Reincarnator

Early 2100.

Humanity was full of confidence.

Space.

Deep sea.

Disease.

Death.

Something unknown, etc.

I thought we had succeeded in pioneering and conquering most of what humanity had always feared.

There is no incurable disease, the lifespan has already advanced to a level lighter than 300 years, and the entire surface of the giant planet, including the sea, has long since become the domain of humanity.

We didn't have to turn our eyes to the colony because the landmass was so large, but we already had some skill to sail to outer space, and in fact, humans from dozens of other planets, including planet Tiamet, were actively conducting experiments on terraforming.

I was.

Aqueous veins have been found.

The flow of mysterious energy based on the human body, not the machine.

the incredible power of fossil fuels, nuclear power, solar energy, anything else.

Humanity has so far pioneered the power that weak humans have borrowed to rule the environment.

Drugs were made to dominate the disease and renovations were made to increase its life span.

They built spaceships to rule the universe and cities to conquer the deep.

But this power was completely different.

The amazing power that makes the human being strong.

They can roam the deep seas barefoot and not even access the pests.

The longer the life span builds up in the body, the more powerful the grip the steel can be.

Humanity, who discovered a new target of conquest, crazily dug into this energy.

And at the forefront of that was Nepal, one of the leading players in the field.

But humans overestimated their own abilities and underestimated their own greed.

So the lava burst, and humanity flourished until it was almost extinct at once.

Humans realized.

that his intelligence cannot completely control all situations.

And so it began.

The thing humans feared the most and failed to conquer.

A huge result created to simultaneously control the future and human desires.

A symbol of humanity's inner fear.

Methuselah System

The materials needed there are spirits for efficiently controlling energy and managing all systems.

And, uh...

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

Cough.

Methuselah, standing inside the beacon, opens her mouth, looking at the man in front of her.

I saw a man with a white light all over his body.

"TMT-17. Long time no see."

Hansoo looks surprised to see the man Methuselah greets.

'... Tiamet. A Demihuman.'

Tiamet, which appeared before me, was clearly in the same shape as he had seen 1,000 years later.

But I feel full of spiritual energy in front of my eyes.

It is definitely different from the time when we were human.

A man called TMT-17, who was perfectly characteristic of Demihuman, opened his mouth to Medusala.

"Can we please put a fucking number on the back? I just call you Methuselah. We're in the same spaceship. Let's be polite."

"I don't think it's polite to use the system's name to manage the system."

TMT-17 shrugged.

TMT Series.

The collectively Tiamet series, in addition to the MSL series, is one of two series that is located at the apex of the breed.

Obviously, the goal is different.

Though they serve energy based on spirits, their births are clearly different.

If the Medusala are designed to provide humankind with a pleasant environment through the smooth management of the Medusala system.

Tiamet was created to eliminate and destroy various variables and threats that pose threats to humans.

That's why his name is Tiamet.

It means to protect the humans thoroughly on a dangerous planet, Tiamet, where there may be threats.

TMT-17, Tiamet flicked her lip and lifted her tail, looking at the many glass tubes that stood tightly underneath Medusala's feet.

"I'm babysitting here, and I have to babysit inside that damn spaceship. Lots of work to do. To take care of those bean sprouts."

"... that's our role."

"Oh, no. It's your job to kill and destroy me."

"..."

While Methuselah was making an awkward face.

Whoo-hoo!

With a strange sound, the broadcast began to spread throughout Medusala's district.

[In 15 seconds, liberation for MSL-17, Class 3 citizens begins.]

[Underground residential area.... Begin energizing.]

[Only open from 11: 00 to 13: 00 today to save energy.]

Tong! Tong! Tong! Tong!

Tens of millions of tubes, underneath Medusala, began to move simultaneously like objects on a conveyor belt.

Down, down, down.

At the same time.

The fire begins to burn below the giant tower, down there.

It's as if the house that was turned off is ready for someone.

Seeing that, Tiamet shrugs.

"You must be busy. I'll leave you to it. Keep your head up."

"... I'm afraid I can't be seen out."

'Tired, really.'

Soon.

Even Tiamet disappeared, and now it's down there, in the middle of a huge void.

A spirit speaks to Methuselah, encased in silence.

With an anticipated voice.

< Can you rest now that it's empty? You took the rest of the people you were supposed to take care of. >

Methuselah shakes his head.

Tiamet is literally going to be more busy now.

Unlikely, orders have come through Medusala's control chipset.

