There is no fundamental difference between the human brain and the mouse brain, and stacking the neurons of the mouse brain to a size of more than 2,000 square meters achieves the complexity of the human brain.

However, Li Xiantai still lacks a sample of a human brain, and he doesn't want to make fun of his own brain. He once asked Saber if her knowledge base was data on human brains, and the answer was yes. Still, he ultimately decided not to use his unreliable friend's data, and who knows where she would change it?

Therefore, Li Xiantai must personally find someone, a witty person, to contribute his brain to the great and bloody Demon Dragon Farm.

As long as it is a person, any person, Li Xiantai believes that even if this person is not witty, he can be trained to be extraordinary, and he is prepared for this, his operating table has prepared all the materials 24 hours a day, as long as the "victim" comes.

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St. Juliana's Hospital.

Here lies an unlucky vegetative man, Tsuruta Mizumo-kun.

He turned into a vegetative state in order to save his girlfriend. Naturally, my girlfriend was very moved, and she came to the hospital to cry a little on the third day and cry a lot on the fifth day.

However, a year later, his girlfriend has accepted the tragic ending that Shui Sujun can't wake up again, and is back to her own life.

She originally decided to come to Shui Sujun every month, but after finding out that her new boyfriend didn't like it, she had changed to come once every six months, and she would come secretly.

This decision is unreliable, because she is busy with life, she actually forgot her plan, and when she suddenly remembers it, she will definitely regret it.

"In place" of her, it was a strange teenager.

The little nurse smiled and said, "Who are you a patient?" ”

The boy shook his head: "It's nothing, I just heard that there is a vegetative person here, and I came curiously." ”

The little nurse was attracted by the cute boy, and while helping to clean up the patient, she took the initiative to chatter: "So that's the case...... It's a pity that this patient is a top student at the University of Tokyo, but now he is lying here, unable to do anything, and his girlfriend is no longer coming. ”

Boy: "It's so pathetic...... If you were him, would you rather live like this, or die like this? ”

Little nurse: "I could have waited for three years, but our hospital failed to apply for subsidies from the city government, and the hospital's leaders are trying to cut the budget, I'm afraid he will be declared brain dead in another month." ”

Boy: "Oh......"

Only then did the little nurse answer that question: "Now medicine is advancing rapidly, but he is a poor child from a single-parent family, and his family cannot afford medical expenses." If it were me, I would at least like to wait until three years later, the Lun family hasn't tasted love yet......"

Speaking of the back, the little nurse glanced at the cute boy, but unfortunately the boy seemed to be more interested in vegetative people and kept staring at the hospital bed.

The little nurse was bored, and when she finished tending to the patient, she withdrew, and when she passed the ward again, and looked inside curiously, she found that the boy was gone, and what was even more terrifying was that the patient was gone.

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Flying dust.

On the abutment of a towering pyramid, a young man awakens.

The flying dust in the sky was suffocating, and the young man coughed suddenly.

"Mikage?" The young man suddenly remembered a man's name and shouted, but unfortunately no one responded.

"Mikage Smoke—" he continued.

He stood up and walked towards the edge of the mysterious tower, his magnificent meandering river flowing into the beauty of the endless bay.

However, the beauty seems to be forever obscured by a thin layer of flying dust, which seems to be a fly in the ointment.

"You're calling your girlfriend's name? What a good name. A voice rang out behind him.

As soon as the young man turned around, the middle-aged man in a strange robe, he tried his best to see the faces of the visitors, but found that his eyes could not focus well, and the faces of the people who always came were blurry.

"Who are you? Where is this? What happened? The young man set off the cannon.

The man in the robe: "This is the great Astapor, I am the master here, now, there are very few people here, but in the future, there will be many people, all of them will call me 'Good Lord'." You, too, will be no exception. ”

Young man: "I ...... I remember I'm dead, here's ......" The spectacle of flying dust in the sky made him have bad associations.

Robed Man: "Hehe, yes, you can put this boundary." Only the dead can come to My Great Astapor. ”

Young people's spiritual shock: "The ...... of the underworld"

Man in the Robe: "What? Scared? You're all dead, what's more to fear? ”

Young man: "I ...... Never see my lover again? ”

The man in the robe: "Forget her, she already has a new love, just like a new sprout on a spring branch." ”

The young man fell to his knees weakly and burst into tears.

