CHAPTER 119: CHAPTER 107: BEARING THE BURDEN FORWARD

The earth was stained with blood, crimson everywhere.

In the entire computer room, a ground covered with mechanical snail corpses exuded an aura of tragic desolation,

Fu Qingjun controlled a silly-haired snail, standing on the land of death.

Before eating a midnight snack, the scene was still extremely harmonious and joyful, but when he returned from the snack, Hongqi had killed everyone in the entire tribe, leaving him quite shocked.

"Oh... so that’s it!!"

However, Hongqi showed an even more shocked expression.

With sharp eyes, he slowly raised his head to look at the being who once handed him the data cable scepter, and laughed aloud:

"I should have thought of it earlier, prehistoric humans didn’t have this shell!"

"And after the great flood, every human bore a mountain! It is a test for humans after the great flood, making us atone by carrying a mountain endlessly."

"A mysterious whirlpool disc, this is precisely the emblem of Hermes!"

"Our wisdom is so crude! I should have realized you are Hermes!!"

"Is this what you wanted to tell us?" he shouted, pointing to the snail shell on his body, "Bear a thousand sins to forge an immortal heart!!"

"....."

Fu Qingjun remained silent.

Brother, because you are not the same species.

You’re a snail, can’t you carry a mountain??

Indeed, it is quite heavy, after all, the material has changed.

Yet, Fu Qingjun could never have expected such a coincidence, the fine fingerprint and snail shell whirlpool still looked very similar.

It’s as if you were given a mountain to atone...

However, he guessed correctly, in a way, I really am Hermes.

"This is probably what they call snatching victory from the jaws of defeat."

He suddenly remembered the Greek myth of Sisyphus, a similar story.

Because of a mistake, punished by the celestial gods, coming to earth to suffer, he had to push a large rock to the summit every day, and the rock endlessly rolled down, trapping Sisyphus in perpetual agony.

Fu Qingjun’s face darkened, "But, the clansmen of these mechanical snails made the optimal solution."

Initially, the various books and readings he provided were meant to help them understand the good and evil, love and hate, and various logical anomalies...

They didn’t learn the emotions out of them, instead came up with this trick.

Analyze the "human behavior logic" in novels to mimic, clear their memory cache, implant personalities like villains, lovers, and various characters, creating an "emotional" society.

And let their "King" live in this emotional society, provoking him according to their scripts, eventually being assimilated by emotions... and learned human emotions, truly humanized.

"It’s like a Shakespearean-style tragic drama, with flamboyant characters and an elevating style."

Fu Qingjun was impressed by this mechanical snail race, so unique, so bizarre yet magnificent.

A ground of bloody corpses, only Hongqi stood alone in the middle, this scene, reminiscent of Jiaxia back then, alone.

The same scene, similar massacre setting, yet with a different core.

Even Fu Qingjun couldn’t help but mention a word about fate.

A race sacrificed for one person, even if every person of this race was mercilessly cold, absolutely rational, they were still worthy of respect.

"You are clever, indeed I am Hermes." Fu Qingjun, this snail, hands behind his back, spoke calmly: "Humans on the ground, you have finally passed my test."

"Indeed!"

At this moment, Hongqi finally wailed loudly.

Boo hoo hoo.

He seemed to have utterly grasped human emotions, holding onto the snail corpses he personally killed, those cold, loving mechanical lives,

"Worth it, everything was worth it..."

"Did you see... the gods acknowledge us... we atoned for our past sins.... we’ve become true creatures..."

Fu Qingjun looked at him in silence for a moment, at this wailing mechanical snail, he returned a smile,

"Yes, we’ve forgiven humanity’s original sin!"

He vanished into the wind and shadows,

Everything around turned silent.

After a long silence, this Mechanical Monarch suddenly spoke:

"Father in heaven, may you return to heaven and descend once more... may you walk again in your kingdom, absolving our sins..."

