The huge steel python Siberia watched Joshua throw the fragments of steel that were infused with soul into the time and space gate. It just stared at all this quietly, without any fluctuations in his emotions.

Every world is different, and every world will is also different. Some world will like to interfere with the civilization and race in their bodies. They will even personally help those cute, fragile, mortals who live and die like dust to prosperity and prosperity.

Some world wills, who torture everything for evil, may not really want to do evil. From a certain perspective, they are just poking and destroying their bodies from time to time, just like children playing with ants, simple and terrifying.

There are kindness, indifferentness, naturally evil and ruthlessness. The will of the world is like a wise life, with various categories.

Siberia is more extraordinary. Compared with the kind who is extremely active and likes to interfere in the world, it is not interested in everything. The steel python floating in the void just wants to quietly watch the cycle of sentient beings and sleep quietly... However, even such a simple wish cannot be realized.

"A descendant from another world."

The Steel Python, which had not had a rest for a thousand years, stared at the slowly dissipating formation and whispered to herself: "I hope you can bring everything back to the right track... You are the only existence willing to help me in so many years."

At the same time, Joshua's soul is sinking.

Passing through the foggy time and space gate, he came to the mezzanine in the world and the void. The warrior felt that he was falling, falling endlessly, and the ever-changing deep time and space curtain was shaking beside him. He felt that countless sounds and colors were invading his senses.

This was the first time Joshua had passed through a strange world barrier. Usually, because of his familiarity with the world of Mycrov, he had always been able to cross this distance in an instant, but in the world of Siberia, he spent a long time due to a wonderful energy barrier.

In a hazy stream of light and wonderful energy, the warrior's soul seemed to hear some "sound".

Joshua, who do you call yourself a savior?

You have said that people in the world do not need to be saved, they will save themselves, so why do you call yourself a savior?

This sound is wonderful, as if it comes from deep inside, as if it comes from the void, it evokes every fragile logic in the human heart and asks back and forth.

Joshua didn't think too much about the origin of this question. Perhaps it was the doubts about him deep in his heart, or perhaps it was the inner demon that evolved to such an evolution in his life form. At this time, because of the separation of ** and soul, these invisible doubts surfaced... But these irrelevantly, Joshua just gave his own answer calmly.

Savior is an act, and savior is an attitude.

To put yourself above the entire world and save condescendingly is arrogant and unrealistic... But to help others no longer move towards destruction, you actually just need to do it, do it, and start to act.

For Joshua, the so-called salvation is nothing more than doing what he should do. Just as a person with kind thoughts will help pedestrians on the roadside to guide the way, and will lift up those who are about to fall and have fallen. The strength of the warrior has reached this point, so his kind thoughts can do such things without any noble reputation at all.

He called himself a savior and just explained a fact, but from beginning to end, Joshua was a warrior, and only a warrior.

The ever-changing curtain of time and space disappeared.

The blue-purple steel fragments fell from the highest sky in the world. They broke through the clouds and fell to a diamond-shaped continent. You can see that the continent was deserted, with only scattered green dots spread all over every corner of the world. In the center of the continent, there were a series of steel creatures roaring and operating. At the center of theirs, a spiral spire that seemed to penetrate the clouds stood in the center of the world, with a deep blue light flashing at the top.

Joshua is falling.

He has entered the world of Siberia.

...

This is a very small studio. It is less than forty square meters of beds full of oil marks. A rust-filled workbench occupies nearly half of the room. Except on the workbench, other parts of the room are filled with mountains of debris and parts, and the dark and messy room is full of fishy smell of steel.

But at this time, the originally rich smell of engine oil and rust was overwhelmed by a stronger smell.

Tick, tick.

On the workbench, a human-shaped puppet was placed in the center. It seemed to be damaged and was waiting for repair by people, but just in front of it, a stiff human-shaped plunged on the stage. One of his hands fell, and it could be seen that there was a huge wound on the side of the man's head.

The liquid flowed out of it unstoppably, accumulated in the depressions of the workbench, and then dripped down to the ground along the hands.

This is the smell of blood.

A dirty diary with oil and blood was spread out, and the wind from the exhaust vent rolled it, turning it page by page.

[Working log, Day 2971: Repair of three suppressed soul puppets in the ‘breeding area’. Two were successfully repaired, one core driver was damaged, and apply for a new soul core from the ‘garden area’.]

[Work Log, Day 2972: The Soul Core has arrived, and the soul puppet is repaired. It is extremely difficult and has been successfully repaired.]

[Work Log, Day 2973: It is promoted to a first-level maintenance personnel, and is transferred from the "No. 1 maintenance area of ​​the breeding area" to the "No. 6 maintenance room of the garden area". The work room has been confirmed, the workbench is unlocked, and a new day of work will begin the next day.]

[Work Log, Day 2974: Hit by the soul energy leaked by the puppet, the work failed to be completed, the head is so strange, what does this feel like... I got a warning from the management area: If the task is not completed without applying, I will be destroyed.]

