"The adaptability is so strong. Humans in this world have actually evolved to this extent." Muria sighed as he staggered to the point where he could now walk with his young body.
Normal human babies are usually not able to walk until about a year after birth, but it only took less than ten days for his body to be able to walk, and he still has teeth.
"This means I don't need to drink nutritional supplements and can eat meat." Muria cracked her mouth at a shiny metal wall, and then saw two rows of snow-white teeth.
"My situation should not be unique." Recalling that her performance in the past few days should be extremely shocking compared to ordinary babies, Muria said softly to herself.
Because no one was surprised by his performance, they seemed to think it was normal. This made Muria know what kind of situation the human beings in this world have fallen into.
Immediately after birth, they have the ability to walk and run upright, and they can also eat meat. This is a characteristic that mammal cubs living in the wilderness can have, because they live in a dangerous wilderness and can lose their lives at any time.
, so they evolved this ability.
Under normal circumstances, humans who have developed civilization do not need this ability, but humans in this world have regained these characteristics.
Natural selection, survival of the fittest. The cruel environment will eliminate all life forms that cannot adapt. The invasion of evil gods will make the world's living environment even worse, and all humans who cannot adapt will be eliminated. If the entire ethnic group
If it cannot adapt, it will become extinct.
Time passed slowly, and Muria was not in a hurry to take action, because he wanted to see the weapons and machines created by humans in this world to fight against evil gods.
So he quietly grew up as a baby in this base city, growing and developing at a speed far exceeding that of a normal baby.
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"Fenrir, are you nervous?" On a corridor a hundred meters above the ground, a girl about 1.5 meters tall played with her hair and asked a little boy beside her.
"Not nervous."
"You are about to choose your own divine machine. If you fail, you will be swallowed by the divine machine."
"I will not fail." Muria looked through the glass window in front of him at the crowded base city below. Then he looked past the steel city wall that surrounded the base city and looked at the endless wilderness outside the city wall.
.
Although Brilliant Base City has the word "city", it is essentially a military fortress filled with various weapons and energy facilities. There are actually very few places for people to live.
Its permanent population is just over 100,000. For a civilization that has developed energy weapons, it is almost ridiculous to call such a large gathering of humans a city.
But in the apocalypse, a base city with this level of population is truly a big city. Because no one who can live in the base city is a waste, and everyone can play a role.
"So confident?" The little girl immediately laughed when she heard what the boy who was slightly younger than her said, "You don't think you can control a magical machine because you have the qualifications, do you?"
"To control the divine machine, what else do you need?"
"Unyielding faith, the will to move forward, and the fearless courage. Only with these can one be able to fully control a divine machine without being swallowed up by it."
"Fancy." Muria commented briefly.
"Fenrir, I see that your will is not very strong. Do you want to come to my room tonight? I can help you train your will." The girl looked at Muria with a smile, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.
"Not interested." Seeing the girl who seemed to have entered spring, Muria directly refused, then turned and left. He thought the girl wanted to do something when she asked him out, but it turned out that it was for such boring things.
"What an ignorant, stinky brother." Seeing Muria leaving so uncomprehendingly, the girl couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
"Hey, Fenrir, why are you back so soon? Didn't I just see you going out with Lux?"
When Muria returned to the training ground inside the base, a teenager who was training saw Muria walking in and said in surprise.
"Well, I went out with her, but she talked to me about some time-wasting issues, so I refused to come back."
"I admire you for being able to refuse this." Hearing Muria's answer, the boy's expression suddenly became strange. He naturally knew why the girl just asked Muria out.
"It doesn't matter if you refuse, Lux is not someone easy to deal with." At this time, another older young man walked into the training room. Hearing the conversation just now, he immediately interrupted and said, and at the same time he
He also looked at Muria, his eyes became a little subtle,
"Fenrir, if I remember correctly, you haven't had any contact with anyone of the opposite sex until now. You still seem to be a virgin."
