This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 589: I don’t want to be a human anymore! (Thanks to the Silver Alliance of “World Hall” for the reward!!)
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To say that the most complex and sophisticated instrument on this planet is undoubtedly human beings themselves.
All man-made things born in the Age of Prosperity are nothing compared to the miraculous craftsmanship of nature.
Even if they spent their short lives, the scholars of the old days could not completely decipher all the secrets hidden by the Creator in this living organism.
This "machine" is almost omnipotent.
Although he always has more unsolved problems than solved ones, in the face of time, all known problems seem to be eventually solved.
However, this machine is not designed for a single purpose, so it will inevitably have its limits in specific fields.
And want to break through this boundary——
You must give up your identity as a human being.
The moment you wake up from the resurrection point, the midnight killing of the chicken is decided.
In order to become stronger——
He is no longer a human being!
At least this life is over!
……
"Have you thought about it? Once you embark on this road, heavy shackles will accompany you for life, and you will never have the chance to look back... quack quack."
The Great Stone Military Industrial Building.
Prosthetic modification laboratory.
Looking at the man lying on the operating table, Yin Bosi had a twisted smile on his face.
While he could have smiled more amiably, he didn't really want to.
The engineers and doctors nearby have long been accustomed to their boss's bad taste and have become accustomed to it.
All construction tools have been prepared, including saws, wrenches, hammers, countless flexible robotic arms and various cutter heads suspended above the operating table.
As long as the customer nods his head in front of the camera lens and establishes the final status of life and death, they can immediately start extensive construction on this guy's body.
However, what made Yin Bosi slightly disappointed was that the man lying on the operating table did not show any fear or anxiety because of his words.
That crisp reply was as if the person lying on the operating table was not himself at all, but something else.
"Hurry up! Don't wait any longer."
Looking at this guy who started urging him, Yin Bosi was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile.
"As you wish."
After saying that, he waved.
The doctors and engineers waiting aside didn't waste any time and immediately started working on the equipment.
Lying on the operating table, he simply killed the chicken at midnight. He closed his eyes and didn't even look at the **** scene. He went offline to do other things.
The human skeleton determines the basic framework of the human being and also determines the upper limit of the human being.
Even if the quality of a powerful awakened person in a certain field far exceeds that of ordinary people, it will not break away from the category of human beings and become a monster.
Therefore, the first thing Jushi Military Industry has to do is to replace the entire vertebrae, as well as the bones in various parts of his legs, arms, etc., replace the calcium salt with titanium alloy, and replace the complex bioelectricity with a pure electronic control unit. Exchange of signals and chemical signals.
Then, the construction workers replaced his original organic skin with sheets of 10mm thick special prefabricated steel plates, and used complex and reliable motors and power units to fill him with this huge car that was more than a circle in size. 's body.
There was a buzzing sound in the operating room.
Sometimes it was the sound of sawing bones, sometimes it was hammering metal, and sometimes it was the buzzing sound of arc welding. Blood plasma flew everywhere, and burnt charcoal residue fell on the ground.
This is not like an operating room, but more like a workshop.
This is indeed the case.
Under the flicker of electric sparks, a "metal giant" nearly three meters tall and burly and majestic gradually took shape.
His left arm is attached to a one-meter-long chain saw, which can be replaced with the manipulator at the front end, while his right arm is a 19mm caliber XB-1 "Roarer" bolter of the same type. The barrel is foldable like the one-meter-long chain saw, and can also be replaced with the manipulator on the front of the forearm.
It can be used as a heavy rifle to fire armor-piercing rounds, or as a support equipment to fire air-burst grenades of the same caliber.
As for the power source of the armor, it is a metal hydrogen battery weighing three kilograms, with a battery life of up to one week.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is a walking woodcutter + a self-propelled recoilless gun, and he also has front armor with a thickness of 30mm.
The helmet is the hardest part.
After all, that is the place with the most flesh and blood left in the entire body. It is also the center of information processing for the entire armor, so it naturally needs to be protected intensively.
