Star Iron: Maple of Reincarnation

Mo Feng woke up again, feeling that he had lost a lot of things. But where was this place?

"Doctor, this is the report from your researchers. Please take a look." A tall robot came over and handed a manuscript to Mo Feng, who subconsciously took it.

In Mo Feng's memory, this was the prototype of the supervisory robot No. 3, Swarlow. If Clara of Yalilo No. saw it, she would immediately recognize it as her Mr. Swarlow.

"The result of the star core catastrophe deduction: it will erupt in the northern suburbs in half a year. The deduction process is as follows: XXXXX"

"Dr. Jiang Feng, evacuate quickly. Once the core of the star really explodes, you won't be able to evacuate even if you want to." The researcher next to Mo Feng advised. This was not the first day he had advised his immediate superior.

But the person in front of me is a senior executive of the company's P45, and I can't afford to offend him.

If Jiang Feng insisted on not escaping, he would not risk his life just because this was his old boss.

The memories in Mo Feng's mind gradually became clear. He was a member of the Strategic Development Department and settled on his home planet of Yalilo VI to do some research and development work. Half a year ago, the company's deduction results showed that the star core would completely explode in a year.

The company's instructions were to evacuate its personnel from Yalilo VI and reach a lease agreement with the local residents who remained there: the company was willing to provide resources worth tens of billions of credit points to help them build high walls and provide machinery to defend against the star core.

To put it simply, I lend you money to resist the star core, and you will repay me later.

But as one of the few senior executives in the company, Mo Feng certainly knew that the company had the means to prevent the star core explosion in advance, but the price was high.

Don’t underestimate the hundreds of billions of credit points. It is indeed an astronomical figure for Yalilo No. 6, but for the company, it is just a hair plucking from a cow.

But Mo Feng also knew that the company would never do business at a loss. Adhering to the concept of "peace", it was the greatest kindness to be able to provide financial support to this small planet that preserved faith. It was impossible for the company to use the core technology of resisting star cores that only P44 and above executives knew for such a tiny planet.

Mo Feng understood the truth, but if they started a war just for a planet that believed in the Amber King, would the company be able to continue trading? Could they save all the planets in the world?

But Mo Feng is still a little selfish. After all, this is his hometown and he doesn't want his home to be destroyed.

The company's withdrawal meant that the task of resisting the star core fell entirely on the hands of local residents. This was simply a fantasy. Even with the help of technology, facing the massive amount of world-ripping creatures, it would be a one-sided massacre.

Building a wall? If it really played a decisive role, the Legion of Doom would not be so scary anymore.

"Xiaoguang, you run away by yourself. I want to stay here." Mo Feng said.

The researcher next to him named Xiaoguang had long been fed up with the backward environment of Yalilo. He also grew up in Yalilo No. 6. Compared with the environment of the company, it can be described as heaven and hell.

After following his old boss back to Yalilo No. 6, he dreamed of leaving here.

I really don't know how this psychopath got to such a high position. Shouldn't he have died long ago with such a stubborn mind?

Xiaoguang left after getting his superior's signature. If he hadn't been afraid of breaking the company's rules and being fined, he would have left long ago. Now, after Mo Feng signed one by one to allow them to leave, the people in the institute fled with joy.

Thanks to the gift of the Amber King, I finally escaped from the hands of this living devil.

God knows how frightened they are, afraid that the star core will arrive early.

"Doctor, why don't you run away?" Swarovski asked after everyone had left.

Mo Feng made himself another cup of tea and looked at Beijiao quietly, as if he was thinking about something, or confused about something. After a while, he moved his lips slightly: "Because I don't want to. Shiwaro, do you remember why I developed you in the first place?"

"The doctor wants me to become a real artificial intelligence machine."

"I have met a true genius, he is the king of Screw Star. He gave me some inspiration, that is the direction of cultivating mechanical emotions. This is also a subject I am interested in. If it were possible, I would not have joined the company in the first place." Mo Feng said self-deprecatingly, "I should have joined the Boshi Society to be more in line with my ideals."

"What the Doctor means is..." Swarovski didn't understand.

"I want to say that I want to teach you one last lesson. That genius said that the so-called emotion can only be realized through practice, not orders." Mo Feng stood up, "Let's go, let's build the wall."

Mo Feng has been thinking about the meaning of conservation. What was his original intention in joining the company? It was never for those credit points, but to give back to his hometown.

This is the meaning of preservation that I recognize, to protect the home behind me.

If you forget even this, how can you talk about preservation, and how can you talk about faith. For the first time, Mo Feng was shaken in the company's philosophy, and it was also the first time he felt that believing in the Amber King was wrong.

He cannot protect the humble, so what exactly is He protecting?

Somehow time passed quickly. All the company's personnel had evacuated, leaving only Mo Feng. The funny thing was that they left behind military machinery to help resist the star core, but did not leave behind the personnel to operate them.

The operators were afraid of death, so of course they all ran away.

Mo Feng knows how to operate it, but he is alone. It is simply impossible to teach others how to operate it in a short time. After all, this is not a skill for playing house. Even company training will take more than a year.

So now these weapons are nothing but scrap metal.

"Dr. Jiang Feng, actually you don't have to worry about us." The first great guardian Asari Rand specially met with the only company man who remained in Beloberg, the newly built city surrounded by high walls.

Asali Rand was the first leader elected by everyone, commanding them to resist the upcoming star core.

Mo Feng sighed: "Rand, what is the meaning of preservation?"

"Defend what we have, of course. Whether it's people's lives or..."

"This is what I want to defend. Without this, what's the point of talking about preservation? I'm no longer a company executive. I'm just an ordinary person in Beloberg. Jiang Feng - obey the orders of the Great Guardian and go through fire and water without hesitation."

At that moment, Mo Feng felt the gaze from the Amber King.

That was the moment when he completely entered the path of preservation, even if it was only for a short time.

But Mo Feng was confused at this moment. Is this really the city he wants to defend? Is this really his hometown? Is the Amber King really the one he believes in?

What a strange feeling.

The scene in front of him became blurred again. The face of the Great Guardian began to blur. She seemed to be saying something, but it was unclear.

It can only be vaguely inferred from the shape of her mouth that what she wanted to say was: "Thank you."

The scene changes - Mo Feng feels that he is always fighting with the creatures of the Rift, stepping on blood and tears, and defending Beloberg behind him with his flesh and blood. The power of protection is indeed strong, but in front of the cold wave and the legion, the power of an individual is so small.

His sacrifice was only a small part of the sacrifices made by the Belobergs and the Legion in their struggle.

Maybe some people will mourn, but it doesn't matter anymore.

When Cun Hu's power was completely exhausted, the machines around him were destroyed, and when the jailer's blade pierced Mo Feng's chest, the last thing he saw was Swarovski who had rushed over at the risk of his life.

The golden and shining Silvermane Iron Guard medal on his chest, which was the symbol of Beloberg's heroism, flew off involuntarily and was crushed under the jailer's sharp blade.

"Goodbye forever." When a tear appeared in the corner of Mo Feng's eyes, the scene around him completely shattered.

It's like a woven dream, turning into starlight and scattered by the wind.