【Wait, what is ‘I’?】

Scattered stains and graffiti overshadow all the text, and I can't see what was written. When it appeared again, it was a few pages later.

[Work Log, Day 3002: I was very confused. What was going on? After coming to the garden area, my brain suddenly became extremely clear, and I could integrate the knowledge that was originally irrelevant... What kind of life did I live before? I have no memory. The people around me are just like soul puppets, working at the same pace every day... I was probably the same before.]

[Work Log, Day 3003: Today is the first month of waking up, and I completed the routine soul puppet repair task. Most of them were simple joint failures and it took me three minutes... But everything was too abnormal. The maintenance staff like me did not respond to what I said, and the same was true for those walking in the corridor... Do they not hear me? However, the log has become a habit, and I will probably continue to write it.]

[Work Log, Day 3005: When I wanted to get out of the maintenance area, I was stopped by the soul puppet. The garden area was ahead. I could see the children playing on the grass. They were very happy, and the soul puppet was taking care of them... Maybe I was thinking too much, maybe it was just because I was from the breeding area that was not qualified to move freely in the garden area. I also felt happy when I watched the children play happily.]

[Work Log, Day 3012: No! The children's play is exactly the same, just like, like a puppet... I felt creepy, something was definitely wrong here, am I the only one who thinks so?]

[Work Log, Day 3031, the second month after waking up, nothing has changed. Everyone's living habits are to "work", "daily" and "sleep". They can hear me, but they don't pay attention to what I said. A few days ago, a group of new children came to the garden area. They looked more timid than before, afraid of the surrounding environment, but they were a little more real... But after a few days, they all became as happy as their previous children, but they looked like puppets!]

[Work Log, Day 3047: If this continues, I may be assimilated into a puppet again... Recently, there have been many damaged puppets, and there seem to be traces of various flames melting and low temperature ice. It seems that I have experienced battles. It is very troublesome to repair, but it just allows me to get rid of this loneliness...]

[Work log... What day is the fucking day? What's wrong with this damn world? I can't even walk out of this pit corridor! Those soul puppets blocked the door, holding the furnace ray generator used to destroy garbage in my hands. I can't take risks with my life... But I really hope to see some different scenery. I even began to miss the days without wisdom in the past. At least I can work for three thousand consecutive days without any boring complaints!]

The diary's recorder finally began to complain. It can be seen that his anger was piled up, but he could not find a way to vent. But in the end, he gradually calmed down and began to write a new diary.

[Work Log, Day 3173: Although it is still difficult to accept, why can others endure this unchanging lonely day... Maybe I made a mistake. The parts of my soul used to manage irritability are out of order, just like those puppets with damaged soul core... But I don't plan to repair this. In short, there are many books in the maintenance room, probably for querying the knowledge of repairing the soul puppet. Anyway, there is no way to vent, so why not read more books.]

Next was a small piece of blank space, with the handwriting at the upper and lower ends very different, and it seemed that it had been a long time.

[Work Log, Day 3726: I was probably a little crazy and would continue to come back to write this damn diary, but today I have to write down what I saw... The children in the garden area have grown up, and the biggest ones probably meet the standards of adulthood. The soul puppets took them all away and sent them to the next medical area, but they never came out again... The reserves of the soul core have increased. Oh my God, I don't know what I am saying, what am I doing? Who am I?]

[Work Log, Day 3739: A few days ago, I took off all my clothes and poured my body with cold water. My head began to heat up. This is what the book says about cold... The soul puppet entered the studio and took me away. For the first time, I left the corridor of the pit area. They took me to the medical area. There were the same expressionless people. They diagnosed me, provided medicine, and injected injections. I took this opportunity to observe the surroundings... When I was injecting the injection, another child was brought in by the soul puppet, and it took her to the operating room at the end... The puppet came out, holding two boxes in his hand, but the child did not. The puppet placed a box on the cabinet next to me. I saw the cabinets around it were filled with the same boxes, and it said...'Super-powered unit'? Probably this word.

Back in the maintenance room, I found that there was another reserve in the core of the soul. I probably understood, and I was unexpectedly calm. I originally thought I would go crazy, but am I crazy now? Haha.]

[Work Log, Day 4000: An integer, I began to gradually emerge from decadence. After all, I am still alive, and living is hope. No matter how lonely or boring I am, I am always better than the civilians in the breeding area and the children sent to the operating room. Oh my God, I actually began to feel superior because of this. After all, compared to the ignorant farmers and harvested crops, a crazy maintenance worker will naturally feel superior, right?

[Work Log. Day 4123: It is worth remembering today, because the soul puppets sent to the clinic for the first time have exceeded 15, which breaks the record. These silly people are all traces of battle, with various penetration and broken wounds. There are more than seven soul core damage alone... Someone is fighting with these guys and can actually destroy these puppets! This is simply the greatest motivation for me. Although I don’t know if these people will come, I will wait, hope and wait. This is my creed to maintain my rationality in this endless loneliness.]