From the academy I broke up with earlier.

[Methuselah. You have freed a Class 3 citizen of the Methuselah system. We should be able to spare the system... Start the calculations quickly.]

There was excitement and anticipation, as well as strange malice, in Akamel's voice giving orders.

Methuselah nods at the command of the academy.

When people are resting, it is not the time for the Medusala system to rest.

No, on the contrary.

Third class citizens are released from the system only when it activates the most important functions of the Methuselah system.

Methuselah takes a deep breath.

Kuaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

A giant sphere on the top of the glass ceiling, situated over Methuselah's head, begins to circle.

Sprinkle red light all around.

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

Underground residence.

Kieing!

Residential areas that had been stopped by the energy controlled by the refinery began to recover.

A vast space was filled with lights, and flowers, trees, and lakes that were sleeping between the apartments and spaces that looked like parks began to come alive.

Among those underground settlements, a giant tower that looks 500 meters in diameter.

Uhhhhhhh!

Thousands of glass tubes started coming down.

At the same time.

Tsk, tsk!

The glass tubes began to open one after the other, starting in the descending order.

Smoke pours out, and in the meantime,

"Ugh! Frown!"

"Are you sure you're going to stay in top condition?"

"Wow, it's been five days."

People started to appear, standing up one by one.

As they start to brawl, they come out of the columns, into underground living areas, turn on their bases, and look around at their bodies and surroundings.

Suddenly, I started vomiting unhappy voices.

"Oh, can't we just keep living there?"

"Damn! I was this close to catching the Red Lava Lizard!"

"Ugh…. I can't get used to walking around in the air."

There were those who laughed at such people.

'Idiots.'

Far away, at the top of the residence, at the highest point.

Tiamet, looking down, raises her mouth.

Seeing the Humans complaining, I couldn't help but laugh.

Those who flee from reality into reality.

Friends who say that pleasure doesn't matter if it's not real.

Nothing is better than domesticated livestock.

A virtual world where those who gave up on changing reality and decided to avoid escape.

'Exodus…. That's a great name. Nepalese, by the way. We figured out a way to use those useless bastards somehow.'

Tiamet stops without smiling, reminiscing about the virtual world implemented through the Methuselah system.

I saw a woman coming out of the crowd.

'... Astania.'

When Tiamet stares at the distant woman's name, muttering in a daze.

Rrrrgh!

"Where the hell did he come from?!"

"You listen to me, you son of a bitch!"

'... these bastards.'

Tiamet frowns at the citizens who throw eggs under her feet.

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

"Well…. I don't want to do this."

"Yes? What's the problem?"

Acamel asked as the man who was talking to her whispered small in front of her eyes.

It is rare for acamel to have such a prideful and environmentally supportive nature.

Except for this guy right in front of me.

The only thing I had to do was to make him special.

Nepalem, the man who was talking to Akamel, opened his mouth, squinting his nose.

"No. One of the TMTs is going into the basement right now, and it's getting a little hampered."

The academy's expression makes no sense.

"Why the hell would he go there..."

If you have a head, you know what happens when the Enhanced Paper enters the civilians. Why is it so simple there?

"Damn it. So it's better to be human and sleep and act like a dog. I gave him the right to act freely.... '

They were refined, third-rate, and none of them liked them.

Or rather, like a second-class citizen...

When the acamel mutters with a cold expression.

Blub-ub.

Nepalem gets up from his seat and starts heading somewhere.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going down there."

Seeing Nepalese attitudes like that, he looked stunning.

I knew it was a contribution, but I knew why it was so simple.

"Leave it alone. We'll take care of it. Rather, focus on the plan."

This was his complaint.

How many things Nepalems have to do, but they care about such a damn thing.

'Besides... the plan is tomorrow.'

There should never be any mistake. I can't believe I'm going to see a guy like that in a city like this.

In response, Nepalim shakes his head with a big smile.

"That's why I'm going to see him. He's... really special."

"...?"

You mean something different from the other TMT series? '

Acamel looks at Nepalem with an incomprehensible look, but Nepalem does not respond and disappears toward the bottom of Obelisk.

Seeing Nepalems like that, Akamel grips his fierce teeth.

'Goddamn it. I don't like this guy or this guy.'

After a moment of deliberation, Akamel shakes his head.

The plan is done anyway.

It works even without Nepalems.

Akamel's expression hardens, and he starts to put a message somewhere.

"Proceed."

Soon.

The top floor of Obelisk is beginning to become busy.

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