If possible, Midnight Killer actually plans to install two rocket launchers on his chest.
But unfortunately, this suit of armor was not ordered by him, but a new experimental product made by Jushi Military Industry. As a "guinea pig", he only has the right to choose whether to wear this free prostitution equipment, and does not have the right to DIY.
The entire suit of armor was designed entirely by the product research and development department of Jushi Military Industry. The name of the project is the "Power Warrior" project.
As the name suggests, wearable power armor directly replaces the redundant burdens on the human body, thereby creating self-propelled armor driven by humans.
With this design, you can still survive even if your heart is punctured, because there is no such thing as a heart, instead it is a blood pump with a simple structure. The digestive system has also been completely omitted, replaced by a feed port for the input of nutrient solution and a waste port for the removal of metabolites.
As the transformation progresses, this weapon system called "Power Warrior" has completely become a part of Midnight Killer's body.
Standing next to the operating table, Yin Bosi watched with an intoxicated smile on his face, admiring with satisfaction that the masterpiece he conceived was gradually taking shape.
This was his idea after watching the combat video of the Jungle Corps.
In pursuit of greater power, those green-skinned guys actually transformed themselves into half-meat, half-mechanical iron lumps.
In his opinion, this idea is simply great!
It is worthy of vigorous promotion in the society of organisms!
If the residents of Boulder City had such high awareness and pursuits, Jushi Military Industry would have become the world's number one military industry company!
Unfortunately, most people are opposed to using mechanical prostheses to replace body parts. On the contrary, those "flashy" bionic prostheses are more popular.
Most mercenaries only cautiously install one or two prosthetics when they have to.
Fortunately, there is no shortage of good people with high-level interests and pursuits in the Alliance.
They have completely different ideas from ordinary people, even to the point of being deviant in the eyes of ordinary people. They are extremely receptive to all kinds of weird mechanical prosthetics, and they dare to install any inexplicable parts on their bodies.
With the support of such a group of lovely people, more professional equipment, and rich experience in designing combat prosthetics, there is no reason why Jushi Military Industry cannot come up with something more awesome!
Yin Bosi is full of confidence in this.
His "Power Warrior" plan will innovate on the traditional "power armor" concept and completely integrate people and weapons into one!
This will be unprecedented!
Of course, because many bionic parts are too scarce and expensive, his design idea is even simpler and cruder than those of mutants' prosthetics, directly using machine structures to replace some parts that originally required the installation of bionic organs.
As for the power source, due to the lack of nuclear fuel, even if the Alliance has a black box that can make fusion batteries, it can only temporarily use chemical batteries instead.
However, even if there are countless inconveniences, they still cannot affect the power of this war machine.
This set of equipment is simply tailor-made for the Jungle Corps!
However, unlike Yin Bosi, who looked appreciative and intoxicated, the surgeon standing next to the operating table had a numb face.
Especially when he saw the intestines and minced meat discarded in the plastic bucket at his feet, he couldn't help but smack his tongue.
"...This guy is probably crazy."
"Be more confident, change 80% to 10% and you're right." After wiping the blood on the tablet terminal, an engineer wearing a hard hat couldn't help but complain, "Who in their right mind would Change yourself to look like this."
No doubt.
If one day he changes himself like this, his wife may have to divorce him before the next day.
No one would want to live with a monster. To become like this is basically equivalent to giving up all the attributes of a human being.
In the final analysis, why should we pursue strength and pursue this?
Isn’t it good to be an individual?
"Are all those guys living in shelters freaks?"
"What the hell, hand me the saw."
"Give."
Of course, in addition to the guys who had similar ideas to him, there were also people who looked at the iron lump on the operating table with admiration.
These guys are real warriors who gave up their lives in order to pursue the ultimate power that can fight against the many evils in the wasteland!
The engineer operating the tool respectfully installed the 19mm barrel that symbolized his identity, and tightened the last screw.