"..." Muria started training, too lazy to pay attention to these two people whose minds were already filled with hormones.
"It seems that the rumors are true. In this case, if you are with Lux, you will suffer a loss. Rejecting her is the most correct choice. You deserve a better person of the opposite sex."
The young man touched his chin and began to make suggestions for Muria, "Since you are an original virgin, you must naturally wear an original one, but there don't seem to be many in our base who meet your requirements."
"Isn't it too difficult to find original ones? After mastering the magic machine, no one knows when they will die in battle. Everyone is enjoying themselves, who will hold back?" The young man on the side heard this.
The young man immediately interrupted.
"That's not necessarily the case. There are always a few who will be as clean as Fenrir."
"But as far as I know, our base doesn't have such a clean and tidy person. If you ask me to find one, just find one. There's no need to be so picky. The main reason why Fenrir is like this now is that he hasn't tasted meat yet. Wait.
You’ll know it after you taste it.”
"No, I think this would be too much of a disadvantage for Fenrir. If our base doesn't have it, it doesn't mean that other bases don't have it."
"That's enough with you two. I'm not interested in women now, I'm only interested in divine machines." Muria's forehead had a few veins popping up as she heard the two guys in front of her talking more and more outrageously.
"Ahem, let's stop talking. If we keep talking, our Iron Wolf Fenrir will become angry."
"These guys..." Although Muria pretended to be angry on his face, he didn't really have any emotions, because he knew that whether it was the girl who just asked him out, or the two people in front of him who were full of dirty talk,
The guys are distracting him and helping him relieve his tension.
Although Muria knew that she would not feel any pressure, others would not feel that way. Just like Lux said, having qualifications does not mean being able to master the divine machine.
When night fell and darkness enveloped the earth, Muria, who was waiting for notification in the glorious base city, looked at the man standing in front of him with a calm expression.
"Fenrir, are you ready?"
"Ready."
"Then follow me. I hope you can succeed tonight."
Without saying anything else, the officer just made some routine inquiries, then turned around and led Muria the way. He would lead Muria into the most special place in the base city.
After passing one gate after another and passing one identity check after another, Muria followed the leading officer to a location nearly three hundred meters underground and entered an open and flat field.
This is an extremely empty space. When the leading officer led Muria to the most central position, he quickly left. While Muria was looking around, there was a vertical height from Muria's current position.
A voice sounded from an observation window nearly fifty meters away.
"Fenrir, right?"
"Hmm." The sound of mechanical operation sounded, and Muria watched the surrounding walls crack, and then laser cannons emerged from the smooth walls one after another, and then aimed at him.
"Don't panic, don't be afraid. These are the necessary measures that every qualified person must take when mastering the divine machine. After you stand here, there will only be two results. Either you master the divine machine and become
The heroes who save mankind will either be swallowed up by the divine machine, turned into monsters, or bombed to pieces."
"So, where is my magic machine?" Muria looked up at the non-reflective glass window in front of him and asked. His voice even formed an echo in this wide venue.
"Interesting. You are the most courageous and qualified person I have ever seen. I hope you can succeed."
The roar of machinery sounded again and again, this time the sound came from Muria's feet, and Muria could feel the ground under his feet shaking slightly.
Then, he saw the ground in front of him split to both sides, and then a metal square platform slowly rose upwards. In the center of the metal platform, a strange-shaped weapon stood on it, exuding an aura of greed and violence.
"Is this the divine machine?" Muria looked at the divine machine in front of him and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, because the weapon in front of him felt more like a greedy monster than a cold weapon.
"That's right, this is your own divine machine. Control it or be swallowed by it."
"Now I really want to know who designed this thing. How audacious." Muria stepped up, climbed onto the metal platform, grabbed the weapon with a blue main body, and grasped the roughly-shaped weapon.
The handle of the divine machine is shaped like a sword, and then a cold, violent and greedy consciousness appears from the divine machine...