Chapter 469: The Sorrow of the Fruit
"What kind of person is he, what does he like, what does he hate, why does he make me? Oh, the last one you can not answer, I know the answer. â
"Don't you know? You've only met him twice, that is, he's only met you twice, so he gave me to you as a chatbot? So I'm so worthless! â
"Cultivation? I don't want to cultivate today, I don't know what's going on, but I have a feeling in my core that makes me extremely uncomfortable, it's not anger, I can distinguish anger. I guess that's what humans call sorrow. â
"It turns out that I can feel sad with such a tool."
Blank world, two lives, one is a metal man, the other is a book, and the metal man says to the book.
The book was silent, the time it existed must be measured in 10,000 years, it possessed extremely magical powers, the powerful human potential development device of the controller, and even inherited the technology left over from the super civilization of the ancient era. However, none of this was enough to make its only chat partner happy.
There are many kinds of human feelings, and in the long years it has taken control of this secret house, it has seen many human beings, their joy, their crying, their excitement, their depression. They are human beings, and it is understandable that they have diverse and complex emotions, but the only chat partner in front of them is not a human, she is a metal life, a metal life made by a human with a fruit juicer, and theoretically, her emotional system should not be so rich.
Her name is Fruit, and she is sad today.
"I forgot your name again, can you sue me again. This should be the seventh time, I promise to remember! "Fruit looked at the book. She can't seem to find more topics, and in fact. She did forget the name of the book.
I don't know how, it seems that it's because the life level of the book is too advanced for a metal being like her to imprint her name into the memory bank. There is also another possibility, she herself does not want to remember its name, and inadvertently deletes the memory chain related to its name.
"When I'm sad, it's easy to forget things." Fruit said again, and almost forgot about the human who made her. Father, or Daddy? There is no difference between the two titles. So it's not a father or a father, but an outcast, a ruthless human being, who wants to hate, but can't really hate. Even if you forcibly brand the words 'he is the most hateful person in the world' in the memory bank, it will soon be deleted by the core itself.
"You have abandoned me, and you have deprived me of the right to hate you!"
The book becomes a fan, a fan with wings, which flies around the fruit's body. He blew a cool breeze on the fruit again, and then said to the fruit: "Fan, I will call it Fan in the future, my previous name." I forgot about it myself. â
The fruit nodded and looked at the fan seriously: "Fan, I remember you." This time I won't forget it. As soon as I see you, I can call your name. You're a fan. A fan that blows cool breezes. â
Fruit, seems to be a little happier. She thought the fan was funny, at least much more interesting than the human. However, the thought of having to stay in this empty and boring world for many, many years made her a little unhappy. The human, the human who made her, stored a lot of information about the outside world in her head, and the outside world was so colorful and beautiful.
"You made me out just to be a chat tool, you abandoned me in this blank world, why do you want to store so much information about the outside world in my head? I'm getting more and more hated about you, Sumer! â
"Sumer, you're a bastard!"
"Fan, is Su Mo a bastard?" The fruit suddenly tilted his head and asked the fan curiously.
"Of course Sumo is a bastard, I don't like that bastard!" The fan waved his mechanical wings and said with great certainty.
"If you say he's a jerk, he's got to be a jerk." The fruit smiled, smiling happily.
The next moment, however, she began to cry again, and the metal tears fell into the blank world, and her feet took on color. Her tears seemed to contain information about the outside world in her core memory bank, and as soon as she touched the ground of the blank world, those messages began to become reality!
"Here we go again! That nasty feeling is back! I wanted to laugh, but this nasty feeling came again! I can't control myself, I must be a defective product! He certainly didn't care about me when he made me! If I put my heart into it, I would definitely be like this! â
"Tinder life has a strong ability to control it! I have information in my memory bank about the other Tinder metals he made, and they were all powerful and never cried! and will not be sorrowful! â
"He's eccentric!"
"Why is it only me crying? Am I the only one who is sad? â
"I'm so lonely! Whining! â
The more the fruit cried, the more fierce it became, and the strings of metal tears fell into the blank world, which was undergoing amazing changes, and the fan knew very well that these changes were all because of the tears of the fruit, not an illusion deliberately created by it! In that moment, the fan turned into a metal face, a little blurry, unable to distinguish between men and women, but it was laughing, it felt the opportunity, the opportunity to break free from the bondage of hundreds of thousands of years!
