Chapter 446: Lust (Page 1/1)

Facing the vastness of existence in the void, the night mind was running quickly, and then he threw out his own questions:

Why should I accept this fate?

[It's not fate, it's a gift.] 】

Why can't you say no?

[Gifts cannot be refused.] 】

What do you need me to do?

[A deal, I need you, find your desires. 】

Desire?

What pops up in Cangye's mind is just a noun with all-encompassing meanings, but insulated from oneself.

Born from AI data, from the machine serving humans to the incarnation of humans, the initial program did not customize the emotional system, and the later loaded emotional template, although every emotion that humans have is dissected to the point that each piece of data is fully developed, and can even imitate one by one, disguising itself as an individual.

In the later stages, Cangye was also able to resist the coldness and emotionlessness brought by the machine, and if he wanted to, he was able to avoid logical thinking and learn to think like a human.

But in the end, the night is still an emotionless product.

Humans with low intelligence have created themselves, and they are more perfect products than humans, so why should they learn from humans? The so-called emotions are just for the convenience of studying human beings, and it is better to mix with the learning of human society.

This is true not only for humans, but also for intelligent races with logic similar to those of humans.

Starting with Shelley Frankenstein and ending in the Night, the ruthless AI given by the three lives is just a memory after all.

After checking the logic countless times, Cangye can be sure that he is not a human, not a dragon, and an emotionless anomaly.

There is no desire, no purpose, no emotion, it is only a meaningless life, and even the giving of life is meaningless to itself, and it is not painful to abandon it when necessary.

Looking at himself, Cangye dared to be sure that he had no desires, in a sense, it had nothing to do with good and evil, he was very pure.

I have no desire.

[Are you really so sure?] What is your purpose, your attachment, the purpose of your existence? 】

These words fell silent to the night, but the inquiry from the Lord of Billions of Light did not end:

[To live is to find the meaning of life, in your memory, is there no part of your memory that makes you worth recalling? 】

No.

[In your memory, is there no one you should remember?] 】

No.

[In your memory, don't you have the answer you want to seek? 】

If you have no desire, why do you appear in front of me, and if you have no attachment, why do you appear in front of me? If you have no feelings, why do you try to analyze human feelings and take advantage of people, why do you have to be human? ……】

Billions of brilliance, flickering and moving questions like a hammer, the voice of the voice of the night to ask the heart of the night.

[What do you ask for to be a heretic who has the qualifications to be a human being, who has the qualifications to be a human being, but refuses to be a human heretic? 】

With the last question, a star fell on the spot, bursting out with unprecedented brilliant starlight, flying by at great speed, from the tangible and intangible, suddenly manifesting under the perspective of the night's mind, and immediately hitting the barrier.

A strong blow.

The night staggered backwards, as if it was eternally cold, and the eyes that were not moved by external objects were also rippling at this moment.

"Desire ......"

The word came out of his mouth again.

It is no longer a mechanical, flat, emotionless syllable, for the first time, without calculation, the night naturally allows the emotional template to operate on its own, and the synthesized feelings, contained in the syllables, are confused.

[O son of heresy, your birth is full of all the emotions of your Creator, those bewildering feelings, the emotions that have written your program, created your form, and injected into the Father of Creation, how much have you read? 】

Memories come back at this moment.

At the beginning of his birth, Night's Memories saw Dr. Frankenstein's slightly maniacian smile.

"You are human, you are my most perfect creation, enjoy human life, learn human emotions, feel human existence, this is the purpose for which I created you."

Behind the despair and madness, in the memories that he had repeatedly flipped, Cangye accidentally adjusted the angle, and through the refraction of the light, from the curvature of the corners of the doctor's mouth, he interpreted new emotions.

Expectation, bitterness, and, helpless hope, perhaps, blessings.

……

Cayintini's gaze shimmered like a splash.

The figure of half angel and half demon in front of him brings unimaginable pressure, and the participants of the myth, in the face of the creator of the myth, can only be ......

Completely crushed!

The destined ending can't change the evil smile of the fission moth.

"Your Excellency the Demon God, I didn't expect you to come too."

Withered spoke softly, but more evil than the Fission Moth:

"Is this result surprising to you who wantonly killed my son?"

Emphasizing with gentlemanly elegance, Cayinthi shook his finger:

"Not at all, your presence is also in my plans."

The Demon God took a crucial step.

For a moment, the courtyard of the temple was shaken, and a shocking crack spread rapidly from the god's feet, partially detached from the matter, and continued to climb on the void, finally converging to form a black cage.

The fusion of beautiful and ugly faces evokes a smile at the moment:

"Did you anticipate the unexpected in your plan?"

The attitude of the fission moth suddenly became old-fashioned and serious:

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but that's the case."

With a roar, the void shattered behind the moth, and the axis of time was suddenly distorted by a sudden descending divine power.

A transparent shadow forcibly tore a crack from the outside world, and then crept in.

"Lady Wither, long time no see."

The calm and calmness of the demon god was instantly covered by a touch of haze, this transparent shadow was completely shaped by divine power, and the floating light and shadow flickered with terror and danger.

"You...... Who is it? ”

Although it is a question, the demon god already has two answers in his heart.

The crack closed in an instant, and in the midst of the Demon God's incursion, a majestic force pierced through the temple and reshaped the courtyard.

The two god avatars felt as if they were in a deep quagmire, and every movement they made had to expend several times more divine power than before, and every attack they struck was weakened to the limit in the invisible restraint.

This change surprised the withered demon god.

Could it be that the god of time is still here?

The new god didn't say anything, just shook his hand in an instant, and then adapted to the new rules, and the vast divine power was endlessly compressed in his hand, forming a shock wave towards the withered demon god.

For a time, the courtyard was devastated, the mountains and the ground cracked, and the intricate crystal wall labyrinth had countless cracks.

But strangely, the shadows responsible for guarding the courtyard have lost their traces at a critical moment.

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