Nietzsche once said that he who fights with wild beasts should beware of turning himself into a beast because of it. If you stare into the abyss for a long time, then the abyss will also stare at you.

Hate can change a person, and sometimes, it can even make you the kind of person you hate.

The marshal was well aware of this, but he didn't care, even a disgusting change was better than going with the flow.

The story about him is not very pleasant, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most tragic of the cross.

For the first thirty-five years of his life, the name that accompanied the marshal was Brian Martin. When Martin was a child, his family was very modest, and although he did not go hungry, he was not wealthy. He was admitted to university, but he didn't go to college. There are many things like this in the world where poor students automatically give up their admission opportunities because of financial constraints, and no one cares if their grades are not top-notch.

Martin was nineteen years old, and his ideals, like those of most young people, were to hope, through his own efforts, that one day he would become like those nobles and royalty, with a house, a car, and a savings, and that he would make it a noble cause to plague young women until retirement age.

But the reality is very cruel, some people don't have to do anything, and they have realized Martin's ideals before the age of nineteen, and others work hard until they are forty-nine years old, live in a second-hand house, drive a second-hand car, save money without a loan, but a lot, and marry a daughter-in-law who has been a young woman who has been harmed by the scourge when she is young.

In short, after Martin left school, he went to find a job to do, and the work was very hard. The pay is low, the social status is low, and as for the future...... Every time he closes his eyes, he sees his future.

Martin works at a toy factory and walks in through the front gate. What you see is not a factory, but a semi-free museum. As a sunset industry, physical toys have been preserved by relying on the general positioning of tangible cultural heritage. You know, these days, children can play with tablets before they learn how to speak, who still plays with those plastic things? So the toy factories themselves hardly make traditional toys, because there is no demand for them.

Rao is so, the toy factory is still profitable. Because there is still one toy that can be sold, and that is figurines. It's expensive, it's aimed at the youth and chéng rén markets, and it's quite lucrative. There was just one copyright issue involved. It must be authorized by the comic company to be produced and is strictly limited. The final form of distribution of this chain of interests is like ...... A large piece of cake, the comic company came and ate up the part of the cake, and the nǎi oil was given to the "relevant departments" as filial piety, although they basically did nothing. But who gave them the power to make you unable to do anything, the original author only got a cherry on the cake, but he was only one person, so he didn't have much appetite, so he endured it. Who knew that the cherry hadn't been put in his mouth yet. The relevant department ran over and bit it again, and then spit it out to the original author. Tell him it's called tax. While the show is ongoing. The toy factory, which has contributed the most effort, is chewing candles and playing with them.

After four years on the job, Martin has become much more realistic, and he is beginning to realize that his ideals were naïve and could never be achieved in their current situation. Originally, his life was like this, it was bland, don't get into trouble, it's not a problem to mix food and clothing. But when he was twenty-three years old, something happened.

One day, Martin was walking down the street when a familiar voice rang out, "Hey, Brian!" and Martin looked back and recognized it as Campbell. Campbell was Martin's classmate in elementary school, and the two were always in the same class, and when Campbell went to school in another city in high school, the contact between the two gradually broke off.

After not seeing each other for seven or eight years, the two naturally had a lot to say, so they found a restaurant on the street, had a few drinks, and each told about the hardships of life. Campbell's family is better off than Martin's, at least his family can support him to complete all his education, but after graduating from college, he is at a loss, his life can not be changed without a diploma, hard work may not be more useful than slapping horses, his girlfriend recognized a godfather two weeks after graduation, and left him in a sports car that he could only buy a steering wheel for a year's salary. Listening to the stories of his childhood friends, Martin only smiled bitterly, in this life, the only friends who can talk from the bottom of their hearts are probably the ones I have known since childhood. The two poured bitter water on each other, exchanged mobile phone numbers, and resumed contact, and made an appointment to meet again when they were free next time. Who knows, this parting is forever.

A week later, Martin unexpectedly saw Campbell on the news that he had been killed in a car accident driven by a group of aristocratic children who were flying at night. Martin can imagine the grief of Campbell's parents and grandmother at the death of their only child. And in his heart, there is more anger. Because the last nobleman who drove the car was only sentenced to two years, and he was given a suspended sentence, everyone knew that when the suspended sentence was over, everything would have already subsided, and the other party would not be in prison at all.

Martin spent some of his savings to consult a lawyer, and also looked up a lot of relevant cases, just a few years ago, there was a case of a guy driving a black car in order to escape, crashed into two cars and knocked a pedestrian into minor injuries, as a result of which he was convicted of endangering public safety by dangerous means, which is a felony with a minimum sentence of three years and the death penalty. But the aristocrat who hit and killed his friend was convicted of dangerous driving when he drove a car on the street and caused the death of a pedestrian, and the maximum sentence was less than three years.

Martin approached Campbell's family and tried to persuade them to appeal and get a deal back, but he received a surprising reply that Campbell's father told him that they would not talk about it again.

Martin is a smart man, and he quickly understands what is going on, and it only takes a sum of money to shut people up forever. Campbell's family needs that money, because even if they don't accept it, they may not be able to appeal successfully, this is how the world works, Tianyi also said something similar when he persuaded the marshal, the law is just a tool, maybe it's fair in itself, but you have to see who holds it.

After that, Martin became like a different person, and he became reticent. And began to teach yourself something about military weapons and the like. He found that he was a talented learner and inspired by his work in a toy factory...... Finally, one day, he committed an extreme act. Disguised as a courier, he gave the nobleman a bomb disguised as a teddy bear.

