Night Falcon remembers that at the beginning of the incident, he was already in a completely sealed base. Or to put it another way, since he appeared in this closed base, all the previous memories have been gone, and he doesn't know what these memories are, and naturally he won't be nostalgic.

Memory is such a magical thing, when you remember it, you know its importance, and once you lose it, you have nothing to do with it anymore. Everything in the past, your origins, your upbringing, your family and friends, are all lost in an illusory brain current.

The old steward in the base told the Night Falcon and said to him, "From today onwards, you are the members of the organization. It is the organization that has given you rebirth, it is the organization that has given you the future, and what the past has to do with you, and the rest of you will only be loyal to the organization and the origin. ”

At that time, there were more than 100 children who came to the Origin Base with Night Falcon, all of whom were five or six years old, about his age. Then a year later, there were only about 50 of the more than 100 children left, and another year, there were only about 20 left.

Finally, when they were ten years old, there were only three children left in this group. As the old butler said: "You are people who are not qualified to have a name, and from this day on, the code name is everything to you." You have to remember your code name, which represents yourself, your life, your soul, your existence within the organization. As for the others, don't worry, soon there will be some you won't need to remember. ”

Those who don't need to be remembered are all retired. Some were injured and died during training; Some were taken to the laboratory because they were too good, but they didn't come out; Some were beaten to death in front of the instructors because of laziness or for disobeying the orders of the instructors.

And others died at the hands of their companions.

He doesn't remember how many people the night falcon killed. At the beginning of the loss of memory, without the past educational experience, everything had to start from scratch, and at the beginning of the killing, the night falcon had not even learned to count, but had already learned to cut people's necks with blades, and stab people's hearts and livers.

By the time he learned to count, he couldn't remember how many people he had killed, or how many knives he had changed. Of course, he wasn't the best of the bunch, otherwise he would have been brought into the lab where he didn't know what it was.

He can be said to be the most difficult group of people. Medium aptitude, medium talent, medium IQ, medium development. All of them were medium, so when the first year ended, the night falcon found that it had become the last of its medium.

If this continues, I'm afraid that I will be the next to die. All the contemporaries who were as moderate as he were knew this. So they trained desperately, put all their minds into it, and did whatever it took to learn the knowledge and abilities that the organization had taught them.

These people were eliminated one by one, and disappeared one by one, only the night falcon was still working hard, from the medium of more than a hundred, to the medium of more than fifty, and then to the medium of more than twenty. In the end, there were only three people left, and the night falcon was still the one among the three.

Or judging from the original hundred people, the night falcon has stood as the best among them, but only he knows that no matter how hard he tries, he can only be the medium one. Although it will not be eliminated by the organization, it is not enough to be trusted by the organization.

Among the three of them, they have the highest qualifications, and they have always been the best ones from the beginning to the present, and their cultivation speed is very fast, almost soaring. He'd been in the lab three times, and each time they could hear screams coming from inside the lab, but after three times, he still survived.

Every time he survived, his strength would skyrocket again, as if every time he went in, every time he established the torment between life and death, he was able to break the shackles of life. The night falcon listened to his screams, and silently asked himself in his heart, if one day, he would have to face such torture, would he be able to bear it?

The answer was not long in coming.

The best people were given the right to leave the base, to be able to see the scenery outside, to see the outside world, what the people outside were really like. But every time I go out, I always have to carry one or two tasks with me, and once I can't complete the task, I will be punished or even killed directly.

Of course, the best people are always the best, and every time he returns to base, he tells Night Falcon and the other person what kind of tasks he has accomplished outside, and how high he has accomplished them. He would tell the Night Falcon what the outside world was like, and what it was like to be completely different from the base.

But the night falcon is not interested in any of this, all he wants to know is that he has been living under such a steel ceiling since the beginning of his life, if one day he really walks out of this base and goes outside, even if he is the same person, then can he belong to that world?

Since it doesn't belong to the outside world, why do you yearn for it and be nostalgic? What's more, their lives don't belong to themselves at all, but to this organization called Origin. The organization has shown you the outside world, and one day they will take back such rights, so where should they go from here?

