Chapter Eighty-Six: The Profession of the Fire Bearer (35)

After a while, Meng Yiran, who had left from the big bird around the tavern, stepped into the energy tower with one foot deep and one foot shallow and one foot in the snow, and returned to the triple alloy door of the power furnace with ease.

'Selfishness' was still shouting in his ears, and his roaring and threats did not stop on the way back, but no matter how he kept beeping in his ears and being incompetent and furious, Meng Yiran had the right to turn a deaf ear and turn a deaf ear.

I didn't expect to come back not long after

Meng Yiran looked at the alloy door in front of him, thinking that he had only walked out of it not long ago, and couldn't help but feel a little emotion in his heart&ash;&ash;From the time he left the energy tower, to the time he returned to this place after experiencing everything, it was only a few hours, and when he came out, he was a normal person who followed the selfish nature of biology and escaped from responsibility and death. When he returned, he was a retrograde who overcame the instinct of living beings to seek good fortune and avoid evil, and took the initiative to move towards danger and death.

It can be said that the attitude has changed 180 degrees like turning the sky upside down.

The wonders of the world are nothing more than that.

Idiot! What are you doing here! Do you think you're important to the chairman?!

The roar of 'selfishness' is like thunder, with the madness of impotent rage.

You're nothing! Nothing works! The chairman will only get you back because of the idea that resources cannot be wasted!

Even if you escape here, he still has a solution to Night City's energy crisis!

Meng Yiran listened carefully to the voice of the other self in his heart, nodded in agreement: You are right, for the chairman who has mastered the soul transcription technology, as long as the 'original body' is still in his hands, as long as he is willing, he can create countless 'Meng Yiran' like me like making me.

It's fair to say that my presence really doesn't matter to him

Then why don't you yet

The 'selfish' thunderous roar exploded, but it was immediately interrupted by Meng Yiran.

But I felt like I had to step up and do something.

Meng Yiran looked at his right hand, this calloused and weather-beaten rough hand still had black oil stains left by the previous repair of machines and wiring, as if he was communicating with 'selfishness', and as if he was cheering himself up, he said to himself.

I want to save people, I want to stand up and save more people, and do my best.

The silence lasted only for a short moment, and then the 'selfish' roar hit like a storm: *** Sober me up! Don't dream of being a hero!

What are you doing this? In order to prevent the tragedy of that little girl from happening again, you went to burn yourself as firewood? Do you sacrifice yourself to satisfy that hypocritical and boring sense of morality in your own heart? Or is it to save you from the inferiority complex and the sense of powerlessness and guilt in the face of fate and objective facts?

The triple alloy door slowly opened, and Meng Yiran listened to the 'selfish' roar in his ears, and walked in calmly.

It can't be helped, I used to be a rough guy who worked on assembly lines in factories. If it weren't for the empowerment of soul tranquilization, and the acceptance of everything from a noble fire bearer, I wouldn't have any sense of morality.

The boots made a crisp tapping sound on the alloy floor, perhaps completely remembering the memories of being a worker in the past, and Meng Yiran's self-proclaimed speech would also change slightly from time to time: If it were me who was ignorant, I am afraid that I would have listened to your words and fled, and I would not feel sorry at all.

It's just that you have given me morality and knowledge, you have given me your way of thinking, and after I have inherited everything from you, I will no longer be as ignorant as I used to be

I thought that way, especially when I realized that the little girl who was squatting in the corner was not only a pariah whom I had despised but also a living person, and I could no longer hypnotize myself that the life of a pariah was worthless

I feel guilty, I blame myself, really, when I saw that little girl, I wondered if it was because I didn't spread the fire in time that it caused her death, if every minute I wasted, it would cause more people to die.

He recounted his inner thoughts at the time, walked through the hallway and down the stairs with sorrow to the door of the control room, and then kicked the door open: Sapples! Mazefak!

The humanoid projection curtain coalesced the moment he opened the door, and Gwen's iconic, but slightly puzzled, voice resounded in the control room.

Why are you back again?

Surprised, surprised, surprised? Meng Yiran swept away the depression and sorrow he showed when he was outside the door before, a happy smile appeared on his face, and his mood was very high and excited, as if he was hiding and forgetting the fear in his heart in this way, the master is back again! Isn't it different from the previous generations of fire bearers you have bringed?

He slipped into the control room, and reached out to pat Gwen's projection, directly slapping the latter's projection shoulder into a pile of misguided light and shadow: I have changed my mind and decided to come back to spread the fire.

Meng Yiran's words seemed to have plunged Ge Wen into a great confusion, and the latter couldn't understand what had happened in just a few hours that made this girl suddenly run back and take the initiative to ask for the fire, and his mood at this time can also be seen from the garbled light and shadow that he has turned into a mess of color blocks, are you the chairman forcing you to come back?

Why do you think so Meng Yiran looked at Ge Wen, who was chaotic, shook his head and replied: This should be my own choice, a choice made after ten minutes of careful consideration.

You're being self-satisfied!

The sound of a 'selfish' roar echoed through the control room.

As an outsider, Ge Wen naturally couldn't understand Meng Yiran's current state, seeing his sudden change in temperament and refuting himself, this projection couldn't help but wonder: What are you doing here?

It's okay, I'm communicating with another personality, wait for me for a while, Meng Yiran waved his hand, and then turned to 'selfishness' and said: You're right, I'm just self-satisfied. But don't people live in this world just to satisfy themselves?

I want to become a fire bearer, not only as a part of 'Meng Yiran', but also as a part of the unknown worker, and also to become a fire bearer, while satisfying my own wishes, I can also meet my own moral needs, and save I don't know how many people.

The price is death!

I don't care or rather, I don't care now.

Because I feel like something is more important than my life right now.

The middle-aged and elderly man gradually put away his smile and looked at Gwen's humanoid projection seriously: "I'm done, you can do it."

Salute to you, the flame bearer with a noble soul. Ge Wen touched his chest with his right hand, bowed deeply to Meng Yiran, saluted him very solemnly, and then raised his head and said: Next, start the sacrificial ceremony, the process may be a little painful, please bear with me

It doesn't matter, before I became a fire bearer, I was best at endurance, working twenty-four hours at high intensity, and the pain of the sacrificial ritual was no more unbearable than fatigue and the foreman's whip, right?

Meng Yiran showed a free and easy smile, and then the floor in the control room lit up, and it should be accurate to say that the magic array engraved on the floor of the control room lit up.

The intricate magic circle of several concentric circles, several lines and geometric patterns, and countless runes gradually lit up, and a mysterious and mysterious supernatural power enveloped his body as the magic circle activated.

In the next second, it was as if an illusory flame was burning in his field of vision.

No, it's him who burns

Burned.

Sharp pain and burning sensation followed!

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