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Sixteen came as scheduled, but no one celebrated my birthday. I spent more than 400 points to redeem a sweet cake and ate it alone in the cafeteria. No candles, no blessings, no wishes, just the sweetness of the cake itself. I tried to divide the cake into as many portions as I could, pretending that there were many people with me. I closed my eyes and made a wish, praying that someone would still be willing to be friends with someone like my dog. I opened my eyes and a girl sat in front of me, and she smiled at me in a friendly way.

"Happy birthday." She said.

I'm sure I don't know her, maybe she's new. "Thank you, let's eat together." I say. I didn't ask her name, there was no need for this, there was no name in the factory, only a number, and her number was clearly written on her chest, four or five. Her breasts are also good, although she is thin and small, the curve of the bulge of her breasts fits my palm shape just right, and I subconsciously judged it.

She didn't notice that I was speculating on her boobs, picked up the cake and put it in her mouth. "It's so sweet." "The first time I had a cake, I had only heard it in a story before," she laughs. What's your name? ”

I pointed to the number on my chest and said, "I'm OneThree-Seven." ”

The girl reacted, and she introduced herself: "I'm Four-Five-One." ”

That's how I got to know Siwuyi, she is from a poor rural area like me, the difference is that I was deceived into coming to the factory, she came voluntarily. The reason she came to the factory was simple, because it was a place where there was enough to eat. Hunger began to rage again, and groups of people died of hunger. I don't know if my parents will be exempt from hunger, but I do know that the empire has produced 100 million tons of food this year, and the entire empire has only 50 million people.

Four-Five became a good friend of mine, and she didn't know who my deputy was, and even said that she had no sense of hierarchy. She is like a wild girl, not domesticated by anyone. Perhaps it was this little innocence that infected me, and I completely put down the shelves in front of her and laughed together. I will deliberately take care of Si Wuyi and bring her some colored gadgets that can only be bought outside the factory. She always asks me where I can redeem these things, and she wants to exchange some in return.

Four-Five couldn't get something with color, so she decided to make one of her own. She made a little rag doll, which was ugly, but I loved it. We ate together, stepped together, talked together, and slept together. However, the longer I spent with Four-Five-One, the more worried I became, and this worry increased as Four-Five-One's chest grew.

I began to feel that things were going in a bad direction, and one day I mustered up the courage to ask her, "Do you like me?" ”

"I like it." She said.

"Can you sleep with me, then?" I asked bluntly.

Perhaps my bluntness scared her, she shook her head and ran away. She disappeared for three days, and three days later she returned to the Labor Department, almost blind from crying. When she saw me, she started crying again, hugging me tightly and whimpering. She said vaguely, but I knew what she was trying to say. I guessed as soon as I guessed, and the bad thing I expected still happened, and the leader launched the "First Night Power" on 451. It was as if someone had stabbed me in the heart, and it hurt a lot, but I didn't dare to hurt it.

"I want to get out of here." She said.

I also want her to get out of here, but the price of leaving is 300,000 points, and my points with her are far from enough. "I'll get you out of this place quickly." I lied.

That night I used a lot of skill to bring her to an unprecedented peak, and then went back to sleep.

Perhaps the gods really saw our suffering and sent blessings, and the gods openly called women who could sing and dance, and I heard that they wanted to form literary and artistic soldiers. It is said that literary and artistic soldiers have many advantages, such as propaganda and agitation, invigorating military prestige, enlivening the cultural atmosphere of the army, and strengthening military exchanges...... But what I don't know is that literary and artistic soldiers can also comfort the army.

I used up all my points to exchange for cash, and then stupidly signed up for 451. There are three ways to register, one is to have a certificate of relevant work, the second is that the virgin is still alive, the third is to pay enough registration fees, and the third method does not exist in any regulations or literature. I exchanged all the points I had earned for three years for silver coins at once, and then spent money to send the woman I loved into the fire pit.

I watched her sing on stage and shocked everyone with her singing. She had already stepped into the door of the Cult with both feet, and I was so excited that I cried. The examiner also stood up to cheer her on, and she left my world in the brightest gesture. I'm back to my daily stampede life, it's not scary to be without four or five in my life, at least she'll be fine in another place. I thought this way until I saw Four-Five in the video shortly after, and her shocking voice was completely hoarse, when she was crushed under another man.

For the first time, I understood the meaning of skipping images with points, and I was deeply impressed by the wisdom of the leader. Day and night, the nightmarish image kept coming to me, and I kept skipping it with points. Until one day the points are exhausted, and the image is unavoidable. I closed my eyes and didn't look, but all I could hear was her hoarse cry, everywhere.

The boss called me to his studio, where the video was playing. I closed my eyes, but the leader grabbed me by the neck and pressed me to the image, and he pulled my eyelids away, and the images in the image kept coming to my mind. My goddess is kneeling at the feet of another man, and I don't even have the power to escape. Something kept spinning in my eyes, and after a while, the world blurred.

"Follow me." The leader said, "You have as many women as you want, cry eggs." ”

Under the leadership of the wise and martial leader, I became the head of the labor department at the age of seventeen. To truly grasp the power, you can call every worker at will, you can sleep with every woman at will, and you can exercise the "right of the first night" openly. It's just that no matter how many women there are, no matter how many first nights they have, they can't change back to 451, so I keep the number 451 in my small box. I can look at the image of Four-Five-One and laugh without saying a word, but the real Four-Five-One has remained in my box forever.

