The Original Seeker Chapter 578: Hope and despair
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"I will always find a chance to go back!" A middle-aged man gritted his teeth and pointed to the sky under the eternal warm sunshine of the desperate wasteland.
He was one of hundreds of spies who stayed and lurked on the earth as a human federation and tried to obtain intelligence on the White Land. During the years of pretending to be an ordinary person, his identity was exposed because of the betrayal of a traitor.
After refusing the request for confession, his consciousness was transferred to this virtual wasteland, and his body was put into the survival capsule, and the wasteland became his cell.
The desperate wasteland will be tired, hungry, and painful, but it will not die.
In this land of nothing, the imprisoned can do anything, but loneliness is an eternal theme, and they cannot hear any human voice.
"What is worth keeping up to now?" The system typed out a line of text.
Bai Zhi Dadi is actually quite tolerant to these people. As long as you confess everything you know and choose to stay here, everything in the past will be written off, you can also get full civil rights, and you can stay here and become an ordinary person.
"Free!"
"Does it make sense?" Another line of cold words, "Live freely in hell."
"That is a normal world, and here is hell!" The slight thirst and hunger did not move the man. Perhaps he has completely adapted to the desperate world, the kind of touch that can't be escaped all day long. Thirst and hunger.
"..." The system did not answer any more.
"I will hold on until the day when **** bursts!" The middle-aged man yelled, and then he started writing on the ground again.
The days in the Desperate Wasteland are really boring. There is only the eternal sun in the sky, no books, no newspapers, no internet, no people, and all sources of information are cut off.
But in the virtual world, people don't have to make any effort to survive, so it is very easy to fall into a state of boredom.
In order to fight against the boredom in his heart, he had to rely on his only memory to try to create something.
Pictures on the earth, poems on the earth, prose on the earth, novels on the earth...
"Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy Eight..."
You can’t do anything in the desert, but it’s a virtual world. There is no problem if you don’t eat or drink. You can’t die if you want to. In order to persevere and not be overwhelmed by boredom, middle-aged men write all the way. The story in my mind.
Using the stone as the pen and the ground as the paper, I carved it with difficulty.
"For the sake of faith, how far can a person be?" Bai Mo glanced at the desperate wasteland where the man was.
He doesn't actually care about the so-called intelligence of the other party. As long as he is willing to consume psionic energy, he can even use Skynet to trace back all the scenes of the other party from birth to now. There is no such thing as an ordinary person who does not confess. .
It's just that Bai Mo is particularly interested in the will, because he knows that to overwhelm Taoism, a strong will is absolutely essential, so he let this stubborn guy go.
"If you don't give up until the two thousand chapters, I will give you a good luck." Looking at the prisoner buried in the lettering, Bai Mo recalled that many years ago, he was still an ordinary person who chased novels every day, watching The author who delayed the change wanted to close it and forced the update.
The time flow of Despair Wasteland is three to one compared to the outside world. Ten years of sleep outside is equivalent to staying in the wasteland for thirty years.
There are hundreds of federal spies imprisoned in the Desperate Wasteland, all of whom have received special counter-interrogation training. It is difficult to let them relax because of physical pain.
However, most of this group of people finally broke down in this painless, endless boredom, crying and confessing everything in exchange for the opportunity to leave this desperate place.
There are only a dozen steel warriors like middle-aged men who have persisted until now.
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"Praise the divine body, praise the psychic energy!" In room 404 of a certain house, Lin Yuedong, who had recently awakened from a deep sleep, turned around happily with the girl in his arms.
"My art of transformation is finally realized!"
The innocent teenager who once determined to study the art of transformation and turn his little female cat into a cat girl. After more than ten years of unremitting efforts, he became an expert in this direction and was sleeping in the virtual world. In the middle of the year, a mature road was worked out.
Transformation is a spiritual art that involves the combined effects of multiple psionic systems throughout the body. It is so difficult to develop, no less than some terrifying forbidden art, which he has tossed for more than ten years Just come up with the reason for such a little result.
Of course, there are also cost-effective factors. Apart from him, few people are still interested in tossing in this boring field. After all, not only will the combat effectiveness not be increased after the transformation, but the output in various aspects will even be greatly reduced.
"Twelve hours." The girl in her arms said with her arms around Lin Yue's moving neck in a rather unskilled and ambiguous posture.
"What twelve hours?"
"My transformation can only last twelve hours at a time, idiot!"
"How come, my calculation can't be wrong!" Through the application of the system, he still looked like a teenager with a face of disbelief.
"The psionic energy in the cat is limited. Your model assumes that the psychic energy is unlimited! Stupid, idiot, idiot!" The girl who has been accustomed to the cat body originally wanted to have a face, but forgot that she is now a human being. The hands of his face failed.
"Let me Kangkang." Lin Yuedong was over-excited, accidentally even surging out the native dialect he learned when he was a child, and said it was Kang.
He was holding the cat-like girl up and down to look up and down~IndoMTL.com~ habitually thinking about the shortcomings.
"The cat's ears and tail are normal, that is, the cat hair on the wrists and ankles needs to be gone..."
"What are cat ears and a normal tail?" The girl angrily said, "It's not your evil taste!"
"Come on, put on the skirt, don't let the neighbor think I'm a pervert." Lin Yuedong took the girl who had just turned from a cat and hadn’t had time to put on the sofa and put it down on the sofa, and then skillfully moved from the dark corner of the wardrobe Take out a floral dress.
On the back waist of the dress, a small opening was made to make it easier to put the tail.
"This is a popular style more than ten years ago, how long have you been thinking about it today..." As for the word abnormal, the girl is too lazy to vomit.
"My dear chocolate, it has been eighteen years, and it took me eighteen years, from a college student who didn’t know anything, to the current president of the Demon Race Transformation Research Association."
"Forty-year-old single cat lover, Si Zhai steamed goose heart." Chocolate smiled like a flower, and gave Lin Yuedong a knowing blow.