Reincarnator

Cough.

The day I arrived here.

Hansoo, who was sitting in the walking Medusala, felt a little frustrated.

'Woe, I can't move on my own.'

where Methuselah's footsteps and Methuselah's gaze reach.

Methuselah touches and Methuselah feels.

That was all Hansoo could come into contact with.

If there's one thing that comforts me, it's that I don't lack anything to see.

"That's huge."

Hansoo glanced out the window, and together, he looked at the world beyond the window.

It wasn't looking at the giant city that I had seen before.

Better than that.

A giant sphere that encircles an entire city.

Out of such spheres.

Whoo-hoo!

Khurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

At first glance, an unusual cold storm was raging.

The light of the sun that had to be warmed down from the sky was surrounded by gray clouds and had no idea that it was coming down at all.

It was not the sun shining from the sky that made the face and night of this great city, but the giant artificial sphere at the top of the tall tower.

Yurrrrrrr.

In the light of that sun.

There is someone walking towards Methuselah.

Someone in a splendid form of uniform opened his mouth with an arrogant expression, looking at Medusala.

"MSL. Do you have time to slack off here? We don't have much time left to move."

"... I was just looking out the window. because I don't think I can see it anymore."

The man in uniform, first-class citizen Acamel's mouth curled up.

Clear ridicule.

Methuselah, or MSL-17, who saw the look on his face, bowed his head and began walking again.

It's not that they didn't understand the reaction.

It was a spirit to speak for such MSL-17.

< Wow, that scumbag! If it wasn't for us, we'd be right behind you! He didn't make us... >

The spirit speaking up to this point carefully lowered its voice with a deafening voice.

Created beings.

I could not think of a more accurate title for them, but it was an awkward sound to call out to myself.

Methuselah laughed at the voice of the spirit.

"That can't be wrong."

They were all made.

There's only one reason I was born.

to efficiently deal with the artificial self energy control system, collectively, the Spirit, created by a genius scientist, Nepalem.

Previous concepts were not enough to handle limited energy as efficiently as possible.

Energy itself must move with will.

Not a penny of energy can be wasted.

At least in this world where everything is lacking.

Kuoooooo.

While pushing out the sphere, Methuselah suddenly stopped looking at the gray storm and asked towards Akamel.

"Are you in constant contact with other cities?"

"Why do you ask?"

When Akamel replied with a pompous expression, Methuselah replied with a burial face.

"We're sharing energy from the Dragon vein, but we need to know what's going on with each other. because if you run out of energy in your veins, that's a big deal."

A river of enormous energy that has led mankind to new hope.

Mountains.

And the power that drives humanity to its end.

Humans who greedily craved more energy and greater power, as if they were competing with each other, were enraged by the flow of lava.

Results are as far as you can see.

The molten water surged and the entire continent turned upside down.

The volcano exploded as the mantle under the crust was turned upside down and the continent was torn apart.

Seaweed swallowed more than half the continent without rest, and massive amounts of volcanic ash covered the sky in an instant.

Suddenly, the entire Earth was engulfed in darkness, and the long-lasting ice age disappeared from the solar energy as a second alternative.

But I told them to be obedient even if they rot.

Due to excessive use, the massive tower rises to the center of the available area of the overturned lava power.

Obelisk

The last tower that guards mankind from harsh environments.

Draws energy from the lava vein to build a shield, energizes citizens to use, and activates the artificial sun to grow crops.

Down there, a magnificent city cannot survive a day without this obelisk.

And they, MSLs, were born to use the energy of spirits as efficiently as possible to manage that obelisk.

At the words of MSL, Acamel frowned.

'You seem conceited. Talk about what's been made.'

However, even the top citizens of MSL are not to be trifled with.

The MSL Series is one of two retrofitted series with the highest caliber.

Nepalems can't be treated lightly because they have worked hard to produce less than 100 individuals.

'Tsk.'

Akamel, who was twitching her eyebrows, replied by shining his lips.

"They're getting ready, too. So you have to do well. We need to conserve as much energy as we can for the new planet."

"... I understand."

MSL-17, Methuselah looked beyond the mountains.

Heading where the ships are being built now.

One day, the labyrinth will run out.

That's why we need to get to a new planet.

Towards the planet they found, called Tiamet.

'I wonder how long I can hold out.'

Rrrrrrrrrr.

Watching a massive gray storm raging outside the city.

She mutters small.

.....................................

Methuselah, separated from a first-class citizen, begins to head to the top of the tower.

The spirit, who had just been born, couldn't stop asking Medusala what she was so curious about.

< By the way, aren't we going to live out there? Seems like a lot of fun. >

Beneath the tower, the city was relentlessly shining a beautiful light.

It's like seducing someone who sees.

Despite the name of the last refuge on the overturned planet, the sight of advertising and media seducing citizens was enough to arouse the curiosity of the newborn spirit.

because it wasn't a fairly consuming form for a city that lacked energy.

Methuselah smiles and replies in the words of the Spirit.

