Jikesu gestured to Ye Zhongming and gave this excellent trash a very high treatment.
Being able to sit in front of the Chief Technical Officer, even the masked warriors may not have this honor.
But Ye Zhongming didn't know this. Since it was called to sit, he just sat down. He sat directly on the chair. When he saw a cup in front of him that was exactly the same as the one in front of the old man, he picked it up and drank all the liquid in it.
It's a little bitter, but then it's sweet.
Jikesu looked at this scene with a half-smile, thinking this little guy was quite interesting.
"Aren't you afraid it's venom?"
Ye Zhongming glanced at the cup of the old man opposite him, feeling eager to try it.
"I drank a lot. This is fragrant paddle. It can refresh the mind and clear the brain, and it can also treat internal injuries. But drinking too much will paralyze the nerves and cause slow reaction." Jixu picked up the cup and drank it himself.
Ye Zhongming felt stingy in his heart.
The King of Genting was injured before. After drinking this, he felt much better.
"Expressing recklessness is not a good way to protect yourself."
Jikesu would not believe that a guy who could draw inferences from one instance and still retain two-thirds of his inherent skills would be a reckless person.
Ye Zhongming was not embarrassed after being exposed. He laughed: "There is a saying in my hometown that children who can scream will have milk to eat."
Jikesu thought about the meaning and smiled happily.
"Tell me what kind of milk you want."
"you are?"
Jixu introduced his identity to Ye Zhongming, and also briefly talked about the situation of the Star Eye Clan. The two clan leaders, three masked warrior troops, as well as the training department, technical department, logistics department and other functional departments.
Not complicated, but should be very efficient.
Strictly speaking, this is not what a real race should look like. If you want to truly control a race, it involves all aspects of things. Just these few departments are definitely not enough. Ye Zhongming felt very strange in his heart.
This is actually more like a company.
Perhaps seeing the doubts in Ye Zhongming's heart, Jixu became more solemn and said: "The place where you are now is outside your planet and in the universe. This place is actually a man-made fortress that is half biological and half mechanical."
Jixu clicked on the table. The tabletop that Ye Zhongming thought was metal suddenly lit up, projecting a soft light upward like flowing water. The brightness and color were different, forming a holographic image.
Is it a spherical... building? Ye Zhongming can only describe it this way, because the artificial traces on it are very obvious. It is like a layer of skin wrapping a metal ball, showing a unique luster in some places.
Ye Zhongming looked at it and suddenly asked how big the sphere was.
Jixu thought for a moment, lowered his head and slid a few times on a wristband that was about three inches long, and said: "It should be three point five sixty four times that of your planet."
Ye Zhongming almost fell off his chair.
Is it this big? Man-made?
Ye Zhongming didn't think it was a fortress at all when he was up there before, he thought it was a brand new planet.
Jikesu smiled bitterly, "There is nothing we can do about this."
After finishing speaking, he collected his emotions and said: "You can call it Jibubu No. 5. Jibubu is the dialect of a certain race. When translated into dark language, it means survivor."
Survivor 5?
Ye Zhongming narrowed his eyes. The name itself means a lot of things.
"There are seven artificial stars like this in the universe."
"All the races in the universe are concentrated on it." Jikesu's words shocked Ye Zhongming greatly.
All races in the universe do not live on their respective home planets, but on this artificial star?
What about their home planet?
"Already destroyed."
Ye Zhongming opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
"Because of roulette and slaves."
The King of Clouds' hands were trembling a little under the table. He knew that the answer he had been pursuing since his rebirth would be revealed soon. At this moment, he actually felt as nervous as a coward in his hometown.
"You know God, there should be such a legend on your home planet."
Jixu knocked on the table, and he didn't know what was touched. The two cups slowly merged into the table. When they reappeared a few seconds later, they were filled with the same fragrant paddle as before.
But at this moment, Ye Zhongming had no intention of studying this, and just focused on looking at the old man in front of him.
"God actually has nothing to do with ability, but only faith." After saying something that Ye Zhongming couldn't quite understand, the old man continued: "It's just a mysterious, powerful race that far exceeds our knowledge.
In our eyes, they are omnipotent, and they help the lives on backward planets to get out of their home planets, enter the universe, and truly understand the space in which they exist."
"The maker of the roulette wheel?" Ye Zhongming asked tentatively.
"Yes, the maker of the roulette wheel." Jixu's voice was low, as if what he was saying was not a pleasant thing.
"Unfortunately, God is also selfish."
"Their purpose is not only to help the life on these planets improve their technological level, move toward the universe, and move toward the interstellar era, but to... create warriors to fight against their enemies."
Jixu drank all the liquid in the cup, as if he wanted to drink away some bad emotions.
"You have to pay a price to create warriors."
The two of them were silent for a while, but Ye Zhongming said in a suppressed voice: "Virus? Corpse transformation?"
Jixu thought for a while and nodded: "Although it's not called that, I can understand it. It should be what you think."
"The rule of the universe is survival of the fittest. This is normal, but our God shortened this process to an instant, and then continued to use this rule to select people who can help them."
Ye Zhongming clenched his fists. In his mind, it was the day of the apocalypse. Many of the faces that were actually blurred showed the faces of his loved ones who collapsed in pain when they turned into monsters in front of them.
God is so cruel and cold before giving.
Ye Zhongming believes that with this so-called god's ability, they can be less cruel and can achieve their goals through layers of selection, but why should they take such drastic measures?
Is life so cheap in their eyes?
It's not that Ye Zhongming is compassionate, but that God's choice is so cruel that it's outrageous.
"You have never approached God. Do you want an explanation?"
Ye Zhongming asked Jixu in front of him with slightly red eyes.
Jacksu smiled bitterly, "We can't find God, so we can only do things according to their instructions, their rules, and the framework they set for us."
"Can't find it?" Ye Zhongming didn't quite understand, how could he not find it? How could God put the roulette wheel on the earth if he couldn't find it?
"If you can't find God, what about their enemies? Can't you find them either? Are they still enemies?"
Jixu shook his head, "The enemy is indeed the enemy, not only for God, but also for all of our lives."
A name flashed through his mind instantly, and Ye Zhongming blurted it out.
"Slave clan?"
"Yes, slave." Jixu clicked on the table again, and a brand new projection appeared in front of Ye Zhongming. It was a deep space in the universe. The old man pointed at a place.