Martin avenged his friend, and three days after the crime, he was arrested. He also came to his senses and knew that he was likely to face the death penalty, but he did not regret it. Because from the bottom of his heart, Martin knew what he was doing. Not only for Campbell, but also for himself, he vented his despair and resentment against the world in this way, and was willing to die as his salvation.

But things turned out in a way that he didn't expect. Arrest is just the beginning of a nightmare.

Martin was indeed sentenced to death, but it was never carried out because he was requisitioned as an experimental subject. It wasn't until the year he escaped from the lab that he learned that he was being held in Black Hawk County. And that's more than a decade later.

During these ten years, he was bound or restrained almost constantly, inserted like an animal into his stomach with a catheter and forced to eat. You can't even kill yourself. More than once his entrails were taken out and put back in. He has been injected with various toxins and implanted with countless transhuman devices. In the last four years. An organization called Evolution took over the base, and more unimaginably cruel experiments were staged one after another. It can be said that it is a miracle that Martin survived. More than ninety-two percent of the subjects will die, and the remaining eight percent will almost collapse.

Escape was an unexpected opportunity. That year, Martin was turned into a child by a new drug, but this medicine was not a rejuvenating elixir, but a deadly poison.

Like the rulers of many dynasties, the emperors of the empire have never stopped their quest for immortality since the first generations, and similar research has never stopped. Ninety-six percent of the subjects died immediately after the injection, and the remaining four percent returned to childhood, but their lifespan was not extended by becoming children, their appearance did not change, and there was a possibility of sudden death.

Therefore, in fact, the marshal has been a man without a future since then, and he can die at any time, at any time. Every day when he opens his eyes, he rejoices that he has earned another day.

Turning into a child freed Martin from his shackles, and although he was a child in body, his mind was that of a tortured adult with an iron will, and he could not hesitate to kill with anything he had at hand. With some luck, he managed to escape from the experimental base that day, wrapped in an adult's coat, and ran into a blizzard.

Five years later, "Toy Marshal" rose to prominence, and for a time he was a henchman of the Empire, a complete lunatic, the author of countless bombings and homicides, and never seen him in person, and the few times he succeeded in subduing his targets, he only took out a few human-looking murder weapons.

Campbell once said a passage that has always been in Martin's heart: "Brian, has anyone in your old age told you that if people always follow the rules, when they look back when they are old, they will find that there are many things they want to do but don't do." Hehe...... But I say that even though I'm young and aware of my dreams, I don't think it's possible to achieve them at all. ”

There are some things that Martin didn't understand at that time, and he can't understand them. Many years later, the marshal understood why the empire had come to this point, why so many people had taken the risk to join the rebellion, and on the surface, the essence of this war was the same as that of the ancient feudal dynasties, where the oppressed people tried to compete for benefits from the oppressors and replace each other in a comfortable life. But there are some differences in substance, because the empire of today seems to be much stronger than the ancient desolate dynasties, at least they still have seemingly equal laws, at least now few people will starve to death anymore. But is it okay for people to starve to death? No, dogs are like that. People are different, people have dreams, and a large part of people's dreams are as vulgar as Martin when he was young, and of course there are many people whose dreams are lofty and pure. But on this planet ruled by the Empire, ninety percent of the people, from the moment they are born, almost completely lose the opportunity to realize their dreams, in exchange for a full meal. In fact, they are not resentful that they are born with a distinction between high and low, but resentful that even the most fundamental "opportunities" are unequally occupied. The main theme of the war song of this era is not pain, but despair.

............

"The fighting armor is ready to be issued, and the countdown is one minute. The marshal rode inside the uniform and shouted to Fate on his wrist, "Warlock, set up the Crimson Demon Leader and prepare to combine." ”

"That big jellyfish is very annoying, only defending and not attacking, but not leaving the vicinity of the dome. The warlock said.

"Bombard him with the body's own pulses. The marshal commanded.

"Hey, I'm using a solar-powered furnace right now, and the other side has a neutron jammer, and the nuclear power is blocked. Warlock said.

"Do you think the Crimson Demon Leader has only two powers?" the marshal sneered.

"Huh, no, I see ...... on the chart," the warlock replied.

The marshal interrupted him: "Keep your eyes open and see what's behind the cockpit." ”

"Hmm...... Nothing...... Wait! That space is ...... Wouldn't it be that there is a third power source in such a small space?" said the warlock.

"One of the pieces of the Eternal Core. The marshal said: "Something big with a fist, of course, only occupies that little space. ”

"Oh!

"Don't be wordy, release the pulse cannon, block the opponent's movement, and keep the current coordinates, I've already positioned. As the marshal spoke, his uniform was raised, and the hair track ahead was unfurled.

"I have a hunch that he is going to shout, so-and-so, let's attack......" Wei Xing in the main control room whispered to the two people next to him.

"You think I can't hear your nonsense, do you?" the marshal's voice rang out, but he immediately shouted into the communicator, "Brian, attack!"

"Hey...... This guy is really shouting...... Wait, Brian? so he has a name?" Wei said.

"Nonsense, do you think someone will revert to the name Toy and take the name Marshal?" replied Stranzer.

"Hmm...... In fact, I thought his surname was Yuan, and his single name was handsome......"

In the sea, the armor flew out of the gate opened by the Dome, and the Scarlet Demon Leader also fired a pulse cannon at the defensive poisonous sting...... (To be continued.) )