Becoming the leader means having more information, and although my level still doesn't know the exact actions of the factory, I can still guess what the factory is doing with my keen information. The Factory is a secret agency of the Cult of God, and is mainly responsible for supporting some of the research above. As far as I know, there are only two kinds of research: how to find out what a person is thinking against his will, and how to kill tens of thousands of people in a matter of seconds without warning. Unfortunately, our factory is cooperating with the second study. The card maker will collect and seal this energy, and the huge energy will be sealed in a thin card, and then, as long as the card is thrown into the crowd, it will produce a big explosion, and it is not difficult to kill tens of thousands of people at once. Luckily, this practice is only theoretical, and no card-maker has been able to seal such a large and volatile amount of energy into a card.

Another unexpected benefit of being a boss is access to card-making books. It's definitely a huge attraction for me, and I want to have a battle card of my own, and I'm going to get revenge on everyone who has hurt me, every single one. This belief in revenge sustained me, and I abandoned almost everything that could easily shake my faith, slave girls, and pleasures...... The only thing I can't get rid of is bribery, I need a lot of points for money, I need money to buy materials to make cards.

I thought it would be hard to make cards, but I learned the symbolic arrangements in the introductory textbooks, and I was able to understand the meaning of each symbol arrangement as quickly as possible. As I continued to learn, something in my mind was awakened, a series of extremely delicate symbols, a carved pattern carved into the spine with a knife, and the things on that card suddenly poured out. Only then did I realize that the gods had already buried the treasure in my body, and that the gods had already chosen me as the hero to save the world.

I'm growing at an astonishing rate, and in two years I've become a master card maker. I only need to look at each card to understand how it works, and the world seems to have it in its grasp. I believe that with enough materials and time, there will be no problem at all. I didn't reveal it to anyone, and this growth had to be hidden, silent, and unnoticed. I needed a chance to bloom, when everyone was tied up, it was just me, only I was there like a hero to save the world, everyone cheered for me, everyone was shocked. However, I couldn't wait for this opportunity to bloom.

The boss suddenly decided not to do any more research, the factory was shut down at the first time, and all contracts were destroyed. Everyone was free all of a sudden, terrible freedom. The points were emptied, there was nothing left, and even the underground bank collapsed. Many people who have been in factories for a long time have lost the focus of their lives, and they have completely failed to adapt to life outside. These people sat outside the factory and cried, freedom in this moment equating to despair. Some of these people went crazy and some committed suicide, but whether they were crazy or suicidal, what little belongings they had on them were robbed.

I was beaten up for being a leader who kept oppressing them. I have 1,300 cards on me that can kill these mobs in an instant, but I don't fight back, and I can't be as familiar with ants. Freedom means that I have the opportunity to get in touch with the superior world, a world that I have dreamed of entering since I was a child, and I want to leave an indelible impression on the world with the most dazzling gestures. I don't want to go home, or I don't have a home, and in six years, the place called my hometown has already been devoured by famine.

I asked myself where I was going, and I pointed to the end of the world.

The end of the world is one meter farther than I imagined, and I can't cross that meter. I'm going to finish my final practice, and I'm going to earn myself the name of a god. I finally reached the end of the world, a vast ocean. I lived by the sea, fished, boiled salt. Once my life was stable, I started trying to fix the broken card. The card's symbols are completely arranged, except that the engraving is completely blurred. All I needed to do was to fix the carving, but it was so delicate that it took extraordinary effort and patience to restore it, not only with delicate techniques, but also with maximum stillness of the body.

After a long period of experimentation, I finally found the moment of relative stillness, between heartbeats. In order to reduce my heart rate to 30 beats per minute, I would swim 10,000 meters and dive for 30 minutes every day. I persevered for seven months to finally meet my standards, but the restoration was still slow. I only work in the dead of night and have to tie my right arm to the arm of a chair. I carved 278 carvings on the cards I used for the experiment, and I couldn't go wrong with any of them. I wasted more than 170 cards, and it took me three months to finally fix the broken card.

When the card was restored, there were huge waves on the sea. Without even thinking about it, I stuck the card on my spine, and I could feel the waves raging through my body, my muscles and bones being completely separated, and my blood vessels being twisted into pieces by the sea. I can feel it, but I don't feel the pain. The sea is gentle with me, and the cards are gentle with me, maybe the card has been with me for too long, maybe I've fixed it, so it's rewarding me.

I'm soft as water, I'm hard as ice.

Checks and balances, the name of the card. As soon as I meditate on the name, I feel a dull pain in my spine, and that's the imprint of the natal card. This card is truly a treasure trove with terrifying power that can kill 10,000 people in an instant, and I want to do anything that no one can stop. I feel that it is time for me to shine, it is time for me to accept the cheers of the crowd, it is time for me to take revenge on everything. I am the chosen one by God, and I am the one who has the power to control everything. I want to shake the world, and the world is too stupid and insensitive. I want to awaken the world, the world is too pitiful and hateful.

I cut my hair short, I bathed in incense, I changed into the most modest clothes, and I began to walk again barefoot. This time the goal is clear, the capital, and only then can I obtain the qualification of a god craftsman. With this certification, I will definitely become the hottest figure in the Divine Cult, and fame, fortune, and women will roll in. It takes a long walk from the sea to the capital, and I don't plan to take a car, so I just walk, and one day, the land I have stepped on will shine because of my presence, because it is the path that the craftsman has walked.

There was a village in front of me, and I had already thought that this village would be the first stop for the glory of the craftsman. I walked towards the center of the village with my head bowed, and I was attracted to the busy and mediocre villagers, who followed me as if they were saluting their heroes. I stopped in the center of the village, and the villagers surrounded me. It's annoying that they chatter and talk non-stop. I put my head up so that everyone could see my face and everyone could remember my face.