The robed man stroked his head: "Everyone is dead, and they are still so useless." Really not a good fighter. ”

Young man: "Warrior? ”

Robed Man: "That's good. There were only three kinds of people in Astapor, workers, warriors, and masters. It's like an ant colony, with worker ants, soldier ants, and queen ants. ”

Young man: "So...... Are you the master? ”

Robed Man: "Yes. Why else should you call me 'Good Lord'? Now, you have to choose whether to become a fighter or a worker. ”

Young man: "Why? I don't like this premise! Can't I be the master? ”

The robed man laughed: "I didn't think you were still chivalrous, you could defeat me and take my position, but, obviously, this is impossible, my strength is beyond your imagination." ”

Young man: "What do workers live for?" What are the warriors alive for? And what is the owner? All of this is unreasonable! ”

Man in the Robe: "Didn't I tell you about it?" You're dead. Having fallen into my Astapor, I will be a slave for the rest of my life, working and fighting, never stopping. ”

Young man: "What if I don't say yes?" Can you kill me again? ”

The man in the robe: "Slaves have no choice, well, but I am the 'good master', and in order to show my kindness, I have decided to give my slaves a welfare voucher, which you can use to have a drink in the wine shops around the pyramid."

If you work hard and fight well, you will also have the opportunity to summon a beautiful and sexy little sister from Mama-san. ”

Young man: "This ...... Life in the underworld seems to be similar to that in Tokyo......"

The robed man laughed, "Yes, young man, you can think like this, it's just that our Astapor's rules are a little cruel. Those who are unwilling to work and fight will be thrown into the arena and become the object of entertainment for everyone. ”

Young man: "I'll be killed in the arena?" Isn't complete death a relief? ”

Robed Man: "Yes, death is a gift, a rare gift. Because, I will bring the dead back to life and continue to be entertained, and all you will feel is pain and humiliation again and again, until you are willing to become a warrior. ”

The young man gritted his teeth: "You...... Not a good lord, but an evil spirit. Only the devil can deprive human rights like this! ”

The man in the robe: "Hmm...... My heart is unknown, and alas, I can only stand at the top of the pyramid, alone and admire myself. ”

Young man: "Phew! ”

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It's amazing that there is only one audience in the huge arena - the good master.

In the center of the wide arena, there was already a participant wearing a mask.

There are only two types of masks, black and red, and the gladiators who have already entered the arena wear black, and the young people who enter later can only choose red.

Miraculously, the young man had no idea when the mask was put on his head.

The young man did not want to fight, and one of his great swords, lazily pinched, like a fruit knife for peeling apples.

Surprisingly, the black-masked buddy on the opposite side also seemed to be standing lazily opposite, also using the extremely sharp sword as a fruit knife.

Although the other party's face, the young man has a feeling - this buddy seems to be very familiar.

The two sides confronted each other for 10 minutes without moving, and the Red Mask Gladiator simply threw his great sword on the ground.

The other party was very surprised, but he actually clenched the iron sword, because the voice of the good lord sounded in his ears: "There is a girl in the wine shop who looks like Mikage Xun, don't you want to go?" Kill him and you'll get a very good welfare voucher. ”

The black gladiator finally moved, and walked forward step by step.

The red gladiator wanted to say something, but found that he suddenly became incomplete, and all the notes emitted became the bird cry of "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the River Continent".

The black gladiator had already raised the butcher's knife, and the survival instinct of the red gladiator suddenly made him pick up the big sword again, however, the black butcher's knife was still happier than he who abandoned the knife, and with a thud, a bloody light flew sideways, and a sharp pain in the heart rushed to the nerves of the red gladiator.

"Ahhh

At the instigation of the good master, the two gladiators with the same ability finally began to fight to the death, and the short sword was constantly stained with each other's or their own blood.

All the grief and angry roars of the wounded beasts turned into the bloody cries of "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the River Continent", and this strange sound will stay with them for the rest of their lives, tossing and turning in daily nightmares.

The two gladiators were both scumbags, and the red gladiators were scumbags because they were slashed first, and they turned into scum, but they still lost the competition. The fatal blow came from the abdomen, and the intestines were scattered all over the place, like Shakura Kaede's visceral doll: the black rabbit with seppuku.

As long as they have died once, they have been injured once, and the gladiators who have been thrown into the arena will no longer feel that this is a game or a dream, and the feeling of severe pain is heartbreaking, and they 100 feel the proper meaning of life: fear.