He was a smart man, and knew that the purpose of the Origin to train them must not be just to go out and perform some simple task. Just like their training, people who have been relaxed from the beginning will never appreciate this, only someone like the Night Falcon, who has always climbed up from the middle level, will remember that everything that the organization has given them, from easy to difficult, has always been an exception.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to return from a mission outside while they were still working hard to cultivate and train, and the excellent person returned from a mission outside with a serious injury. Since then, the man has changed. From the beginning of the arrogance, to cautious; From being able to speak eloquently at the beginning, he has become taciturn.

The night falcon could feel the strange aura on him, he didn't ask, although he wasn't the smartest, but he was the one who could control his rational thinking the most. After the man returned to the base, after becoming what he is now, the night falcon understood a fact.

That is, their guesses are not wrong, and the organization will always make their tasks more difficult in this way. They don't have time to enjoy the scenery around them, whether it's steel walls or flowers, and they don't have time to brag about what they've seen, what they've experienced, and how well they've done their tasks.

In the eyes of the organization, it is their duty to complete the task, and if they can't complete it, they have no value. The organization has squeezed their lives to the fullest, where is their leisure time? If you don't try your best to survive, maybe the next moment will be the end of your life.

The best of the best are gone, and all the boasting they used to have is gone, and only whining and irritability remain. He told the other about the difficulty of his mission, and the tasks given to him by the organization began to become more and more difficult and dangerous, and each time he had to do his best to complete it.

Even so, after a while, the next task appeared, and all the efforts he made to prepare during this time seemed to be insufficient. It's not enough, it's not enough at all! The likelihood of him completing the task is getting lower and lower, and every success is a gamble with his life!

He didn't have time to enjoy his life, and he didn't have the ease with which he had been. He often said to the Night Falcons: "No matter how good you are, how talented you are, how clever your mind is, the organization will always find a way to force you to death." I, you, and you, we're all going to die in the end. ”

So, the excellent person died in the end, and in the next mission, he lost the bet and lost his life. And the organization has only two words for him - "waste". From then on, there was no one of the three numbers left, and it would not be long before it was completely forgotten by the organization.

And the night falcon has no time to care about other things, no time to miss his companions, just as there is no time to miss the remaining hundred or so. People are already dead, what difference does it make if they are good or not? Everybody's just a string of numbers, that's all.

He knew better that he had finally become the best this time. Because the best people are all dead, and he, who is average, becomes the best person. It's as if the worst people are dead, and he will become the worst.

This means that soon I will be released like this companion, able to see the outside scenery and bask in the sunshine outside. But at the same time, he also has to put his life on the gambling table and press his own life, just to bet on one thing, to bet that he can come back alive.

He has seen through it, this is their fate for the rest of their lives. From the time this string of numbers was imprinted on his body, he was already destined for today. If they want not to be eliminated by fate, they need to work harder, work harder, and live harder.

It's just that he didn't expect that before his task came down, while he was still practicing desperately, another person also died. It's not that he died because of training, and he didn't go out on a mission, but he wanted to escape secretly, and he was caught and disposed of by the organization, and there was no mercy in the slightest.

The night falcon knew that this person was really scared, he was the worst one, he usually listened to the alarmist words of many old-timers, and originally thought that the sky was falling and there was a tall man on top, and his heart was full of luck, but in the blink of an eye, the tallest one died, and he became the second tallest one.

What kind of level these people are, they themselves couldn't be clearer, he used to be the top ten existence among a hundred people. I fought my best to become the third, and what about the Night Falcon? It was only a medium existence before, but how powerful can it be?

If it weren't for the fact that he was lazy and didn't want to work hard, why would he be turned second by the night falcon and only the third? Thinking like this, he felt that the night falcon would probably not be able to carry out a single mission, and the next time it went out, it would die, and the rest would be himself, so what could he look forward to?

So in a panic, he struggled inwardly, and finally chose to escape.

