[Drop, congratulations to the host for awakening and rotting the AI system, let's start to verify the host's consciousness!] 】

[Detects that the host has no ability, and will randomly awaken the weakest ability for the host for the next day!] 】

He Mo heard the ridiculous voice in his head as if it was a machine, and felt that he must be a little sick, and he began to hallucinate, He Mo shook his head and focused his eyes on a spitting middle-aged bald man on the street.

He was shouting hoarsely, all sorts of slogans, such as "taxpayers' money should not be used to feed this waste" and "this dry meal army get out as soon as possible".

The "dry rice" legions in his mouth refer to the Frost Legion in He Mo's metropolis, which is directly under the orders of the highest management AI.

Since the AI that manages this metropolis is called "Frost", through this name, and then linked to the name of this legion, as well as the AI riot a few years ago, He Mo couldn't help but mourn for the puppet mayor.

But then again, He Mo is not disgusted by the AI's behavior of "raising private armies", after all, if it weren't for the strict management of AI militarization, which allowed the Frost Legion to maintain the ability to go out of the city to "hunt", their main source of food would now be recycled human corpses.

Based on this consideration, He Mo ignored the middle-aged man who was shouting on the side of the road, and slowly walked back home.

Compared with solving the distant problem of private army, He Mo has more important issues to consider.

That's He Mo's homework problem.

The elevator began to rise slowly. The gray-white canopy shone through the glass on He Mo's face.

After being filtered by the membrane, the light also becomes unchanged: during the day it has always been this gray appearance, and at night at night, except for the artificial moon that twinkles on the "membrane", there is no outside starlight.

He Mo raised his head like this, looked at the membrane in the distance, looked at the heavenly dome outside the membrane, and sighed lowly.

The elevator stopped on the 16th floor, and He Mo slowly walked out and opened the door.

"I'm back."

He pushed open the door and walked in, the dust on the ground fluttering with the air currents as it opened the door, and some scraps of paper fell on the sign on the door, "Single Survival Warehouse", as if answering him silently.

He Mo walked to the window and looked at the city through the countless twisted steels with the help of the flickering lights in the huge steel machines in the distance.

When the population of a city reaches "100 million", it may be a serious and difficult task to "survive" with the existing resources. At this point, "human rights" become less important.

At least in the eyes of the AI, it's not that important.

People are divided into three, six, nine and so on according to their abilities, and the gap between the rich and the poor is getting wider and wider under the solidified and decaying class.

The "superior people" who are useful to society enjoy all the high-quality resources, while the inferior people can only use the products of the garbage that they eat and recycle.

He took one last look at the gray sky and planned to start writing today's homework.

[You've matched the most appropriate ability for the host, and now you're starting to awaken.] 】

At this time, a sudden sleepiness came through, He Mo stumbled, and then fell into a deep sleep in an instant.

But he forgot one thing: he didn't turn on the air supply in the room.

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In the dream, He Mo felt himself slowly floating. Floating, floating, as if a long, long time had passed.

He Mo came to a black world.

He floated slowly, and soon, he encountered the only thing in this black world, which was an illusory and huge tree-like projection, with branches twisting and turning, ancient and strict, and He Mo slowly floated into the tree like a mayfly under his reflection.

The trunk of the tree is coiled and disordered, and each branch reflects a different picture, some are huge fireballs, some are condensed with ice, and some are deep and dark, and even faintly feel the fluctuations of space shattering, mysterious and evil.

The force that pulled He Mo stayed in the heart of the tree, as if thinking about something.

After about two or three seconds, the power dragged He Mo towards a stream of trees that looked unremarkable, there were no fluctuations on the branches, and there was a tattered black box, and the surrounding heaven and earth visions looked extremely ordinary. If He Mo had been conscious, he would have been so angry that he would have fallen unconscious

But He Mo was still asleep, unaware that he had successfully awakened perhaps one of the weakest abilities in the world.

At the same time, the tattered box emitted a burst of faint blue light, and disappeared in He Mo's heart.

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