Reincarnator

Tiamet is embarrassed to see the malice on her face.

"... why?"

It's not too much to ask for.

No, this should be enough for you.

Seeing Tiamet's expression, Akamel smiled ferociously and said, killing his lips.

"Of course. That's not fair."

"Unfair?"

At that, Akamel nods.

"Yes. All the other third-class citizens are down there. But what does she say we should give her the privilege?"

The ridiculous answer was that Tiamet was exhausted.

That's not fair.

That's what they're talking about, leaving third-class citizens underneath the walls and escaping by themselves.

"It won't be bad. They · · · ·. I'm gonna end up happy in there. They all agreed. I'd rather live in there than live in the real world."

As soon as I heard the words of the academy.

Unemployed.

Blood gushes from Tiamet's forehead.

I can feel something bubbling inside.

Dental work.

Anger is one of the most disturbing factors in control.

As the chipset kicks in, Tiamet begins to be repressed.

"Grrrgh..."

My whole body is going out of control.

Tiamet reaches out for the blows, resisting the electrical signal from the chipset.

I couldn't stop feeding him one in the face.

Kwauk.

Wood Duck.

Even the steel was closing in on itself, which could be torn apart like a piece of paper, but the academy was still intact.

I just made a slightly offensive face.

'Looks like the chipset is broken. I'm sure it has automatic repairs.'

Just before Tiamet grabbed his collar.

Cough.

Kudeuk.

Two TMT series standing on either side of the academy knelt on the floor, restraining their arms tightly.

"Huh-huh..."

I tried to resist, but it was all for nothing.

The chipset was still holding back Tiamet and could not win against two series of TMTs designed to have equal power in the first place.

Kamel laughs at Tiamet, kneeling on the ground, with her head crossed.

"You're a hard one to make. That's why he was originally worthy to come with us. But a defective product will change the story of the Young."

Normally, I would have repaired the chipset and recycled it, but I'm about to leave now.

I didn't have enough time to do it, and I didn't really want to do it.

'In a new world we will arrive · · ·. There is no need for rebellious fallout.'

That's why we abandon third-class citizens.

While others may have thought the Medusala system was investing a lot of its capacity to calculate the likelihood of success, it is a little different.

Although we were calculating the probability of success of the plan, the Methuselah system was also calculating the other.

[Do we really need to bring second- and third-class citizens to our new environment?]

They all watched.

Second and third-class citizens out of control can make things worse if they get into an accident.

That gray storm that continues to whirl outside the shield proves it.

Wouldn't it be an accident if they went to a new world?

The first-class citizens scoured their brains and subconscious with the Medusala system, and based on that desire and emotion, they were thoroughly accounted for.

and the results.

[Helps up to Class 2.]

[It is not helpful from Class 3 and has the potential to cause big problems later.]

Then why are we taking them with us? '

There could be people out there, people like this.

The ones who break chipsets and run wild.

I don't know how long it will take to sail, but I have no reason to share my resources and take them with me.

After finishing his thought, Akamel opens his mouth, grinning brutally.

"But don't worry too much. Because I still have mercy. I don't want to interrupt your little love affair."

One last thing.

Kwajijijijijijik!

"Huff..."

The TMT series stabbed Tiamet in the back of the neck, and Tiamet felt unconscious as it was.

'Bill. Shit.'

Tiamet is unconscious as she looks at the Acamel, laughing coldly at herself.

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

Kuoooo.

'Hmm.'

Tiamet feels an unusual wind hitting her skin, and she wakes up from her grinding her teeth.

Tiamet rises from his seat and scours the area, his face suddenly looking down.

Empty platform.

The platform was desolate, carrying both first-class citizens and refiners.

There's only one creature left.

The one who collapsed.

And Astania still can't open her eyes to see if she was hit too hard when she fainted.

'Damn it.'

Tiamet, who instinctively checked her condition despite the sore back neck pain, sat down with a hollow expression.

'What does this mean?'

The MSL series to control the Methuselah system is all gone and there are no refinements of energy being poured into it.

Soon the giant perforated tower, Obelisk, will cease to operate, and then the harsh natural environment will sweep through the city.

I am not confident that I will survive in it for long.

Slowly you will run out of strength and die.

'... I tried to save your life.'

Tiamet's face is still blank as she looks at Astania, who is still unconscious.

I don't know what this feeling is about her in my mind right now.

But the desire for her to be happy along with me continued to rise in my mind.

I thought it would be better to be confident next to him.

'Is it true what Nepalems say?'

Earlier, Tiamet recalls a conversation with Nepalem and smiles deeply.

