a war is.

I thought it was because I was too young to understand such a question, so I found my grandfather and asked him about this doubt.

When my grandfather heard this, he burst into laughter and rubbed my head. He didn’t tell me the answer, but just said that I would understand it when I grow up.

I grew up day by day, but I still couldn't understand it. Even after I became the warden, I still didn't understand why. But I had my own responsibility - to manage the prison.

My grandfather often said that prisons should not interfere in matters outside the prison, but matters inside the prison should not be interfered with by people outside the prison.

I think this makes sense and is a natural truth.

But there is a troublesome thing. There is a guy outside the prison. He is not a loser, and he doesn't want to be a jailer, but he just likes to run into the prison.

There is also a strange guy in the prison who always wants to run out of the prison.

As the warden, I naturally cannot let them break the prison rules, so I can only keep the winner who likes to run into the prison out and keep the prisoner who likes to escape under close surveillance.

I had many fights over this, I didn’t win, but I didn’t lose either.

Because I am the warden and cannot participate in the endless war, otherwise the prison will be dragged into the war, so I can't win, but I can't lose either.

I am an impatient person. After a long time, this kind of life makes me feel dull and tedious. I really doubt how my ancestors lived such a repetitive life every day for such a long time without feeling bored.

Anyway, I don’t really like it, maybe because I’m too young.

In the boring life day after day, an interesting thing suddenly happened.

A winner came to the prison, but this winner actually asked to become a prisoner. This has never happened since I became the warden.

So I decided to meet this interesting winner, but when I saw him, I was a little disappointed, because he was neither a handsome man nor a beautiful woman, but an old man.

Well, I am obsessed with appearance and usually have no patience for ugly people.

I just wanted to get rid of him casually, but who knew that this old man would tell me some nonsense theories.

They say that I was born into a good family, otherwise I wouldn't have achieved the success and status I have today. If I was born in a small universe, I would be nothing and would not have achieved anything at all. I would not even have the chance to step out of the small universe and become a loser.

Whenever I met such brave people in the past, I would give them a package of the top ten tortures in prison to see how tough their bones were. If it didn’t work once, I would try it ten or a hundred times.

Maybe I've been too bored lately, so I suddenly had a word with that old man.

Although the old man was not a very good person, he still wanted to play tricks on me and use provocation. He said he wanted to make a bet with me, asking me to use the Guiyan technique to return to my infancy, and to strip myself of my level, talent, and understanding, enter the microcosm and start over, to see if I could open the door to the universe and return to the big universe.

Well, the old man is very bad, but this suggestion is very interesting. The life of a warden is too boring. I haven't been to the microcosm yet. It is very interesting as a change of pace.

However, simply stripping away levels, talents, and understandings seems a bit too much of an oppression towards those in the small universe, and it's not fun at all.

No matter what bet it is, I am going to play, and I will definitely win the bet, but I have to have fun and have fun. If I go to the small universe as that old man said, what difficulty will it be to come back? So I decided to cut my talent, heavenly bones and heavenly enlightenment for three days, plus the upper limit capped and imperfect restrictions, and memory seal.

Alas, being too outstanding is also a kind of distress. Let’s leave a way out for people with small universes.

The old man didn't look very happy at the time. He was actually afraid that I would not come back.

I am the king of prison, how could I not be able to go back?

When gambling, there must be stakes. The stakes the old man proposed were that I should help him do something within my ability.

It doesn't matter, there's no way I can lose anyway.

As for what I want if I win, it seems like I don’t have anything I want, so I’ll just write it down for now. Maybe one day I’ll suddenly think of some fun punishment.

We selected a small universe, which is very interesting. It is a cosmic ecosystem developed by six intelligent computers. However, the main body of the ecosystem is humans, not silicon-based life.

What’s interesting is that these intelligent brains actually want to transform themselves into carbon-based humans.

What’s even more interesting is that there is actually a human being who is secretly playing games with the intelligent computers. Those intelligent computers think they have figured out everything about that human being, but they don’t expect that the human being has also figured out everything about them.

This little universe is quite interesting. I will start over from it.

"Take care, King of Prison. I am here to await your successful return." Before leaving, the old man said a few polite words.

He just said nice things, but he put ten destiny locks on the gate of the universe, obviously to prevent me from secretly using my current power.

Who do you think I am? Would I need to use that kind of means?

Ugh!
In the end, I used it and lost the bet.

To make the virtual reverse world truly come and merge with the real world has exceeded the limit of what the small universe can bear. The energy is not enough, and only some energy can be used. No matter who comes, there is nothing they can do, unless the real universe disappears completely and the reverse world takes its place. But in that case, Tianxun, Lao Wei and others will not be able to survive and will die forever.

"May the King of Hell have mercy." The old man did not say anything sarcastic.

"If you lose, you lose. Whatever you want me to do, it must be within my ability." People in our family always keep their word. Otherwise, how can we manage the prison? Naturally, we won't make any excuses.

But if this old man asks me to do something that exceeds my bottom line, I will definitely not let him get what he wants.

Unexpectedly, the old man bowed to the end and made a request that made me very embarrassed.

"Please have mercy, Lord of Hell. Only you can break the rules of victory and defeat, change fate and start the endless war again. Give the people of the world a chance to end this endless war."

　The extra chapter will continue tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)