The puppets' stage play

Bead-like blue light spread in the air, and white mist smoke was released along the opened instrument. He raised his steady arm and shook it in mid-air, and the silver tip exuded a little cold light.

puff.

White tubes as thick as an arm were densely distributed around it. It raised its head and stared blankly at the sky, with an idea flashing through its mind.

Like a bug caught in a spider's web.

Gulong, a rolling sound of water.

An extremely clear roar sounded inside the ear cavity, and the consciousness gradually became confused. Some of the sounds that could be heard before became distant in an instant.

At the end of his life, he suddenly remembered a face.

Bare ankles, walking cheerfully, even though it was just a shabby thin coat, it did not block the joy that came from the heart at all.

He looked over here with an extremely bright smile on his face.

"Brother ***!"

In the next moment, his eyes turned into a gloomy face. It was another playmate who was equally familiar with him, but always had his own thoughts.

'He' looked here, with a wicked smile on his face.

"Jiamusi is dead." He shouted, with an expression of great pleasure on his face. He bent his waist and moved his face straight over, as if to spy on the expression on its face.

Yes, dead.

It came back to its senses and opened its eyes. It was surrounded by a dark world where it could not see its fingers. It breathed out, but could not even hear the beating of its own heart.

Is this the realm of death?

If so, will that person come?

It waited quietly on the spot, but after waiting for a long time, the person didn't come, so it thought that it probably wouldn't see him here.

【"............."】

Ruoyouruowu's low hum sounded all around. It looked around, but what it saw was still pitch black. It couldn't see or hear anything. Maybe, its current self was just an illusion.

He doesn't actually exist, and those people in his memory are probably his own random thoughts.

Just thinking about it, it suddenly accepted it and stood there silently waiting for its end.

Tick, tick.

In the unknown depths, there was an extremely slight sound, like water dripping on the ground, one after another.

however.

The 'black' figure still stood there, motionless.

Tick, tick.

"The Death Star's fluctuations are plummeting, and the syntactic fluctuations are gradually flattening. Professor, the situation is not very good."

Across the thick barrier, several figures were operating the instruments in front of them. At the same time, a figure with a stern face stepped forward and spoke to the person who was looking at the dark scene in the distance.

The professor glanced at the other person, who was the one he used more easily among his many assistants.

"This kind of profession is too 'violent'. These little guys who have not yet entered the level will not be able to succeed. The few successful cases cannot be copied so far. I really don't think it is worth further investment."

"Professor, we should cut our losses. It's time to declare that this profession has failed." The assistant looked ugly, but still remained rational and patiently advised.

The professor remained unmoved and continued to turn his head and look at the scene ahead.

The assistant sighed secretly and had no choice but to continue. After all, he had no decision-making power, so he just looked forward with a slightly unbearable look.

Pieces of silver 'coffins' were lined up, as if they were performing some kind of ceremony, and the figures inside could be seen through the transparent coffin lids.

They were children with ferocious faces. They were twisting their bodies and roaring, but they were firmly fixed in place and unable to move.

In the mid-air were countless waving white tubes, which from time to time injected certain hot or cold substances into the coffin, which then merged with the children, and even the outer skin turned into other colors.

However, the most eye-catching areas are those areas where 'weird phenomena' occur, including pitch black fog, red and pink sky, or gunpowder smoke, all of which are different.

The researchers watched silently, with sharp eyes, observing everyone's movements, and promptly made adjustments to guide them in the 'correct' direction.

This is a secret place in the First Lian Yuan, which is generally not known to outsiders.

Snapped.

The red powder exploded like gravel, leaving a mocking laughter on the spot.

["No way, hehehehe."]

Buzz, the smoke suddenly cleared, and the transparent substance flowing in the air moved, then crushed the coffin beneath him layer by layer.

["If this is the case, I refuse."]

Other visions were also cut off one after another. Most of those ethereal beings left one or two words before disappearing in front of everyone.

In the end, there was only one place left.

The researcher looked over and saw an area filled with black fog.

The assistant sighed in his heart. Sure enough, it was too difficult to borrow the power of those demon gods and limit that power from affecting himself. He looked forward, and the figure was still standing upright.

Maybe, this person will fail this time, he thought to himself.