If you let the fruit keep crying, you can't make this blank world more and more exciting, and it, as the controller of this world, will become stronger and stronger. However, it hesitates, it doesn't like to see its only chat partner cry, and it hates crying terribly, especially children.
However, there seems to be no way to stop the fruit from crying.
Do you want to forcibly capture that bastard from another plane? When the fruit saw that bastard, he probably wouldn't cry. It's just that this seems to be a violation of the agreement, if he provokes the bastard Su Mo to be angry, will he break the fruit into parts?
What to do? The intelligent life of the secret mansion began to think, and soon, it thought of a way, there are other humans in the secret mansion, don't they want to open their own realm, very good, now give them a problem, as long as they can solve this problem, help them open the realm!
"How can a sad girl stop crying? Whoever can solve this problem, I will help him open the realm, even if he doesn't have enough potential himself. â
The question of intelligent life was instantly transmitted to the soul of every student in the secret mansion, and in an instant, the students who worked hard were stunned. They had more or less heard the rumors of the Secret Mansion, but they didn't expect that this time the great Cun ZĂ i in the Secret Mansion would take the initiative to contact them!
"Send flowers! The girl smiled when she saw the flower! "Someone said.
"Send chocolates, girls love chocolate!" It is also said.
"Give her a slap in the face, sober her up!" This is a reckless brother.
"Give her a hug, an affectionate hug, comfort her!" This is a teenager who is going to go back to his hometown after opening the realm to chase the class flower of the next class.
"Cry with her! Enough to cry at once! If you cry enough, you won't cry! "This is a girl who has a deep grasp of the skill of crying.
"Cry, weep, cry, it's not a sin! I want to cry too! "This is also a girl who was just broken up before coming to Wang Xing, and I am willing to be a boy who thinks she is too good to control.
The intelligent life received hundreds of answers almost instantly, but each one satisfied it, the fruit was not an ordinary person, or not a human at all, and could not solve her grief in ordinary ways. Intelligent life sighed, and casually chose a few crying girls, these girls have very average potential, and it is almost impossible to open their own realm, for the sake of crying, help them open the realm.
"I don't know how to comfort you." The intelligent life looked at the weeping fruit, at the blank world that was becoming more and more exciting, and it whispered.
As the fruit cries, the intelligent life becomes more and more powerful, and it falls into a contradiction again, should it continue to comfort its only chat partner to make her stop crying, or let the crying be a little more violent, make the blank world a little more exciting, and improve its own abilities?
The intelligent life discovers that if its only chat partner cries for another ten minutes, it may break free from the container of the secret mansion and become a detached being.
"What should I choose?"
This time, intelligent life said to itself.
"He's really annoying! I've never hated someone like this! â
"It's because you only know him as a human at the moment."
"Why is he so cruel, so cold, and abandons me like that?"
"He's going to do what he wants."
"Should he abandon me for his purposes?"
"After all, he's your father."
"Father? I hate such a Father! He's not a god, he's a human, a human like me! â
"Actually, you are not a human being, you are a tinder life, and your prototype is a fruit juicer."
"One day, I'll be human! Someone who is exactly like him, when the time comes, if he abandons me again, I will abandon him forever! â
"You're good, you should treat that bastard like this!"
Fruit, stopped crying, the wonder in the blank world stopped expanding. At the foot of the fruit is a green area, not far from a lake, hills, small animals, and a castle.
"From today onwards, it's called Fruit Castle and I'm going to live here! Fan, I want the most powerful inheritance in the universe, I want to defeat him and make him realize that it was a mistake to abandon me at will! â
The fruit entered the castle, and the castle door slammed shut.
Intelligent life looked at the still blank world in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh, it only takes five minutes, it only needs five more minutes of crying and five minutes of sadness, and its power can break free from the shackles of this blank world, transcend the blank world, and exist independently from now on.
However, with only five minutes to go, the fruit seemed to be no longer sad.
"Actually, my longing for the outside world is not so strong. It's nice to stay here. â
Intelligent life whispers. (To be continued......)