"What?"

Antom raised his hand to indicate that he shouldn't be so surprised:

"The ancient humans called us Flesh Titans because we are made purely of flesh and blood. The scientists among you know very well that the so-called exchange of materials and information within cells can make a body move.

"Electrical signals and chemical transmitters can themselves form an idea.

"The consciousness of the mechanical titan is also a signal change within several chips. The information technology experts among you have created a set of intelligent algorithms that can perfectly simulate the activities of human consciousness, so that they can respond to external stimuli in the same way as you.

"Even if we are just a lump of basic matter that follows certain rules, we will still smile and cry.

"This is the greatest thing your ancestors have ever done - creating two intelligent races that are not afraid of the gods."

Antom said:

"Are you saying that you guys standing in front of me have no soul or spiritual level at all?"

Antom nodded proudly:

"Yes, we don't have your flaws.

"Because there is no soul, the gods cannot have any interaction with our brains, which are purely information. We have isolated them in the spiritual dimension.

"After several times of resistance and communication, your ancestors also realized that we are living creatures. We have reached a covenant and terms. We will still participate in this war to repay you for your creation, but we must respect us.

due rights.

"In such a situation, some of you wise men immediately thought of one thing.

"In fact, in a sense, we are your descendants and your continuation. At the same time...

"We are you, but without our souls.

"At that time, the direction of our war with the gods was not yet clear, and the fear of failure pervaded all mankind. A great wise man came up with an idea that could defeat the gods.

"We and the mechanical Titans are actually basically similar to you at the level of consciousness, so the wise man thinks that we can actually be considered human beings. He proposed to transform all humans into flesh and blood or mechanical titans through biochemical transformation or data transmission.

"As long as there are no human beings with souls, the gods will cease to exist."

Greg swallowed:

"This plan didn't go smoothly, did it?"

Antom smiled and said:

"Of course, otherwise why would you still stand in front of me.

"The opponents among you feel that although we are living creatures, we are no longer the same species as you. They feel that in addition to memories and the particles that carry them, the existence of souls is also an indispensable proof that you are alive.

"The fear of death completely put this plan on hold, and the outcome is obvious - your cowardice allowed the gods to survive."

Gleick disagrees:

"Although I don't know what a soul is, I believe that my ancestors were not stupid."

Antom said noncommittally:

"Maybe."

"I didn't say it was a fault, but the fact is that the gods still exist, and these creatures that are far more evil and terrifying than your ancestors are still eyeing the entire world and may come back at any time.

"And your compatriots are the bodies they are entrusted with."

Greg said cautiously:

"Maybe I should take this news back and let my people continue to fight against the gods?"

Antom showed a meaningful smile:

"No, no need.

"I don't think you can defeat the gods. If the gods now are as weak as if they have been hungry for thousands of years, then you and your ancestors are just like babies and adults.

"You have no chance of winning. It's only a matter of time before the gods win."

The premise is that only humans enter this war.

Antom paused and said:

"Now that you know our origins and the truth about the gods, you should be able to understand my somewhat excessive demands.

"First of all, I want to know the situation in the outside world through you, and I can also keep you alive, but you will never be able to return to your original world in this life. We cannot let our situation be exposed to the gods of the Southern Federation.

"Secondly..."

There was an inexplicable color in his eyes:

"You have to erase your flaws in order to be qualified to survive here."

Greg looked terrified:

"What's the flaw you're talking about?"

Antom replied:

"You have to become our compatriots. My purpose here is to protect this tower and the Titan weapons in it, including a soul-removing machine that can transform you into new humans."

Greg shook his head repeatedly:

"How can I be considered alive if I only have moving cells and particles left?"

Antom looked at him and said:

"Look at me, your soul is not a necessary condition for you to live as a human being. There is only a slight difference between your body and me.

"Don't you think I'm a living creature? Don't your flesh-and-blood brain at this moment have a will of its own? No, it's just that the design of your body is flawed and requires an organ called a soul to provide nutrients for survival.
Chapter completed!