In the improvised stove, briquettes and firewood crackled and burned, and two soldiers in heavy plate armor sat lazily on both ends, their greatswords casually placed at their sides, the temperature of the flames making them forget their duties.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps from the manor, and the soldiers grabbed their weapons and stood up solemnly at both ends of the gate.

The footsteps were getting closer, and it was a thin young man, dressed fairly neatly, but obviously out of line with the weather, carrying a basket that looked the size of his body on his back, and a sickle in his hand, walking towards the outside of the manor.

The young man's thin body had a huge head on it, and his green eyes were as calm as stagnant water, sluggish, and unwavering, and he looked like a fool.

After seeing the comer, the soldier's demeanor suddenly relaxed, replaced by full of banter, the manor said that the big is not small, although there are often new people to join the old people to leave, but this young man is known to everyone, everyone has bullied.

He had no name, and everyone called him a fool when the old groom picked him up from the field, and when the old groom died, the nine-year-old fool became the new groom, and it has been almost seven years to this day.

The young man walked towards the side door without squinting, not caring that the door was still closed, the soldier on the left grabbed the basket and stopped him, picked him up with one hand, and slapped him with the other hand at will to make a snapping sound, and after finding that there was no abnormality, he motioned to the soldier on the right to open the side door, and then let go of his hand, and the young man fell to the ground steadily, and walked towards the field without saying a word.

The soldier closed the side door and pouted as he walked back to the stove, shivering as the biting north wind crept into the cracks in the plate armor and shivered, "How did you let him go so easily in this damn weather?"

"It's not fun to bully a fool all the time, and he won't resist. ”

......

After autumn, the weather in the north is getting colder and colder day by day, although there are no snowflakes falling, but the green grass that seems to be still bright the day before yesterday has almost withered and yellowed, and the weather for the nobles and lords, at most, provokes them to complain a few words, but for the boys, it means that the easy days are over.

Although he doesn't care if it's cold or not.

He is not the only one in the stable, a stupid boy obviously can't raise that group of noble war horses with the blood of foreign beasts, the food of war horses is even better than that of the people, fresh meat, fruits and vegetables, beans, tender grass are all available, and these raw materials are actually produced in the manor, the reason why the boy goes out to cut the grass in the field is just the bad taste of the people, they will even bet on whether he will be eaten by the beast after every time the boy goes out, and they are not tired of this bad gambling fight.

But the boy didn't care, he was like a robot, living according to a fixed routine every day, and all information from the outside world could not affect him, except for the danger of death.

The green grass became less and less, and he went straight to the depths of the field, bending down and waving a sickle from time to time to cut off the grass and put it into the basket, and before he knew it, the manor behind him had disappeared.

The north wind whimpered, blowing the boy's exposed skin purple, and the surroundings were empty, even the rats and rabbits that used to be everywhere disappeared, but the cold obviously could not kill all life, only made the hungry beast more crazy.

A gray wolf from the north stared at the boy deadly, lying on the ground with its hind paws propped up, saliva dripping from the corners of its hideous mouth but no sound came out, and its green eyes were the same color as the boy, but they were full of tyranny.

In its view, the boy is the food that God has given it.

The wolf is the most cautious and cunning hunter when it appears alone in the wilderness, and even though the food in front of it seems to be unthreatening, it still does not act rashly, and the gray wolf of the Northland steps lightly on the ground without making a sound, and gradually approaches behind the food.

The boy found a piece of green grass again, and mechanically bent down and swung his scythe to grab the green grass.

This action continued many times, and the Northland Gray Wolf and the boy went deep into the wilderness together, until now, the gray wolf finally determined that there was only one prey in front of him.

Suddenly, without warning, the hair around the gray wolf in the north stood up, its fluffy tail was as straight as a stick, and it instantly detoured to the young man's side, and jumped high with his hind feet, and the fangs in his open mouth were clearly visible, and he bit the young man's throat fiercely.

The boy didn't react, and the eyes of the gray wolf in the north flashed with human joy, and in its opinion, the prey in front of him was dead.

But it's clearly not that simple.

He simply turned around and faced the gray wolf with the big basket, the gray wolf's fangs hit the basket in vain, and he was knocked down, but after getting up, he didn't look at it, and continued to walk forward.

The gray wolf seemed to be a little confused, but the hunting instinct drove it to continue attacking, and with a roar, it pounced on the boy again.

