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The wings of the laboratory base are powerful, and the vitality is unyielding.

The cannonballs were connected into a curtain of light in the sky, as bright as the firelight of day, revealing the dim body of the white dragon again and again, placing it in the light, giving a loud and rough impact.

The white dragon twisted into an S-shape swings its tail and the tail wings rise, providing both lift and violent. The database located at the bow of the schooner watched the sight of a swaying ship being lightly shattered by the dragon's tail, and the shattered fireworks bloomed, and my heart became more and more sad. The heart of the hour was still beating inside the laboratory, making it crazy little by little, like a bewitching female. What it is pursuing, it should know itself. After having that heart, the dream world will be centered on the spirit of time, revolving around the sun, revolving little by little, revolving little by little, bringing up the gravitational field of the entire galaxy.

Most importantly, the sun's brilliance will burn everything out. The three laws will slowly disappear from its body, and no matter how great the dream book is, it will not escape after all.

The dragon chirps, distorting everything around it into a blur of light, and the colors are blurred, turning it into a dirty canvas. The database held on to the cable, and the muzzle at the bottom of the diagonal slope created the densest cannon fire according to the ultimate theory of its creation. Whether it is the bullet line or the attack density, no one can match. The sailboat turned, and the centrifugal force made her half-kneel on the deck, and there was a close contact with Shi Ling's big eyeball—it flew too close.

It's a bit bad, I'll have to recalculate the attack range again.

It was still approaching, and the rudder in its hand was spinning quickly, but unfortunately it couldn't escape the swaying of the waves, and the schooner, which had been bitten by the other party, swayed and leaned against the white dragon. Its scars were unusually white, as white as stars, and even the scars became insignificant. The dragon's whiskers brushed over my head, hissing strange songs with the sound of the wind.

"Can you give it back to me? I need it. ”

"Don't ask me, I don't know anything."

My creation will not stop there!

Another three-masted galleon rushed forward with a cone on its bow.

The white dragon wrapped itself around the schooner like a baby in swaddling clothes, and let the cone stab into the belly of the schooner, and the crumbs mingled into my screams, and the obvious defects of the creature were exposed at this time.

Completely obedient to orders, there is no freedom to die on the battlefield.

It was when I first arrived at the Black Tower, and there was no concept in my consciousness that was my sincerity and awareness of staying here. I am a perfect person, and I am also a defective product.

"New kid, scared, aren't you?"

Uncle, the former director of the laboratory of the "Optical Drive Hut" in the Black Tower, stood behind the seammy bird, and another little girl from the White Tower.

"Who are they?"

"They're all your companions, friends, and people you can trust in the future."

I understand that the things in the dream, the key does not have the support of the three laws as a basis for existence, and this place has long been turned into a sea of fire, screaming and screaming.

"Hello, I, Seameye Bird, the new researcher of "Dream Disk", an analytical researcher of the subordinate Black Tower Database. ”

The smile on her face showed my panic.

"Hello, sister,"

Newcomer, from Baita, she doesn't seem to like to talk, or is it a little hesitant and nervous in her heart?

"I'm a newcomer to collecting data for seams."

She then said her name, but I didn't pay attention to it because I was lazy. On the other hand, my old client told me that since only two people have the same control as you, I will leave it at that, and it will be enough for me to remember her as she is.

I don't need the name of the concept as a way to describe the object.

The name or anything, it doesn't matter at all. There will always be people who will be forgotten by their own name, remembered by their own deeds, and the latter, until they are remembered by the world, the name has no effect.

Since then, I have been working as a new database manager until now.

Collect all the "dream genes" that can be stripped of in the dream world and store them in order to uncover the history of the Black and White Tower and the myth of the creation of the dream world. Because of these two purposes of research, many people have worked hard to achieve this, and have collected many [genes] that I have never seen before, and sent them here. They passed through the palms of my hands, through my eyes, through my heart, and then quietly lay down in the depths of the laboratory, into eternal sleep.

A blueprint outlining the creation myth of the dream world, ukiyo-e, slowly flowed out of her brain, and she stared at this irresistible epic every day, feeling that she was sucked into it, and she couldn't get out again.

