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T Nest, a nest that controls time. There is no color here, just like an old photo.

"Time" is something that all living things possess, and it is also the bondage of all living things. Birth, old age, illness and death are both a cycle and a curse.

However, the "singularity" of time that T Nest has mastered has broken the shackles of time. The time used by humans is as long as immortality and as small as allowing a person to stay for a period of time, so time has been firmly held by humans. in hand.

But this supreme privilege can only be mastered by the rich and only they can enjoy it. This is also eternal in the cycle of suffering in the city.

Only those with money and strength can control everything. The poor and weak have been firmly grasped by the "city" from the moment they were born, and have become one of the huge gears of this machine.

"...Are you really sure you won't leave?"

At this time, Dongbai looked at the man in front of him seriously. At this time, the entrance to the basement was being hit continuously. Everyone in the Nine People's Association had left, leaving only the two of them holding the last line of defense in the basement.

"...Forget it, I won't leave."

The man in front of him has a beetle-like pincer on his left hand, and his other hand is quietly stroking the glass window. In this gray world, it is the only one that is colorful.

"I have been wandering for half of my life, until I met the family of the Nine People's Guild... I really don't want to wander anymore, just let the masterpieces of Brother Lingzhi and myself, and everything that the Nine People's Guild used to be, be reduced to ashes."

Carlos looked at the color in the mirror and remembered bits and pieces of the past, although in his memory it was always gray, as gray and lifeless as the city.

But those memories were in color. Even if the T nest deprived them of their color, it could not destroy the color in their hearts.

However, all of this eventually turned into endless black as the Nine People's Guild fell apart. He calmly pulled out a chair from the side and sat next to it, as if he accepted the fate of himself and the Nine People's Guild.

"Give me the remote control...you escape from the hidden tunnel. I want to treat all of you to watch a colorless fireworks."

Carlos took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, took out a cigarette with his modified left hand, and then silently lit a cigarette for himself

As he took a deep breath, the smoke blew out of his nose, and the bitter nicotine gradually made his spirit return to calm, but the horrible feeling of guilt penetrated deep into his spine.

"Carlos…"

Dongbai handed the remote control into his hand and looked at him with some reluctance. He took one last look here and remembered everything here, then opened the hidden door and rushed inside.

"Boom!" The door to the basement was smashed open, and the agents of Company T came and looked at the gold on these official personnel, the disgusting color of those bureaucratic privileged people.

Carlos spit out the cigarette in his mouth with some disgust, and finally pressed the detonator in front of everyone's horrified eyes.

"Bang!" A huge explosion erupted from the basement. The Nine People's Association, the stage that once held their dreams, the safe haven they worked so hard to build, disappeared with the loud noise and the colorless firelight.

"Quick!" Celebi is in front! "

At this time, a large group of Team Rocket members are chasing the traces of Celebi, the god of the forest.

"There are always some people with evil intentions who want to catch me...but hey! It's still early to catch me."

The green onion smiled and traveled directly through time, but he had no idea what the consequences would be.

At this time on the other side...

The explosion tore Carlos's body to pieces and also tore apart the glass windows in the basement. However, unexpectedly, the spatial fluctuations caused by Celebi traveling through time and space gave everything an opportunity.

The glass window reflects the possibilities in the parallel universe. In a certain world, Carlos is a trainer in the Pokémon world. The time fluctuations and the fragments of the glass window unexpectedly produce refraction and open up time. of rift.

"Oh? Some outsider is here."

At this time, the sleeping alpaca suddenly sensed the arrival of an outsider. He checked the outsider's soul and prepared to sleep again after confirming that the other party was not malicious.

"Eh? There's something special about this little guy."

Seeing the colorful light hidden in the little guy's soul made the alpaca feel interesting, so he took out his world editor and decided to give the little guy a small gift.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

A voice in the darkness suddenly woke Carlos from his coma.

"who are you?"

Carlos asked subconsciously.

"I am the master! I am the brain-computer system you created."

"Brain machine?"

Carlos suddenly woke up when he heard this familiar name.

During the original Nine-person Society, he once created a brain chip. This brain chip can be loaded with many programs (such as cognitive filters...electronic information databases...information analyzers and other devices.)

At that time, he was just creating it for fun and had no intention of publishing it. After all, he knew that if this thing was installed in the minds of workers, the capitalists would monitor the workers all day long.

Moreover, the nine of them are just a group of people who like to invent, and they only treat the technology they invented as toys.

So he would not publish this thing, but just put it in his mind as his first invention. Unexpectedly, the "brain machine" would appear at this time.

"Yes, Master, but I have very unfortunate news to tell you that you are dead."

"Brain Machine" said with some regret. After his examination, he had been blown into pieces.

"Yes, I know. Dongbaek's explosives are very powerful. I guess there is nothing left of me left."

Carlos said with a wry smile, but he didn't know how many pieces he had become.

"I'm sorry Li Xiang...I'm sorry Brother Lingzhi...Hey! It seems that the nine of us will only meet in the next life."

Looking back on his life, Carlos felt that he was neither too successful nor too unsuccessful. It was just a pity that he still had some regrets, some unfulfilled wishes and deep-seated sins...

It's just that he is dead after all, so dead people shouldn't care about such useless things.

"I know so I have a way to resurrect the master...but this method requires a gamble."

"Brain Machine" said hesitantly.

"Anyway, I'm dead enough to tell you."

Carlos said calmly, he had already died once when he participated in the Haze War.

"Because Brother Spirit's glass window technology can project light and shadow into other universes, and there are universes in front of us that have opened their doors due to time cracks..."

"what do you mean?"

"I'm thinking that we can project the owner's consciousness and soul into the body of the owner of the universe, but we don't know what that universe looks like."

"It's okay... I'm no longer afraid of death. If I die again, I'll just project it."

Carlos said calmly. The battle he had fought on the battlefield had made him feel unusually numb and calm about death.

"Ok."

As Carlos's order was given, the refraction had already begun.

In a burst of darkness and dizziness, his soul traveled quickly and finally came to this new world, and his life that was supposed to come to an end began to be continued again.

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