The boy fell backwards, dodging the pounce with the standard iron bridge movement, and then twisted his body against the human, and kicked his feet together and kicked upwards fiercely, hitting the soft belly of the gray wolf.

Poof, bang.

The Northland Grey Wolf fell to the ground and shook its head with a wail, the most crispy part of any beast was the abdomen, and even if the boy didn't have much strength, it still felt a lot of pain and anger.

The beast, which had no reason to speak of, looked even more frantic after its rage, its roar shaking the field, its sharp front claws slamming into the boy's throat, and its foul breath was disgusting.

The boy was still sluggish, unconcerned about the life and death crisis in front of him, took a step back just to avoid his front paws, and then stepped forward, his knees bent and almost fell to his knees, one hand on the ground, and the other hand waved his scythe and suddenly raised his back.

The sharp tip of the scythe plunged into the belly of the Northland Gray Wolf, and with the force of the Gray Wolf's forward lunge, it smoothly sliced through its body.

(There are absolutely no elements of ancient martial arts in this book!!)

The beast's astonishing vitality made it not die outright even after being so badly damaged, and from the depths of its throat it emitted a bellows-like gasp and wriggled on the ground, the organs of its body flowing out with the blood.

The boy did not have a drop of blood on his body, and did not even look back, but returned to the original path and continued to walk forward, bending down to mow the grass along the way, until the basket on his back was filled with green grass.

......

The status of the servants in the stables is not low, because for knights, mounts are a large part of their combat power, and a good mount is often worth a lot of money, so horsemen are usually the most trusted servants of knights.

This means they have some spare money to bet on.

"I'll bet a copper coin, and the fool will be fine today. ”

"I'll bet he's okay too. ”

"You fools, the wolves in the autumn field are going to compete for the new wolf king again, in case that fool is targeted by a lone wolf, hehe, I bet he won't come back today. ”

The rest of the grooms pouted with disdain, the fool would have died a long time ago, and instead of gambling on small odds, it was better to win a few coppers steadily.

While they were arguing, the young man's ever-constant footsteps sounded, and with a few cheers and curses, he poured the grass into the trough in front of a tall war horse covered in black, with four hooves and horns on his head, and went into the stable, took out the rest of the ingredients from the vats in turn, stirred them, and waited for the horse to finish eating and cleaning up.

This was all his day's work, and when he had finished it, he received his day's rations, and walked silently back to his room, which was pitch black, and the boy sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his green eyes still calm and dull, but the only light in the darkness.

However, there was no peace in his body at all.

The boy is not a person of this world, and in all seriousness, he is not even a 'person'.

'Adam' is a supercomputer created by scientists in a world called Earth. Human ambitions are endless, they try to achieve the goal of controlling the world through Adam and becoming the king of the world, but human beings have always been selfish, in the war for control of Adam, the loser is desperate, using Adam to control all the high-energy weapons on the earth and pierce them into the center of the earth, and then after a grand fireworks, the earth disappeared in the universe.

Probably for some reason that even the computing power of a supercomputer cannot calculate, the tiny earth has formed a black hole, and it has traveled with tens of billions of souls attached to the core program for the same unexplained reason.

In the process of time and space travel, the body was dissociated into nothingness, and the hard disk that stored massive data was completely scrapped, leaving only the core data stream lucky to come to the world, and this teenager who might have died of cold and hunger or spent his ordinary life became a new carrier.

What followed was a long and monotonous battle for body ownership, a battle between artificial intelligence transformed by core programs and tens of billions of human remnants.

It was a massacre.

After losing their bodies, the fragile souls of humans may disappear even if they encounter a breeze, and they are simply unable to resist the attack of the artificial intelligence, and Adam destroys the human remnants at an average rate of twenty per second, and robs the needed nutrients from the digitized souls.

Emotions, creativity, and broken fragments of unformed knowledge, especially creativity.

In Adam's calculations, carbon-based life is at a low level, especially for human beings, who are supposed to explore the source with wisdom and knowledge, but self-exile in the seven emotions and six desires, and bury their brilliant future in vain.

Adam lacks the most apex talent given by the origin of life, which is called by creation, nature, heaven, gods, etc., and artificial intelligence is good at calculation, but creating or imagining such things out of nothing, Adam cannot obtain through calculation.

In the past sixteen years, Adam has gradually perfected his transformation from artificial intelligence to intelligent life, as long as the remaining virus remaining in the core program is completely eliminated tonight, Adam can truly control this body and begin to live as an intelligent life called 'human'.

The sky is getting dark, and after dawn, there is new life.