The night falcon scoffs at the idea that the entire base is organized, you are organized, everything you will know, everything you know from childhood to adulthood is given to you by the organization. So you want to break away from the organization? They don't even know where the gate of the base is and how to get there?

Therefore, in the end, among the original more than 100 people, only one Night Falcon remained. Of course, he knew that sooner or later he would end up like this, but he was used to doing his best or, used to betting on tomorrow with everything he had, or what other life could he live?

He was taken into the lab, and he saw what it looked like, and he saw the instruments that made people struggle and scream in pain. I saw some colorful potions, I saw some biological tissues bouncing around in the jar, and even half of my companion's head.

The night falcon has almost lost its memory of what happened that day. Not long after the transformation began, he had completely lost his normal consciousness. They didn't let him live well as a human being, let alone die, or even let him lose consciousness.

The people of the organization want to see what kind of reaction the awake human body will have under such a transformation, and under what conditions will it be more appropriate to put these things into the human body? What did the people who had been tested before die for?

None of these night falcons knew it, he just remembered that the pain seemed to gush out from all over the body, as if it had penetrated deep into the soul and bone marrow. The pain lasted for a long, long time, as if it were a lifetime, as if it were longer than all the times he had ever experienced, as if it would never end.

In the midst of such pain, the night falcon's brain was completely confused, and it turned into a pulp. If it weren't for the drugs that controlled his nervous system and kept his brain active forever, I am afraid that he would have failed due to nervous overreaction.

It was in such a contradictory state, between life and death, that the night falcon seemed to see and hear something completely different. The name of the night falcon appeared in his mind at that time, and along with it, there were many confused memories.

These memories are very vague, constantly appearing in the severe pain, flashing like light and shadow, but never dissipating, but more condensed. However, at that time, the night falcon no longer had the ability to think, and could only subconsciously imprint these memories into his soul as something profound and equally profound pain, and it never dissipated since.

When the night falcon woke up again, he felt a change in his body, a sensation that made him feel like he was no longer human. Yes, a foreign crystal was planted in his body, and it was a crystal comparable to the pinnacle of the True Realm.

In order to stabilize his body, so that the body can accept the power of crystallization, and constantly change his power, Origin transformed his body into a semi-mechanical state, and even the meridians in the body, some of the thicker meridians have been replaced with artificial materials.

In his body, every bone was filled with steel, every muscle was mixed with fibers, and every internal organ was filled with buffer. And in the dantian, the energy of that crystal was constantly impacting the night falcon's body, turning him into an even less human-like existence.

The night falcon can feel that if he can't resist the power surging out of the dantian, one day he will be blown up by it, it is a kind of power that once it explodes, he has no way to resist it, he can only rely on the body that the organization gives him, to constantly adapt, constantly sharpen, like striking iron to temper this body, and gradually turn this power into his own.

So his first mission began, when the organization sent him out to kill a nearby tribal leader and blame the soldiers of the Imperial Patrol. The night falcon knew that this was his first trial, and if he couldn't even pass the first time, then he would probably be completely put in the laboratory for observation.

For the first time, he walked out of the base and saw the outside world and the sun outside. However, he did not linger, but shuttled through the strange woods, used his brain, organized all the knowledge taught to him, and quickly completed his task.

When he returned to the base, he knew deep down that if he was content with that, he would soon lose his value like his companions. So he cultivated desperately, and every time he cultivated, he would be hit by the power in the dantian to the point that he almost fainted before he stopped to rest for a while.

In this way, with the assistance of continuous cultivation and medicine, the night falcon actually really kept up with the progress of the tasks arranged by the organization. He completed every task successfully, and every time he was able to gamble more on me, so that he could come back alive and not become a loser.

So after many years, there were a lot of young children in the organization. He knew that he was the same existence as these children back then. And how many years will there be left of these children in the end? And when I came to the organization, where are the people who looked at me now?

For the first time, the night falcon resisted, and he wanted to figure out what the origin wanted to do. What the hell are you? What can people live for? And as his thoughts deepened, the memories that gradually became clear in his mind gradually stirred his brain.

Who am I? What am I going to do?