In essence, these so-called 'heterogeneous professions' are a re-examination of the original path with the development of research in recent years.

In the past, mind, body, and will were regarded as three paths, and various professions were artificially divided. However, now, they are trying to integrate them more thoroughly.

One half of the soul, divided into several parts of the will, the body as mediator.

After fusion according to specific connections, what is finally obtained are these heterogeneous professions.

However, if we talk about other professions, after all, we have early accumulation and some professional experience, which can avoid some unnecessary mistakes, but this profession is different, it is almost done by this person alone.

The complete subversion of the Witch Spirit replaced the concept that originally occupied the dominant position, placing the body itself at the center and participating as a part of the reconciliation.

And the one who takes the initiative is...

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

The high-pitched roar shook the air, forming sound waves in the air. The surrounding silver coffin skin shone with light, protecting the figure inside. His spirit was shaken, and he looked towards the place where the sound came from.

A group of pitch-black things stood in the shape of a 'human', roaring up to the sky at this moment, with black hair swaying in all directions. If it weren't for this place, the surroundings would have turned into a desolate scene.

The assistant's eyes darkened.

They are dead soul beasts that feed on planets. They mostly look like black bears and have the wisdom to reach death. As long as there is an aura of destruction, they will appear immediately and cooperate with other star beasts to devour the world.

Once witnessed, madness will arise in the heart, and a subconscious desire to fight and blood will not stop until death. It is the kind of light-level star beast that pollutes the mind.

Although it is weaker than the star beasts at the top, it is still considered an extremely powerful existence among this batch of 'seeds'.

The professor's eyes were indifferent, as if he was just a naughty boy in front of him.

Tick.

"————" The roar broke in an instant, and the dead soul beast trembled all over, and a figure appeared in the sky.

It was a figure in purple flowing clothes with a blurred face, eyes that were like a source of pitch black projection, without any emotion in their eyes.

["As a vehicle, this is not considered qualified, and I am not that casual."]

As if talking to himself or narrating, the purple figure smiled and then looked this way.

["Can you let me have fun, little one."]

"Please wait and see." The professor said calmly.

The purple figure shook his head slightly and disappeared into the depths of the black mist together with the dead beast.

The assistant immediately looked at the other party in horror. It was clear that the other party did not say that before. He clearly said that this profession was to restrain the demon god. Through a high degree of connection with the star beast, he could resist the other party's infection and maximize his power.

"The devil is very powerful. Even these star beasts that roam the universe are not even one-ten thousandth as powerful as the others. So why do you believe that those beings will be disturbed by these beasts and lose their influence on us?" Where’s the control?”

The professor's tone was cold, more like explaining than asking.

"This profession is the channel we provide to communicate with them, allowing them to attach to this body as if they are playing a game. Of course, the so-called will of the star beasts is the 'rules' we set, and that's all. That’s all.”

“There was no balance from the beginning, it was just a process of having fun.”

"That's why I call it..."

It looked forward and uttered two words.

"monster."

The professor's green eyes flickered slightly, and a more distant scene unfolded before his eyes, which was a corner of the future.

There are different scenes in the picture.

The dark figure suddenly stood up, and then fell to the ground, motionless, in front of everyone's eyes.

The lid of the coffin, which was dyed black, was opened, but there was nothing inside. Everyone's eyes showed that this was indeed the case.

And, facing many looks, the dark-haired boy showed a confused expression.

It stared hard and stretched out its hand.

That is also the best of all the futures it observes.

At this moment, it makes a choice.

It stretched out its hand and grabbed the most obvious future, just like dipping into an extremely turbid river. The ubiquitous viscous liquid rushed in, trying to prevent its interference.

【"Well........"】

A muffled voice sounded, and a flash of blue flashed in its right eye, which was the same color as the blue sky.

Instead of waiting for future possibilities, we take the initiative to seize the most beautiful one. Therefore, in this universe, only those with existences like the Lord Gao and it can be regarded as the truly top power.

All things will decay, but they will not. They exist with the universe and are one level higher.

Therefore, it alone can make the choice.

This time, it chose to let that 'successful' future unfold 'correctly'.

The black mist spread forward, and an extremely clear voice sounded in its ears.