I was in a really special place.

Probably the only one left here in the TMT series.

'At least you'll hear the answer. What made you say I was special.'

But it is now impossible to hear the answer.

Nepalems would already be on a spaceship.

He is completely different from himself.

Then.

"Life isn't all that great, is it? If only Humans had lived rationally, Mr. Tiamet would have ridden."

"... No way."

Tiamet mutters in an unbelievable voice from afar.

It's ridiculous that I'm hearing this voice right now.

Whether or not, the voice coming from behind becomes closer and closer to Tiamet.

Tiamet looks back and wails.

"Nepalem. how did you get here · · · · ·."

Nepalim laughs as he looks at Tiamet, who defies him without hesitation.

"The chipset must be completely broken now. It's going well. Haha."

"... how did they stay here?"

Tiamet pinches his cheeks to see if he has entered the virtual reality.

Nepalese have no reason not to, and they cannot not.

If Nepalems want to stay here, other first-class citizens will burn Nepalems in bundles.

Nepalim shrugs.

"Oh, there? They burned a clone that looked just like me. I'm sure it'll go well. He should be happy there, too."

"You · · ·. Who are you? Why aren't you there?"

The chipset that suppressed the emotion was broken, so all sorts of emotions were happening naturally.

When Tiamet, who could not hide his embarrassment, who had always had a stiff face, mumbled to Nepal, he smiled and replied.

"Why would I go there? I've already done my part here."

"... What?"

Seeing Tiamet like that, Nepalem proudly points to his back, the tower.

"In the end, you left out all the essentials. Haha! I'm glad everyone's gone."

The words brighten Tiamet's expression a little.

My confident face.

Nepalese, who led all of their plans, remain here.

Could this be the way out of here?

Aren't all those people out there on the ship making the wrong choices?

Unfortunately.

Nepalem opened his mouth with a look of apology, looking at Tiamet's face.

"I'm sorry I gave you such an expectation. · · Don't look like that. This body will die soon."

"What?"

Nepalim shrugs.

"What a surprise. We're done here, and this body is useless now, so we have to destroy it."

Disposal.

Tiamet is furious with the fairy's words.

"Damn it! What are you trying to do here?"

After the chipset disappeared, all the feelings that had been suppressed were bursting out.

No, before that, there was only one feeling that consumed Tiamet's entire body for twenty years.

[Fear]

The feeling that was most disturbing to the fighting soldier.That's why it was the strongest suppressed.

The emotion slowly eats away at something unknown and incomprehensible.

To respond.

Kuaang!

A white spirit that once sat inside of Tiamet bursts out and begins to wrap around it.

The Spirit of Light.

A single level of destruction surrounds Tiamet with the power of a spirit that is hard for any spirit to follow.

There is only one purpose.

To protect Tiamet.

Seeing Tiamet like that, Nepalem scratches his chin.

"Why are you angry when you ask? What I do, by the way... Design, I should say. It's called terraforming. It makes the world look pretty. Suit your taste."

"What?"

The High One.

Where in the world are people who outrank Nepalems?

'Damn it. Are you kidding me?'

Then.

"Ah, there you are."

With a short Nepalese word.

Blah, blah!

The space opened up and began to divide.

Between the gaps in space, filled with darkness like darkness.

Yuck!

A small creature pops out.

Small wings on the back and a glowing flesh.

I literally saw something like a fairy from a fairy tale.

"Ugh..."

Tiamet's whole body begins to tremble.

Appearance is just a cute fairy.

But there is something in that existence that cannot be concealed by its appearance, its formidability and devastation.

Grass.

Tiameth can't beat the beast, and even though his legs are too weak to sit still, he opens his mouth to the elf, saying that Nepalem is fine.

"It's time to take over. It's over, right?"

The elf rises from the air and smiles like Nepalems.

"Hmm · · · ·. But here's something fun, isn't it?"

The moment the giant tower, Obelisk, was completed and all the meaningless creatures were wiped out, the work was finished.

But there's something interesting in front of you, and you can't just skip it.

When a fairy smiles, a creature who is deprived of the divine temperament.

"Bastards. If you're joking..."

Tiamet mutters as she grits her teeth.

The man in front of me looked at him like he was a toy.

However, the elf shakes its head and raises its tail at Tiamet's words.

"No, it's not a toy. I like people like you. You're very special."

Beyond that, the fairy who looked at Tiamet alternately from the direction of the ship where the first-class citizens had disappeared, said a word at the end.

"You were born of transcendence."

"Oh, right. I wanted to talk to you first."

The Nepalese strike their palms.

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