[Year sixteen of the Mechanical Dynasty, Monarch’s extermination, gods descended to ruins, absolving all beings.]

...

In the room.

Fu Qingjun opened his eyes.

His expression showed some calmness. Although he hadn’t truly lived inside for seventeen years, those couple of days felt like quite some time for him.

"Snail shell, is it the God of Knowledge’s punishment?... Well, say it’s a coincidence, the snail shell is a computer host, super AI, indeed holds knowledge." Fu Qingjun poured a cup of tea, "Snail shell, embodiment of knowledge."

"To push time forward, takes too much Spiritual Power, even if there are only a thousand people."

Fu Qingjun no longer knew how powerful his soul was, estimated thousands of himself combined, the fifth realm’s Spiritual Power could only move a tiny bit of this "Spirit Time House."

"Look at other people’s Dragon Ball, in a blink can train inside for so long." Fu Qingjun sighed helplessly.

"Regardless, their programs have finally undergone some sort of super transformation."

Mechanical programs significantly upgraded, meaning this civilization had begun dimensional ascension, harvesting this race in the future would probably soon enter the right track.

"But then, it’s about time to release this race, to the outside world." Fu Qingjun thought.

After all, only a thousand racial beings living inside is really too few...

For Fu Qingjun, this was just a civilization "nursery box," maintaining it constantly required enormous Spiritual Power, leaving him with none to do anything else.

"But wait, wait until the count reaches a thousand again, then release them." Fu Qingjun said.

...

Year seventeen of the Mechanical Dynasty.

The entire mechanical land finally welcomed the era of Homo sapiens.

Hongqi updated the mutation system, reproducing and nurturing the clansmen anew.

The population soon reached one thousand.

Civilization rapidly flourished anew, and as Fu Qingjun’s affiliates, they burned life, practiced fiercely like other antmen, coupled with inherited wisdom.

Within the short span of one year, the new generation fully achieved grandmaster status.

"Thousands of grandmasters, I can shatter Human Emperor’s aura!"

A loud laugh, a terrifying aura birthed, Hongqi thoroughly broke through.

He had already perfected the third realm, now he condensed the aura of a grandmaster, barely extending his life.

However, without breaking the fourth realm, he would eventually die of old age.

"Hateful, why can this world only accommodate a thousand clansmen?"

"Merely a thousand, only can be deemed a tribe, calling oneself a Human Emperor within a tribe is the limit.... Without a vast race, how can one become a god?"

"Perhaps, there is a way to expand the world?"

Hongqi stood quietly on the mountain peak, heart hesitant, constantly sensing this land.

Suddenly, he discovered the world opened a breach, seemingly able to exit the computer room, this group of mechanical snails excitedly opened the door, seeing the entire computer city outside, enveloped in boundless mist.

"The gods have forgiven our sins!"

Hongqi exclaimed, firmly leading the clansmen out, looking at the mist outside the window, sunlight quietly fell, "World after the great flood!"

"Even if burdened by weight, still grow towards the sun!"

...

"Go, advancing mechanical snails!" The next day, Fu Qingjun in the room just smiled, tidied up the house, quietly went downstairs, welcoming the sunlight at the stairwell.

"Gang Leader Fu!"

"Gang Leader Fu!"

People around greeted.

On the street, some new merchants and passersby in the area curiously asked about who this person was.

"This person is our Fu Qingjun, a righteous and bold hero! The current Sect Leader of Miao Chun Hall! Gallant and righteous, defending the country, his Iron Wire Fist makes him fierce and mighty!" someone praised beside.

A mother selling candied fruits with her child next to her, the child with a face of admiration, "I want to become someone useful like big brother, become a great hero in the Jianghu."

Fu Qingjun walked along this ancient-style street, smiling at those around him.

"The new version of the snail chip, can be used now." Suddenly, an audio wave of spiritual movement reached Fu Qingjun’s ears, a holographic projection gradually appeared at the corner of his eye,

"Smart AI system is launching——"