["So, I can't let go of a 'violator' like you. In exchange for 'success', this person will lose his 'wisdom', hum hum, this is only 'half' achieved, haha .”]

The joking voice faded away, and its eyes returned to normal. It put down its palm, and the professor calmly waited for the 'end'.

Tick.

It opened its eyes, but felt inexplicably agitated in its heart, as if it suddenly remembered that there was something unfinished but had forgotten about that thing.

What exactly, it pondered.

It was anxious, angry, growling, and kept walking around in place, but it couldn't vent the anger in its heart, so it had to vent a little by walking around.

Why are you still alive?

It scratched its head angrily, don't say such nonsense.

Why haven't you given up yet?

It smashed its mouth, mentally wanting to beat up the nagging questioner.

Why----

It no longer paid attention to the figure, strode forward, and walked towards the distance. Although it was only a distance it forcibly identified, it was better than listening to the other party's nonsense here.

Unfortunately, that voice still kept ringing, as if it was following closely behind it to ask questions, making it extremely irritated.

It opened its mouth, but forgot how to make a sound. It even forgot how to speak in the past.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

It roared in its mouth and made a non-human sound. It just used its own 'words' to explain. As for whether the other party understood it or not, it was none of its business.

fair enough.

The voice became relieved and then disappeared quietly.

It was a little unaccustomed to it for a moment and tried to look around, but unfortunately, it was still dark in front of it.

("Go this way.")

Suddenly, an extremely gentle voice sounded. Its eyes flickered, and a little white light suddenly appeared in front of its eyes. It was a light that was swaying, as if it would dissipate the next moment.

It looked at the light and stayed where it was for a moment.

The light particle advanced slowly, and it followed blankly, as if following something important.

("You have to move forward, don't stop.")

The gentle voice was still talking. It shook its head, not quite understanding what the other party meant. Wasn't it following the other party? How could it stop?

It's not stupid.

("Jiamusi is weak, so I often take care of him more. This is my arrogance, so he had no intention of asking me for help even at the last moment.")

The voice spoke quietly.

("Sam is envious of me. He has ambitions and ambitions, and is unwilling to be suppressed by me, so he often makes his own decisions. I consider myself a strong person and choose to tolerate his willfulness. This is a kind of paranoia." )

It raised its head and vaguely remembered some scattered pictures.

("In that land called 'freedom', we have neither rights nor obligations. Our existence itself is a symbol that can provide sufficient benefits to those people.")

In the memory, a man with an indifferent face glanced at it, with no emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at a plant, and then he left directly.

Unlike other people, 'they' are a free group. As long as they don't cause trouble, no one will care.

Similarly, when facing disaster, those people will not come to help them.

Even though they suffered heavy casualties, and the corpses of the tribesmen who were extremely close to them in the past were piled aside, the figures responsible for guarding remained indifferent, sitting and watching a few bewildered children gradually weaken.

("I don't hate them, but I think if I can do it, then I can vent this anger in my heart, which is my inferiority complex and anger.")

("That's why I'm here.")

It took a step forward, and suddenly its eyes widened. In the distance, there were green mountains like forests, and the green grass on the ground was fragrant. When it turned around, the distance was hazy, and a light mist filled the air.

At this time, a breeze blew in front of it, gently stroking its face like a pair of small hands.

It lowered its head and looked at the nearby lake. A sturdy figure appeared on the water, with a black body and a simple face. At this moment, it was staring through the water.

"Murko, congratulations on taking the first step."

It stared at that face blankly, feeling a little strange, but at the same time, it felt extremely familiar deep down.

'Mulko' smiled innocently.

"From now on, it's your own path. My mission is over."

"You are?" he asked eagerly.

'Mulko' shook his head, then smiled.

"Then, just call me the 'Death Star'. Specifically, it can be regarded as the remains of Mulco, or it can be the dead soul beast that roams the world, but it is not you."

"Now you can undoubtedly be called a 'monster'."

"Go achieve your dreams and I will keep praying for you."

The water rippled and the vision became blank.

He closed his eyes and opened them again. His eyes suddenly changed to something else. Countless white tubes were flying in the air, and further away, there were eyes staring at him.

"Who are you?" The fearful voice spread in the air.

Is this also a dream? He thought silently, with a simple and honest smile on his face.

"Moore...is not...a bad person."