Reborn As a System

Duplicate Life (III)

Communication failed?!

Shiqing was suddenly shocked. How could the system message fail?

He sent it several more times, still prompting the communication to fail, without explaining why.

Shiqing's face suddenly didn't look good. He spinned a lot of thoughts in his heart. The worst one grabbed his heart instantly. Is it something wrong with Qin Ape? So you can't communicate?

What the hell is going on?

When he thought about it, there was a little panic in his mind.

But quickly, he forced himself to calm down. In this unknown world, he can't stand on his own feet. If something really happened to Qin Ape, he still needs his help! This is a mess, fall yourself in too, what should we do?

Besides... Shiqing's heart beat slowly calmed down, he believed in Qin Ape, believed in his host, it will definitely be fine!

Calm down, Shiqing's mind spinning fast.

Excluding the worst ideas, there are other possibilities for communication failure, such as the distance between him and Qin Ape, which is beyond what the system can sustain, and the reason for this world, for example.

The system task itself was an exception, and it was not impossible to impose more restrictions.

After thinking about it, Shiqing became more calm, but he still hoped to find Qin Ape as soon as possible.

Exactly because of the accident, an angry drink brought him back to life.

He is a skinny, thin young man, about thirty years old, wearing similar clothes to the yellow three whips, but he is also thinner than the yellow three whips. Compared to absenteeism here, he is actually healthy and strong, his face is smooth and he is overnourished at first glance.

At this moment, he was brutally waving a two-meter long horse whip toward an old man with a trembling camel on his back, and scolded: “Can you do it? If you can't, go to hell. Don't waste your fucking food! You old man...?

When Shiqing listened half way, he couldn't hold his mind to the fire. He quickly reached out his hand and dragged the whip. He also took the young man with him.

The young man seemed to have no idea that someone would resist him here, and the whip was pulled off and he was stunned.

Shiqing frowned. He always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell the details.

And the next moment, the young man exploded. His long, thin face was full of disgust and disgust. He picked up the whip and waved to Shinji. “Shit, you piece of trash dare to resist! Shit, you don't want to live? ”

Shiqing was bending over to lift the old man, with only a slight side of his head, his eyes squeezed, and a dangerous stare at the youth. He only saw him lift his fingers gently, a green fine strip ran straight towards the young man's forehead. Where could the young man avoid it, he was punched in the face, his eyes widened instantly, his eyes cracked.

Pain... it hurts so much... it's like being bitten by a snake, the pain spreads from head to head instantly all over your body, young people start trembling, their eyes turn white, shaking violently for a while, fainting completely.

Shiqing didn't even want to take a look, he wouldn't kill anyone, but the Virgin Mary wouldn't let go of this disgusting scum and let him eat bones is essential!

He lifted the old man up, his hair was gray, his face was full of wrinkles, his body was covered in leather bones, and he was like a child.

The old man was rescued by Shiqing, but his eyes were filled with fear and despair. He looked at Shiqing and shook his voice: “Son... Son, you... you are...”

When he didn't finish the sentence, he suddenly coughed violently, like coughing up all five dirty underwear. When Shiqing looked intolerant, he quickly elicited a little spiritual energy, swam inside him, and let him relieve the pain.

The old man did not cough up, still breathing heavily, his eyes closed dead, slowly calm down.

His eyebrows stretched, seemed to stay away from the pain, but then Ching suddenly stuck. This body had lost its vitality, and the old man stopped breathing...

Death, even he, is powerless.

The next moment, a more stunning scene was born.

The thin old man still leaned next to Shiqing. He closed his eyes, lost his breath and died. But then the old man's body slowly melted from his limbs, clearly flesh, but as if it had been lit, turned into thin ash smoke, floating up, circling in the air, and then disappeared completely.

Shiqing had never seen this scene, and he couldn't understand it at all.

And then a few teenagers of Shiqing saw this scene, first showing a strong sense of despair and then turning into a complete opposite sense of relief. They closed their eyes and put their hands together and muttered gently.

Until the old man disappeared completely, Ching couldn't help but ask the exit: “Why... why him? ”

Why do humans spontaneously turn to ashes when they're dead? This... how is this possible?

The girl who had spoken at the same time said: “Qing, you go, go quickly, if you can leave, run away! They won't let you go, they'll live as long as they can, they'll go out and see, even for a day, it's worth it. ”

The girl's voice was shaking and seemed scared, but at the same time hidden some expectations and aspirations.

Shiqing frowned and looked at this row of teenagers, whispering: “Why are you staying here? ”

At the end of the day, the shorter boy shouted, “Where else can we go but here? Aren't we born to work here? ”

Shiqing looked at him and suddenly a bad feeling rose.

He crossed these people and walked forward, every five or six hundred metres, with a guardian similar to Yellow Three-whip, the difference between them and the miners was that they had no markings on their foreheads.

When he caught a man in yellow, Shiqing's voice was frozen: “Tell me, where am I? ”

The yellow-coated man's gaze first fell between Shiqing's forehead. After seeing clearly, his anger rose. He looked at him and scolded him. Shiqing stared at him, his eyes turned deep, and the pounding pressure released, and instantly stopped him.

Outside of his mind, Shiqing's black eyes were haunted by a whirlpool of mesmerizing hearts, and the man in yellow watched, and then obediently began to speak.

“This is Mine 8908 of the Mia Empire, 100,000 tons per day, which occupies the land…” After a lengthy introduction to the mine, the last sentence tightened Shiqing's pupils, "there are 239,658 black Duplicants. ”

Duplicants?!

Black Duplicant?

Shiqing led him to talk, and only at this moment did he really know the specifics of the world.