"Only first-class citizens live out there. Even if the building is big and spacious.... It's a very large population."

Before Obelisk collapsed, the number of humans that existed was roughly 70 billion.

The majority of those numbers converge below Obelisk, avoiding the turbulent and inverted lava veins.

Towards cities scattered all over the world.

Of course, almost 80% of people died during the evacuation, but considering that, there were very many people who survived.

The population of the city alone is roughly 380 million.

"Too much. '

No matter how big the city is, there are too many of them to live happily.

On the outside, the most human-livable top-level residential areas can only be inhabited by about 80 million first-class citizens.

Elites who are judged to have the skills or talents that are absolutely necessary for humanity in the future.

"If the first-class citizens live a little, everyone will be fine... It has nothing to do with me. '

So, or the issue of rights and privilege is the story of the citizens.

This is not the case for refined species who are not citizens.

Methuselah looks away from the window and starts going deeper and deeper into the tower, and asks with a voice, "I feel sorry for the spirit towards Methuselah."

< Already in? I have about 10 minutes left. >

Methuselah nods.

"I have to work now. The given time is up. If I don't go, the other sisters will suffer."

Those who do not need to sleep, the breeders must always work at all times except during breaks.

They had two hours of rest per day for their breeding species.

The breaks made were always short because the refining species also needed human rights.

There was always a shortage of energy, and in order to deal effectively with that energy, we had to rely on the tower's energy control all the time, including the MSL series, the top breeders.

For the convenience of countless human beings living here.

Of course, most, or almost all, first-class citizens strongly opposed what human rights they had to the people they created, but it was a problem for them that, unfortunately, the claimant was Nepalem.

If it were someone else's opinion, they would have clicked it, but Nepalem cannot.

A practical savior of humanity, creating spirits and breeding species that are now rescuing humanity.

Because its influence was truly absolute, first-class citizens had no choice but to acknowledge the breeding species' free time, despite their complacent expressions.

< Oh, those bastards. I don't even pay my salary, and I'm freaking out. >

"Actually, I don't. I don't need any food. I don't really need entertainment."

They are altered beings.

Human-based, but unnecessary desires were greatly suppressed.

Desire always creates variables.

And a chipset embedded in the back of the neck by first-class citizens to control the breeding species.

'Humans... There's always too much to be afraid of. Did the environment make them that way?'

After thinking about it, Medusala suddenly arrives and looks at her place of work.

In the middle of the tower, a massive square rests.

Although it was only five meters high, Medusala walked to the center of a vast space that would be several hundred times as wide as the playground.

It's so transparent, it's like walking through a glass floor.

Kieing.

Woohoo.

One glass tube in between the beautiful blue glowing lines, covering such a floor.

In a way, this beautiful glass tube, like a prison, is the place where Medusala and MSL-17 should spend 22 hours a day.

Kuoooooo!

The moment Methuselah settled in the beacon.

The energy flow throughout the tower begins to enter Medusala's senses.

A truly enormous energy that feeds an enormous city of 380 million people.

Kieing!

< Khh! I'm drunk! >

The complaining spirit begins to control the energy flowing through the glass tube.

Soon.

Kieing!

Some of the energy flowing throughout the tower comes under the control of Methuselah and the spirits, and they start transmitting energy somewhere.

They say they work, but it's not that hard for them.

For those who were born to deal with this energy in the first place, this is just an instinct.

The relaxed spirit mutters, feeling a giant machine above its head, felt through the senses of Medusala.

< Amazing, by the way. That Nepalese guy... he even made this? >

There are about 50,000 individual breeding species in these megacities and towers.

They are placed in different towers and cities, using spirits to efficiently handle the energy supplied to the city.

From making landscapes beautiful, including trees in the city where first class citizens live.

to control the overall power supply to the city.

But for them, the MSL series was built for more important things than that.

Literally the apex of the indigenous species.

The most important system that makes up humanity.

Methuselah System

The MSL series of 98 sisters, including MSL-17, were only born for the management of the Methuselah system.

Just for this job.

Kuwoowoowoo!

Beneath the feet of such a Medusala.

Beneath the giant glass floor.

There were tens of millions of transparent glass tubes tightly placed along tall towers.

1.99.42 million, 1124, to be exact.

And inside.

'They…. Will she be happy?'

Those who are at the heart of the Methuselah system.

At the same time, the last method humanity chose to survive.

When Methuselah muttered, looking at the faces of tens of millions, or 200 million, third-class citizens who were sleeping with a very happy look on their faces.

“Still wet with useless emotions. I don't know how long they'll last, by the way. ”

Outside the beacon, someone talks to Methuselah.

Someone who looks familiar to Han Soo.

"Tiamet."

But it's not like Tiamet he knows.

When Hansoo examined Tiamet a thousand years ago, which was crucially different from Tiamet now, he also looked at the male body in front of his eyes.

TMT-17.

Born a partner, but not always sure what to think.

Methuselah looks anxious to look at TMT-17.

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