A power warrior costing as much as 500,000 yuan is now completed!
Midnight killer is still sleeping and has not woken up.
Yin Bosi stared at this perfect steel body for a while, admiring it. When his eyes rested on his face, he suddenly let out a light sigh and touched his chin.
This face...
Why does it look familiar to him?
I always feel like I’ve seen it somewhere?
At this time, Midnight Killer, who was lying on the operating table, shook his head, woke up from his sleep, and then sat up from the operating table.
The doctor next to him was startled and said quickly.
"Sir, you'd better not exercise strenuously now. Although we have given you tissue repair fluid to speed up wound healing, it's better for you to take it easy."
Hearing this kind reminder, Midnight Killer smiled innocently, raised his huge arm, and touched the back of his head with his unskilled robotic hand.
"It's okay, I feel almost recovered."
Although the recovery speed of players in the strength system is not as good as that in the physical system, it is still outstanding compared with several other systems.
He feels so good now!
I can’t wait to go to the nearby city immediately and find some crawlers to practice with.
Wrong——
With his current equipment, it would be a waste to find a Creeper to practice with. If he wanted to find one, he would have to find an evolved form like Tyrant or Decay Knight.
How to demonstrate the combat effectiveness of this equipment?
Looking at the midnight chicken that jumped off the operating table, Yin Bosi put away his previous suspicions and said with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Your recovery speed is indeed different from ordinary people. Generally speaking, even if you fully recover, the phantom pain and discomfort after surgery will last for about three or four days... How do you feel anyway?"
He knocked on the breastplate with his fist, listening to the crisp muffled sound, he grinned.
"I feel so full of strength that I can even twist my own head off!"
Yin Bosi coughed when he heard this and quickly gave instructions.
"I advise you not to do this... After all, this is equipment worth half a million yuan. If you die accidentally before going to the battlefield, I will not be able to recover the precious experimental data."
Midnight Killer said with a smile.
"Don't worry, I'm not stupid, how can I screw my own head for fun."
After that, he walked out the door.
The doctor on the side saw that he was about to leave and quickly stopped him.
"Wait a minute, in order to prevent possible rejection, I suggest you stay here for observation for a few hours before leaving."
Any foreign tissue entering an immunocompetent host will inevitably undergo rejection reactions of varying severity.
While this is technically something that can be eliminated, they have never given a client so many implants at once.
Midnight Killer waved his hand and said nonchalantly.
"It's okay, it's okay. If there's anything weird, I'll just come back and take a look. I've received a mission here and I have to go now."
"Task??"
The doctor was stunned for a moment and looked at him in surprise, as if he were looking at a monster.
Midnight Killer smiled heartily, nodded and said.
"Well, what a coincidence, I just came to work."
When he was offline, he was browsing the official website, and suddenly saw a pop-up window popping up on the taskbar. He couldn't help but feel itchy and immediately returned online.
Coincidentally, when he came up, the NPC next to the operating table happened to tighten the last screw on his "Power Warrior" system.
This operation was almost done on the spot!
"But..."
The doctor's expression was still hesitant, and he obviously wanted to persuade him again, but Yin Bosi stopped him.
"Let him go."
Looking at the young man who turned around and walked towards the elevator, Yin Bosi continued speaking slowly with an appreciative smile on his face.
"For such a positive child, you actually have the heart to pour cold water on his enthusiasm... Tsk, tsk, it's so inhumane."
The doctor turned around and looked at his boss with a dumbfounded look.
It’s okay to have no humanity...
Who is inhumane?
After a pause, Yin Bosi continued in a cheerful tone.
"Besides, I also want to see the actual combat data of this equipment early so that I can improve the next version."
He was extremely grateful for his original decision.
It's great to be a part of the Alliance!
……
Pinecone Farm.
The sunshine in winter is not strong, and is even a bit cold. It shines on people's faces as ice-cold as if they were soaked in cold water.
The confused expression is printed on every face in this settlement.
