Chapter 3319 The Trial of the Big Fool (One Hundred and Twenty Two)
Chapter 3319 The Trial of the Great Fool (One Hundred and Twenty Two)
In that distant, ancient era.
In this era when "gods" still exist, those creatures who call themselves gods are preparing to create their successors in this new world.
Not only to solve the problem of labor shortage, but also to inherit one's own will. It was originally such a sacred and meaningful task.
However, one of these gods had doubts about this.
On that day, the doubter visited his friend, the friend who was solely responsible for creating the successor.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Prometheus?" The questioner, the god whose whole body was made of metal, asked:
"It is really dangerous to add [Gold] and [Darkness] to the body of a slave race. With these two characteristics, they will eventually realize that they are being enslaved by us."
Then one day, they will rise up and resist us.
The slave race, which is programmed to have absolute reproductive capabilities, will completely overwhelm us in numbers in the near future. Even if we can wipe out thousands of them with just a raise of our hands, we are not invincible. In the name of quantity
In the face of violence, even we may be threatened.
What's more, with [Darkness], their behavior will become unpredictable. They will be more unscrupulous and cunning. As a result, the threats we may receive will be greater.
As the safety director of the project, I really cannot agree with your design plan."
"But I assure you, all this is necessary, Hercules." The friend of the questioner, a white-haired young man, although he is from the same race that claims to be a god, he looks the same as his friend.
Very different.
His friend Hercules is made of metal and can adapt to all environmental factors, making him an almost immortal existence. But the young man named Prometheus is made of flesh and blood, with very little mechanical content in his body.
There are only some mechanical implants and nanoscale machinery.
Rather than having a body that is so strong that it can do anything, Prometheus seems to be more inclined to maintain the most primitive and ancient appearance of their race, the one called "human".
"Although the slave race you call is indeed created to provide us with labor force, it is not entirely the case." Prometheus continued: "One day, they will also break out of this small [Star Ark]
The cradle of the world, let it develop and grow in that distant sea of stars.
They are our descendants and an extension of our will. We cannot just let them act as our slaves. That would be too short-sighted.
What I want to see is for them to develop freely without our control, multiply and multiply in the universe, and bring the fire of civilization to every corner of the universe - just like our ancestors once did.
In order to develop and expand in the universe, both [Gold] and [Darkness] are necessary. Races without these two characteristics are no different from livestock.
Only when a species truly possesses these two characteristics can they truly possess [self] and be able to have a true civilization of their own.
You have experienced the war with the Sea Royal Family and the war with the Immortal Ancient Dragon. You should know this matter better than me, right?"
"I understand everything you said, Prometheus." Hercules replied, but shook his head: "I understand everything. But seeing that your creations may become a threat to us, I still can't sit back and watch.
reason."
"Oh, you worry too much, Hercules." The white-haired young man smiled and said: "We are the creator race. Why are you afraid that the mere [slave race] will become a threat to us? If there is a real threat, let
It comes. A race that is never threatened will stop growing and will eventually decline. Having experienced countless wars, you should know it very well, right? Being threatened is the secret to the longevity of our race."
Hercules still retorted: "The threat this time is quite great. After all, it is a species created by a genius like you."
"Are you afraid, Hercules?" the other party asked back.
"I am responsible for the safety of all our people." Hercules stated without emotion.
"And I am responsible for the survival of all our people." Prometheus did not back down: "We are a superior and great race, standing at the top of evolution - at least we claim to be. If we can't even do anything about this threat
After surviving this, how do we get superiority and greatness? If we are defeated by our own creation so easily, is our race really qualified to survive?"
Heracles could not refute.
Yes. He knew his friend was creating a "poison".
For the survival of this race, they, the Namulans, had to poison themselves and stimulate themselves to go on.
That highly toxic race that was later called "humanity" was the cancer of the world.
...but it is the only pillar that allows the world to survive.
As a "god", Hercules loves and hates the human race.
Even today, Hercules still cannot completely deny mankind, these rebels who once betrayed the gods.
He even occasionally saw the brilliance of gold from the human race through the eyes of others. The brilliance of gold was sometimes even more dazzling than the brilliance that their gods could emit.
So, even though he originally thought that his friend was terribly wrong in creating humans and created something as dangerous as a monster, he now can only identify with Prometheus.
——Same as what the woman said.
Perhaps Prometheus was more far-sighted than the other gods, not only seeing the immediate crisis, but also seeing things in the longer term.
Perhaps it was the two characteristics he added to human beings that made them what they are now, and finally saved the world from the crisis of destruction.
Human beings are such contradictory, extremely chaotic, dangerous yet fascinating creatures.