Duplicants, far less beautiful than he thought.

Research and development of this technology compensates for the annual decline in fertility, the resurgence of the available labor force, the increasing resources that can be exploited, the rapid development of society, the growing superiority of people's lives, but also the darkening of the other side of the world.

Reproduction technology has evolved to this day and is well established.

Almost every human being can copy his or her own splits at random, simple and extremely low cost, but with great utility.

Duplicants' hierarchies are also very strict.

White, yellow, then red, green, blue, purple, and black is the lowest Duplicant.

Duplicants have inverted pentagrams on their eyebrows, and the so-called color classification is the color of pentagrams.

White Duplicants are completely dependent on the owner and are the right arm of the owner, sharing memories and experiences with the owner every day, and are generally used for more important and intimate work.

Yellow Duplicants are second only to white, mostly used for learning and recording, they are decent, although they do not always follow their masters like white, but victory can merge with the masters every week, who need what they learn.

Red, green, blue, purple, then downgraded, red will have some assignments, green and blue costs are low, usually stay at home to do chores and other chores, purple is a grade that ordinary civilians can reproduce at will, slightly less able, will do some street cleaning work.

And black Duplicants, too low in cost, too strong, can suffer, but extremely low in intelligence, not suitable for any logical work, all that can be done is hard labor.

Black Duplicants are not human beings, because they are created, thrown into the dirtiest places, doing the hardest work.

When they were born, they were abandoned without ever seeing their master.

Until death, there is no way to merge with the master, and no human being would want to replicate black memories of human filth, boredom, or even breathlessness.

So black Duplicants, no past, no future, they don't even know who they are.

Does it exist?

Without being able to integrate with their masters, they will not be human beings, hollow with a sense of independence, but without any sense of existence.

Nobody thinks of them as human beings, cheap, ignorant, even ignorant, even their masters, who don't want to see their own black Duplicants.

They were born because their owners needed to sell them in exchange for money.

They exist to carry out these bitter and tiring tasks.

But until they die, they have nothing.

Just like the old man, he turned into a smoke and disappeared completely into the world.

Shiqing saw himself in the eyes of the man in yellow coat, saw the smear between his eyebrows, with a strong irony of the black pentagram.

Duplicant?

Why would he be a Duplicant?

Fiercely, he remembered the first time, just as he crossed over, he was confused.

Did he really get copied?

And he's, like, a replicator of his own now?

This is ridiculous!

Times sounded half loud, and the expansion of the divine mind made him see very clearly. Abuse and death were constantly performed in this mining factory.

The dead black Duplicant turned into a smoky disappearance, the guardian's indifferent face, without even a hint of pity, naturally makes people cold.

This world, it's not normal.

Shiqing retracted his mind and gradually calmed down.

Slowly, he calmed the storm in his chest and got his point.

Black Duplicants are human beings, not human beings. After all, they are all living beings.

And all lives deserve the respect they deserve.

The mine code is 8908, and he doesn't know how many places in the world there are, but now that he sees one, he has to solve one.

The mine is huge, with so many black duplicates, while so many humans are watching.

But these people are ordinary people, don't say there are only thousands, even tens of thousands, but Shiqing doesn't see it.

However, he would not carry out a killing spree. Although countless murders have been committed against these people, Shiqing does not consider himself a law enforcement officer, he simply wants to liberate this place.

When God outstrips, Shiqing closes his eyes, the pressure bursts suddenly, quickly covering everything in it, so scattered, breaking down one by one is a waste of time, extinguishing the mind all at once is the most deterrent.

Almost no resistance existed, and all the inspectors at the 8908 mine fainted under such intense impulse.

Tired Duplicants are all stunned.

And the latter crisp, low-pitched voice between teenagers and youth rings above their heads.

Descending from the sky, behold the gods.

“Get out of here, choose your own life, survive and die, all under your own control! ”

After a brief silence, it's total chaos!

Shiqing looked at it with a sense of God. The final effect was not within his control. He opened the door and showed them the way out, but whether or not they could move forward was up to them.

When he retracted his mind, Shiqing looked at more than a dozen teenagers around him.

Fear and awe engulfed the eyes of the teenagers, and such a powerful force could hardly be seen or heard of, let alone said to be a low-level black reproducer, even of the highest human level.

He's... he's a god of legend.

Down from the sky, to save the gods of mankind!

The teenagers knelt down all panicked because they were cowardly and kowtowing.

When Shiqing looked at it, he didn't stop them. There were things he couldn't explain and didn't have to explain, but he finally took a lot of food out of his bracelet and put it on the ground.

And then, without saying anything else, he turned around and left.

He wants to find Qin Ape, he misses him very much.

The anxiety in my heart is gradually widened by the mark between my forehead.

Duplicant, is he really a Duplicant?

So where is he...?

Leaving the mine, his sword flew, consuming a great deal of spiritual power to maintain the high diffusion of God, so that Qin Ape could be found in the shortest time.

Half a continent, 10 days.

He met dozens of mines, hundreds of farms... and saw countless black duplicates.

He opened the door like no other, causing unprecedented chaos.

Just when King thought he was going to look all over the world, familiar fluctuations appeared.

His heart was grabbed violently, he felt it and finally felt the smell of Qin Apathy.

The excitement in my heart is hard to say, Shiqing almost rushed past.

The moment I saw Qin Ape, the corner of his mouth couldn't stop rising, so many days of haze seemed to sweep away.

But just five steps away, the whole of Shiqing stopped.

There is a man next to Qin.

A man just like him.

The only difference is that the ‘Shiqing' frown is smooth and has no marks.

At that moment, Shiqing felt his heart was paused.

There's nothing abusive about it. Don't abandon me!