People looked at each other with fear in their eyes, as if they were looking at a wild beast, fearing that it would suddenly go crazy in the next second...
In fact, in a sense, the serfs living in a huge settlement like Pinecone Farm can be regarded as free people. They did not work in shackles, they were just tied to the land and were not allowed to leave the land beneath their feet without permission.
They are slaves, but not quite. They work 15 hours a day instead of 24 hours. They have their own property, but they do not own it outright, but only have the right to use "that part which the master permits him to use."
The average family here usually has a wooden house, a few children, a small piece of arable land or "allotment", and a few fruit trees.
The food grown in the allotted land is mainly eaten by themselves, and in addition to cultivating their own land, they also need to cultivate the farmer's fields.
If you want to use the farmer's mills, machines, fertilizers and other production tools, or the high-yielding seeds occasionally brought by wastelanders, you need to pay an additional tax.
Since there is no currency here, the type of tax is usually not fixed. Sometimes it is three chickens and fifteen eggs, sometimes two jars of jam, and it is usually announced at the beginning of the year.
This is for farming.
And if it is a hotel owner, a paper pulp manufacturer, or other craftsmen, the products that need to be worshiped will become something else.
Hangtou is a serf here, and he is the most common kind of serf.
Although this name is a bit strange, it is not strange at all when placed in Pinecone Farm.
His neighbor also had a young man named Bench. Unfortunately, half of his face was chewed off by his mother-in-law last night and he has passed away.
The memory of last night was not very clear. He only remembered that he went to bed very early and when he woke up, he was not lying in bed, but standing on the street with many people.
At that time, he was scared to death. He thought it was a miracle from the Holy Son, so he quickly knelt on the ground and prayed to the Holy Son...
It wasn't until the alliance broadcast what happened at night and saw corpses being carried out of the settlement and buried that he gradually remembered the memory of Mo Lake and realized what happened to himself and others. What happened...
That was a nightmare.
He was just glad that he and his family were still alive. Although they were crazy, they did not eat people or were killed.
Before dawn, he went to his neighbor's house to take a look and found that the crazy woman had hanged herself, leaving only a child huddled in swaddling clothes and crying there.
Maybe it was a mother's instinct, maybe it was because she had been chewing on her husband's body for a long time, but she did not eat the child as well.
Hangtou couldn't bear it anymore, so he took the poor child back to his home and gave him a name that was as scrawled as his father's.
From now on, the bench will change from a young man in his twenties to a half-grown child.
He will have to talk to the person in charge later.
I believe that the adult will understand him and count the child as his. And in this way, he will be able to pay less rations this winter.
In order to change his mood, he walked outside the house and took a deep breath. However, the lingering smell of blood made him feel unable to get better.
But now is not the time to be in a daze.
According to the rules, he must rush to the cowshed with farm tools before dawn and wait for the supervisor in charge to arrange today's work.
After running through several dirt roads, he panted and opened the fence and entered the door, finally reaching the cowshed before being late.
There were many people standing under the dilapidated wooden shed.
Seeing that everyone was almost here, Bangtou panicked, thinking that he would probably have to be whipped, so he walked over bravely.
However, at this time, he was surprised to see that the supervisor who usually guarded the door was missing.
Strange!
The sun is really shining in the west today!
Walking into the shed, Haotou soon realized that he seemed to be happy too early. It was not that the supervisor had not come, but was standing with several servants under the housekeeper to discuss something.
The heart that had just been relieved tightened again, and he walked over timidly.
"Sir..."
He was about to explain clearly what happened to Benbei's family and ask if he could pay less rations at the end of the year, but he was pushed aside impatiently by the supervisor.
"Get lost, I have no time to care about you."
Not even bothering to look at Hammer, he warned the mud-legged guy to stay away with his eyes, and then continued to discuss quietly with the servants.
"Commander Luo Feihui seems to have died too..."
"Don't he have a younger brother?"