If there was really a way to coexist with them——
Bedivere opened his eyes, and some strange thoughts in his mind had not completely dissipated, giving him a strange feeling.
This was a strange dream, but it didn't look like a dream. He seemed to be having strange dreams like this lately, as if some kind of memory that didn't belong to him flowed into his mind.
Who is Hercules? I seem to have heard of it somewhere...
He rubbed his temples, moved in his seat, and adjusted his sitting posture to a more comfortable position.
At this time, the Dawn is almost arriving in Cairo.
Then he glanced sideways and found a hand approaching his nose, trying to pull out his wolf beard.
"...What are you doing?" Bedivere asked in confusion.
"Well, you were discovered so soon. You didn't sleep at all, did you?" Kana immediately stopped her hand and stuck out her tongue.
Bedivere touched his nose to check whether the beard was still healthy. Fortunately, the beard on the nose of canines was much shorter than that of cats, so it was not easy to be harmed by Kana's pranks.
"My beard is a symbol of masculinity. How can I let you pluck it out at will?" Bediwell felt relieved and began to complain: "And anyone with some common sense knows not to pluck out the beards of the orcs. This is
It's very rude."
"I'm so sorry, I just don't have the common sense of your world. And there was no orc race in my world." Kana chuckled, showing no intention of going back on her words.
"I suggest you get an orc boyfriend, Kana. The kind who has a good relationship with you and can let you pull out your beard at will." The werewolf said half-jokingly.
"I'll think about it." The woman replied nonchalantly, "I'll leave your beard to Sherry Chad to pull it out."
"...Nonsense." Bedivere blushed and closed his eyes again, trying to catch up on some sleep. However, at this time, the spacecraft had already reached the sky above Cairo, and the system sounded several short warnings.
"Are we here?" Bediwell stood up: "If there is nothing else, I will go back first."
"Please feel free to use the teleportation room, Mr. Bedivere." Sherichard returned to the bridge at some unknown time, and she said without emotion.
"Okay. Goodbye." Bedivere pretended not to take it seriously. He didn't know if Sherrichard heard the joke he just made with Kana. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, so he hurried away.
A few minutes later, the golden light of the teleportation beam brought Bediwell to the roof of the Cairo Hotel.
"Oh, I'm so exhausted." The werewolf young man stretched his waist and said, "Let's have a good sleep after we return to the Dawn."
But he suddenly remembered that there was no need to go back to the Dawn to rest. He had his own room in the Cairo Hotel. To be more precise, it should be the hotel room he and Elaine shared. He might as well rest there for one night.
Just when he was about to be lazy like this, the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang.
"Who is it?" the werewolf young man answered the phone and asked lazily.
"Boss! I finally contacted you! Why can't I get through your phone all day? Where have you been?" The person on the other end of the phone was Lawrence, the first mate of the Dawn.
"Didn't I tell you this morning? I'm going to Bretonlia to do some errands and I may come back later."
Bediwell remembered that he had been in Bretonlia and the Dawn almost all day. The entire city of Bretonlia was protected by a shield, and outside calls could not be made. And after the Dawn turned on the invisibility system
It will also intercept external photon signals, and can only communicate with the outside world using specific communication methods allowed by the warship.
"Having said that, you were really out for a whole day and couldn't be contacted, which made us anxious to death..."
Although it was a bit wrong for Bediwell to be out all day and unable to contact him, he was not a child after all, and he had disclosed his whereabouts before going out. There was no reason for him to be blamed like this, right?
"How much do you rely on me?" He then said, "If I leave for a day, a whole boat of people will become anxious?"
"...That's not the case!" Lawrence complained angrily: "Anyway, you should come back as soon as possible. Miss Vivian has returned to the Dawn. She claims to have found the drug that may resurrect Mr. Paramidis and is preparing to revive him.
He has been de-petrified. But she insisted that you must be present to monitor her resurrecting her husband, so everyone waited for you on the boat for a while."
"So isn't this just relying on me..."
"She should have her own reasons. And Mr. Palamedes has such a good relationship with you, the boss. If he is really resurrected, he should want to see you as soon as possible, right?"
Bedivere frowned: "Okay. I'll be right back. Eve, help me prepare the teleportation beam."
"The teleportation protocol has been activated. Start aiming at the target. The teleportation beam is launched." The small earrings in the ears of the werewolf youth sounded the voice of the artificial intelligence navigation system.
A beam of light hit Bedivere from a distance and landed on him accurately. Then there was a suction force that lifted him into the air, pulling him to fly in the direction of the Dawn.
Is Palamedes really going to be resurrected?
...Having become in that state, can it really be resurrected?
Bedivere was thinking while flying.
But why does Bediwell have to be present during the resurrection process?