"The blueprint has appeared."

"Where?"

"In my heart."

I pointed to my chest, but wondered if I should put my finger on my head. The seammy bird looked at me with a confused expression, reminding me of the way I used to look up at the starry sky. It is with this feeling that I am amazed by the purity of the starry sky. So, with this in mind, I embarked on my own path. Like people in reality, life is neutral, it is not biased towards any one person, but at some point, it will glance its eyes at those who are trying to shine brightly, so that these stars can serve as a foil to the moon.

I managed to get a piece of the blueprint, but it took me a lifetime.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? The history of dreams is colorful and changeable. ”

I made a scroll and slowly unfolded it, and the ukiyo-e and gongbi paintings inside outlined my world, the revelation I had received from those [genes].

"Definitely. This also shows that our work has been going quite smoothly! ”

She shook her head, the dream disk on her waist jingled, and the hands of the dream disk shook as her mood fluctuated.

"I think when the next database arrives, I will be able to tell them about my world."

"But, there's no next one."

I don't understand the meaning of this sentence.

"You're, the last, and the first."

"Why?"

"There has always been only one person in charge of the database, and they have all sketched out a corner of the blueprint, but they can only sketch a corner of the blueprint, and then they realize that this is a thing that is beyond their own lifespan, or time. Therefore, you will be respected by all the people in the Black Tower, both spiritually and materially. ”

"I'm a little ashamed to say that."

I never thought about giving up, but I knew she was trying to persuade me to give up.

"The people after you will follow in your footsteps and unveil another face of history, but they will not see the next expression of history. Because, times and time are always changing, and you are just an entourage standing behind them. ”

I said to myself, looked at myself, traced myself.

She was a little surprised.

"Don't you remember? What the old patron told you. ”

"Sorry, I don't remember at all, I just remember what I had to do, I forgot what it was like in the beginning."

"Hey~ Okay then."

She jumped past the plaza in front of the Optical Drive Cottage, as if looking for a childhood hopscotch, a blurred chalk imprint.

Angry, I shrank my body and crushed the sailboat, and I held the key and flew lightly between its teeth, searching for the "keyhole" on the dragon's body.

Human cognitive capacity is limited.

Lighthouses are signposts that guide the way, but they do not guide the final destination.

The next candidate for the database stood in front of me, with a serious face and sadness on his lips.

I can't remember what my expression was at the time.

"I'm going to keep going, and I don't need to prepare a candidate."

The newcomer was very confused.

"I'll finish the blueprint myself, I don't need your help, please go back."

The other party is a creator from Europe, and he has more edges and corners than me as an Asian.

"Your usher, you're very old, aren't you?"

My key, hanging on my chest, was pointed out by him, and that was where the heart was. When I first introduced the blueprint to Seameck, I pointed my finger here, but I realized that it was wrong. I ignored him, the key was my guide, and on the day I made my wish I found it stuck in my door, while my parents were sleeping.

"Please come back."

Perhaps blocked by my selfishness, he sighed and turned away from the Black Tower. People talked a lot about it, and they all said that after I became a database, I was guided by the demons of "dreams", and I couldn't see what reality was.

"Please come back."

The key was inserted into the white dragon's body, and just as I was about to turn, the keyhole snapped the key, and the dragon head raised and threw me at the bow of the three-masted galleon. A huge cone spur passed through my arm, adding a hole in my back. The clothes departed from the skin, and the firelight revealed the girl's whiteness.

"Don't think!"

In the midst of the cannon fire, the white dragon's body wrapped around the vine-like current, tearing open the last keel structure of the sailing ship, and rushed towards the huge butterfly wings with the momentum of opening the bow. It has the ability to catch up with the "Optical Drive Cabin", and the previous time was just looking for me to theorize.

At an altitude of nearly three thousand meters, the air is thin, unlike the edge of the Earth's atmosphere, where the dusk of daylight meets the clouds. Above, on the other side of the dream area, the White Tower.

The outer area of the White Tower, to be precise.