"His brother is just a centurion, what good can he do!"
"It's difficult to handle, he seems to have the most ideas."
"Where are the other officers? What do they think?"
"It's hard to say..."
I vaguely heard the whispers of those people, and a confused expression appeared on Hammer's face.
What are they talking about?
What made him most uneasy was not the treacherous words they said, but the way they stood here and said them unscrupulously.
This settlement seems to be changing...
Unable to fit into that circle, Hammer could only go where he should go, standing with the farmers standing in groups.
Perhaps because they saw the supervisors talking about the master and his family unscrupulously, these guys who were usually obedient became bolder.
"The master is gone...what will we do."
"Oh, if he didn't want to plant those fruits and invited those magic sticks from the south to chant scriptures, how could this happen?"
"That's right! Isn't it good to grow Camu Camu?"
"There is nothing I can do about it, the camu camu can't be sold at a high price. The factory owners in the north don't accept it this year for some reason."
"Hey!"
Everyone sighed more and more as they talked, feeling worried about each other, but there was nothing they could do.
They were not entirely worried about the uncertain future, but more because they didn't know who to blame.
Yes.
Who is to blame?
Should we blame the factory owners in the River Valley Province for not taking care of their business, or should we blame the farms in the Luoxia Province for taking away their business? Or maybe it's the slanderous villain around the master, or the master himself is a little confused.
Of course, the alliance is not a good thing.
If they hadn't sneaked in and stimulated the group of magicians, those people would never have done such an extreme thing suddenly.
Songguomu Farm is the largest settlement in Jinhe City. Will sacrificing this settlement be of any benefit to the church?
They have joined the Torch Church a long time ago and dedicated everything to the Supreme Son. There is no reason for those people to come to harm them.
After all, this makes no logical sense at all.
The shepherd would occasionally take a sheep out of the pen and kill it, but no madman would kill all the sheep at once.
This is no good at all!
Looking at everyone shaking their heads and sighing, Hammer couldn't help but say.
"What are you talking about...doesn't the master still have a daughter alive?"
Everyone looked at each other.
A wrinkled man couldn't help but remind him.
"She is only eight years old."
"So what? Even if she is only eight years old...she still has the blood of the master and is also the heir of this farm. If such a big thing happens, she must take care of us." When saying this , Bangtou actually has a little selfishness in his heart.
The master is hard to deceive and has a hard heart, but the child should be easy to deceive. His nose and tears will definitely soften his heart.
If that lady is really allowed to be the farmer, the future life will definitely be easier. After all, he is just a farmer, so who should he farm for?
The farmer on the side agreed.
"Someone really has to take care of it."
Although he didn't think that an eight-year-old child could take care of anything, he agreed with the second half of this guy's sentence. Someone really had to take care of it.
Other farmers also nodded in agreement.
At this moment, a loud voice came from the side.
"That's right! It's not okay to continue like this. Someone really needs to take care of it!"
While talking, the supervisor came over.
When everyone saw that face, they dispersed in fear, but they did not expect that the man who usually had a fierce expression now had a warm smile on his face.
Ham is the most surprised.
Because just a few minutes ago, he was glared hard by the overseer.
That vicious dog-like look...
But he was almost scared out of his soul.
Not paying attention to everyone's scared expressions, the supervisor continued with a smile.
"Whether it's the respected young lady, the chief minister, or someone under the steward... there must be someone who can take charge of the overall situation."
Looking at the people whispering and even nodding in agreement, the smile on the overseer's face became brighter, although there was a bit of ridicule behind the smile.
These guys are simply born to be animals, like sheep in a sheepfold. Even if they were led outside, they wouldn't be able to go far at all.
The situation on this farm has changed. These guys are still thinking about what work to do today and whether they can pay less rations tomorrow.
Sure enough, slaves remain slaves for life.
But he is different.
What others saw was the sky falling, but what he saw was the hope of becoming a master.
Looking at the smile on the overseer's face, Hammer suddenly shuddered.
