There was a man who seemed to be the incarnation of "emptiness".

In the first decade of his life, he had almost no interest in everything around him. Even when he wrote essays in school and wrote the title "My Ideal", he didn't know how to write:

The students all have "lofty" ideals - to become scientists, astronauts, buy Disneyland, and become the richest person in the world...

He only had no wish, but just spent every day in a mediocre manner.

Even when he grew up with his peers in school, this guy seemed to live on an isolated island, and had no common topics with his classmates. He was always taciturn, like a lonely wandering soul.

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

After all, even a puppet will have a clear goal, but he is like a walking zombie, unable to find the meaning of his existence.

Later 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.

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

So, he lost his ideal again and returned to his previous state of confusion. Until five years ago, the miraculous "entertainment brain imaging technology" appeared.

The guy who has always been uninterested in the real world has found the meaning of his existence in the virtual world. It is completely different from a heavily polluted industrialized city. As long as you use brain imaging equipment, you can enter the real "different world"!

There is no annoying noise, no haze and acid rain, and no strange looks from others. In his opinion, the virtual world is much "pure" than the real world. If it weren't for the need to be bound by the human body, the virtual world would be more suitable for living.

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

Standing in the middle of the bloody venue, the man seriously injured stretched out his hand to pinch the boy's wrist, with an amazing force:

"So, the man just found his 'family' and was about to die under the knife of his family. What do you think...what is this story?"

“Ahhhhhh…”

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

"I... don't want to..."

A young man who has served in the Soviet superpowered forces since childhood has experienced the feeling of having a "family" for the first time, but now he is destroying all of this with his own hands.

"I will never..."

The boy roared and fell to the ground. The "leader module" behind the neck lit up a dazzling red light. Lin Chi used his remaining left hand to tie Zhen's back neck and tried his best to try to tear the thing off.

When he encountered the "Chief Module", the burning pain spread through the bone armor to the palm of his hand. But even so, Lin Chi did not let go, but just used all his strength and pulled it hard.

Click!

A large piece of flesh flew out of the back of the boy's neck. A square metal block flew out from the blood everywhere, and was thrown to the ground by Lin Chi, and stepped into pieces!

As the leader module disappeared, Zhen's dark eyes turned back to its original green color, and he collapsed to the ground weakly, and the wound on his neck was still bleeding.

"Okay..." Lin Chi whispered, and another mouthful of blood was spitting out of his mouth.

Then, he fell to the ground with the boy beside him, and he didn't even have the strength to move.

He knew that although the chief module on Zhen was removed, they were still in the closed area of ​​Pulse Entertainment. If they didn't leave quickly, it would be bad when the "manager" mentioned by the executioner arrived.

However, Lin Chi now has no strength to move.

The severe pain from dozens of wounds all over the body broke out together, and even if it was known to be a virtual space, it was completely unbearable. This level of pain could no longer be solved by just "psychological hints".

——So, are you going to die here?

Realizing this, Lin Chi didn't say much, but just raised his head and looked at the collapsed blood field around him, as well as the boundless dark void outside the bloody wall.

...

At the same time, in the real world, at Lin Chi's home, the dance robot on the sofa had already 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 although his data is still operating normally, a trace of emotional "panic" rarely appears in the consciousness of always thinking with absolute rationality.

"you……"

An electronic sound that could not convey emotions sounded in the robot's speakers. Frankenstein raised his little head and stared at the game warehouse tightly, waiting for the moment when the hatch door opened.

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

As time passed by minute by minute, there was still no sign of opening the cabin door. The living room was filled with deathly silence, and the dark red lights on the city street outside the window were lit.

Another night has come.

High-speed express trains on the street are galloping in closed pipelines, most of which are autonomous vehicles, carrying men and women who have just gotten off work or are about to go to work, galloping in a steel-cast city.

The world is still operating normally, and it will not pause for a moment because of anyone, but...

"You... won't be back..."

The dance robot lowered his head and leaned against the sofa as if he had lost his soul.

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

...

Bang!

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

The man wearing an old jacket and pale complexion turned around in surprise, but saw that the bloody space just created by the child had begun to collapse!

"Ah?" The executioner made a shocked sound, raised his thin right hand and rubbed his eyes.

Although he was still suspected that he had read it wrong, the space was indeed collapsed. In other words... the young man who seemed invincible to him had been completely defeated!

"What a joke..."

The executioner muttered, pulled out his beheading axe "Andria", lowered his body and rushed back towards the collapsed blood field.
Chapter completed!