[Day 4779: The maintenance worker in the fifth repair room next door was taken away by the soul puppet. Wrinkles appeared on his face, his hands began to tremble. He was also sent to the medical area. There was another soul core. I stared at the patrolling soul puppets for a long time. Under the steel shell I was familiar with, is there a soul I was familiar with?]

The handwriting of writing these words trembled, as if it was because of fear and anger, but more, I am afraid it was at a loss. The owner of the diary himself did not seem to know what he should do until the next time the diary appeared.

[On the 5000th day, another integer, I began to get used to loneliness. I had learned to empty my head, just like those who were dazed. Through several opportunities for puppet inspections, I walked through half a garden area, and I had already roughly understood what kind of environment I was in.

The garden area is surrounded by a vast breeding area in the center. Every day, new children are sent here. I am in the most central part of the garden area. All seriously damaged puppets will be sent here for repair or dismantling... If the breeding area is a farm used to cultivate the wheat and bread we eat, then the garden area is a farm that cultivates the "soul core".

In that case, whose wheat and bread are we?

At least, I believe that my waiting is valuable. I am discovering the truth about our world bit by bit... Although I cannot awaken others, such records must make sense. We have words, books, can create soul puppets, and can build huge breeding gardens. We cannot be born to be dolls who only know how to work and sleep... Someone has turned us into what we are today, and I will remember all this.]

After that, there was no record. A long blank appeared in the diary, the pages of the book were surging, and the clean paper was flipped, until at the end, a huge number suddenly appeared on the last page of the diary.

【10,000 days】

[Twenty years have passed. It has been twenty years since I woke up. It was a long time. I even forgot about my original mental journey. Fortunately, I found my diary and made me recall the past again.

As I got old, wrinkles on my face began to appear, just like the fifth maintenance worker. My hands had not started to tremble, but they should be fast. Although it was an illusion, I always felt that those soul puppets were staring at me. In a short time, they would probably take me to the medical room and turn me into a soul core.

My compatriots who have not yet awakened, I was surprised, afraid, and despised them at first. Later, I despised, despised, ignored them. I thought I was different from others and could change some things, but I found that I was actually no different from those compatriots. I even endured more loneliness and pain than them, but I still had to live the same life. But so what? They were the same as me. I just gained self-awareness because of a lucky soul impact, and that's all, and I recorded these words just to prove my existence.

I pity them, just as I pity my own destiny, I have thought for twenty years, and the conclusion is that I hope to exist, I will exist, I will not go crazy, but I have not had the second twenty years to wait.

The battle in the outside world is still continuing, and puppets that need maintenance are constantly being sent. Because of this, I still have hope. I know that the soul puppets will come one day and take me away and become a soul core, but I will not let them do this, and they will never succeed.

I would rather die with hope that I could kill, than to endure the peaceful despair for a second.

I chose to die, I should have chosen this way, sweet death, free from the cage of despair, this is the only remaining freedom I have left in this prison called the Garden.

The repair worker is not repairing his own mind, this is the work log for the last day.]

Blood ticking.

The sticky blood began to solidify gradually, and you could see the middle-aged man who fell on the workbench and began to aging.

He has a positive facial features and a strong body. His years of repair work have made him healthy. The man's head has begun to turn white and his hair has fallen. He is wearing a gray maintenance uniform. The man's left hand is holding a welding gun, his right hand is hanging aside, his fingers are curled up slightly, and on the ground, a pen is in the pool of blood.

The man shot his head at the last moment of his life with a welding gun that was enough to burn fusion metal.

This is his choice, free death.

At the same time, a blue-purple light flashed by, and it ignored all barriers and fell straight into this small maintenance room.

The dazzling silver light swept through everything around it, and the steel fragments began to choose their own hosts. A low buzzing sound rang out from every corner of the space, causing the soul puppets in the entire garden to look around and start walking, looking for targets.

But then, the buzzing sound suddenly stopped. The soul puppet could not find the target and could only retreat to its original position... But if someone could sense the soul world, he would definitely hear a low and clear sound, as if something had been inlaid and had already been in place. In the next moment, the unparalleled pressure swept across the entire garden area and even the breeding area, making all the light dim for a moment.

In the small repair room, everything seems to remain the same.

But suddenly, on the workbench, the dark eyes of the damaged soul puppet flashed for a moment, and a silver light mixed with purple blue penetrated its entire body.

"The numbered snova-21 harvest type is restarted again, the core is ready, the unknown energy source is injected...the soul maneuver is restarted successfully."

An emotionless voice came from it, but the sound gradually changed and finally turned into a low male voice: "Looking for the body that best matches the original life form, starting to possess, starting to assimilate, starting to load the steel fragment plug-in, and starting to indoctrinate the soul..."

"The advent ends."
Chapter completed!