What made him shudder was not the coldness in the smile, and he couldn't see anything at that level, but that something like that happened just a few hours ago, and this guy could still laugh. .
The supervisor didn't look at him at all, but continued with his loud voice.
"Now is the time when future farmers need us. Let's go to the gate of the manor to petition together. We will support whoever is willing to come out and take charge of the overall situation."
"Who wants to go with me?"
If he can stand by the future master when he needs it most, with this merit, he might even be able to become the steward of the farm and reach the sky in one step!
However, he kept it in mind and cleverly used the term future farmer, so that even if he bet on the wrong thing, he could change his mind in a timely manner.
What if?
It is not entirely impossible if the officers reach a consensus and decide to support the young lady.
Everyone looked at each other, but they didn't think as much as he did, they were just plain scared.
There is an unwritten rule on this farm. Unless the steward orders them to help in the manor, they are not allowed to get close to the master's manor.
Moreover, farming is their job.
Running around before finishing work is not something you can get away with with just a few whips. You might even get shot.
Seeing the concern in those eyes, the supervisor smiled and continued.
"Don't worry, today is an exception! I can guarantee that even if you don't do farm work today, no one will punish you!"
After hearing these words, everyone finally put aside their worries and agreed excitedly, completely siding with the overseer.
Under the call of the supervisor, everyone carried farm tools and headed towards the manor. Although Hammer didn't want to get involved and just wanted to do farm work, seeing that everyone was gone, he had no choice but to follow.
Perhaps because of the horrific nightmare last night, there were no people on the relatively spacious streets, and there were no soldiers on patrol.
But when he arrived at the gate of the manor, the supervisor was dumbfounded. He saw that there was already a sea of people in front of the grand gate, and there were all kinds of people.
Obviously, he was not the only one with opportunistic ideas, and everyone happened to think of it together.
Unfortunately, the most critical person to stand up and take charge of the overall situation is missing.
No one is vying for the position of farmer here at all.
He neither saw the powerful officers, nor the eight-year-old young lady, nor the master's confidant housekeeper.
Only a few Alliance soldiers stood at the door.
Seeing more and more people gathering on the street, the man who was standing at the door to quit smoking felt a headache.
The alliance's Guards Corps has already controlled several officers on the farm. Those guys were very cooperative after seeing the power of the mind interference device, but they did not expect that the serfs who were least likely to cause trouble would actually cause trouble. got up.
The murderous dagger glanced at quitting smoking with a guilty look.
"What on earth do they want to do..."
These people just stood around and didn't say anything.
I quit smoking and swallowed.
"How could I know..."
They just received intelligence from the Army Command and heard that mutant troops were on their way here, but it was not clear from which direction they were coming.
The administrator asked them to be more careful and protect the psychic interference device located in the annex.
At this juncture, they have no time to care about these guys.
Staring like this was no solution. I quit smoking, cleared my throat, and shouted loudly in a less than standard human couplet.
"Friends from Pinecone Wood Farm, what are you doing here?"
There was a commotion in the crowd.
After a while, one person mustered up the courage to shout.
"We want to know...who the new farmer is and where the steward is. Someone has to arrange today's work."
Soon someone responded, and everyone nodded along.
"That's right!"
"Please...help us call the master here."
Harm!
That’s it!
Quiting smiled when he heard this and answered without thinking.
"Don't worry, there will be no more farmers here!"
"You have been liberated. The food you grow is your own. Go home!"
After finishing his pretense, he quit smoking and was waiting for people to cheer, but he didn’t expect that the calm scene immediately exploded as soon as he finished speaking.
Hearing that there were no more farmers here, Bangtou, who was standing in the crowd, felt panicked. Just as he was about to speak, the face of the supervisor next to him changed drastically, and he shouted before him.
"How can that be done!"
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(Thank you again for the Silver Alliance of Brother Jingjing! I’m so ashamed that I asked for leave yesterday... I’m really sorry. T.T)