[Quick Transmigration] A report on the adaptation of an AI to society

"The Lord will give you three miracles: When you throw the staff on the ground, it will immediately turn into a snake; You pour the water of the Nile River on the ground, and the water will turn into blood. Moses, this is a revelation from the Lord, and you must keep it in your heart. This is your mission—use the knowledge I have given you, molded from clay Even the ear can hear these words."

The old man fell at your feet for a long time, praising the glory of the Lord.

You finished the task, retreated into the flames and were about to leave, when the woman next to you suddenly raised her head, brushed off the veil covering her face, and said to you, "My merciful messenger, can I make another humble request."

You were slightly surprised, but still responded: "I will listen to the requests of believers, please speak."

"My name is Zipporah, the wife of Moses, and the priestess of Canaan," the woman said slowly, "My glorious angel of the moon, I beg you to grant me the spell of translating souls, the magic of the moon." , so that I may free my subjects from the evil that pursues them."

"Believer, you are too offensive, Du..." Before you finished your routine, Zipporah interrupted you eagerly: "No, this is not pity, but a transaction."

"I will give you a reward," she said, "and a reward that the Father will fear."

"I heard a demon in your body making noises. It's called 'Memories'. I can release it. You will be tortured by this demon, but I know that you need this kind of torture." Zipporah blinked slowly. You glanced into her silver-gray eyes, and though she was kneeling humbly, you felt she was standing taller than you.

"Okay, I accept, this deal." You finally replied.

Zipporah gave a cryptic smile.

The moon has risen.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have time to see you off at that time," Michael gave you a warm hug, and his tone was apologetic, "I have a temporary business, and I was delayed in Eden."

"Well—it's all right," you say, "what are you doing in Eden, where there are only a lot of books, are you trying to invent new psalms to praise the Lord?"

Michael smiled, clasped your hands, the heat from his palms was ironing your palms, "You will know, now we are going to the temple, for some reason, the Lord summoned all Seraphs——Az Lal, walk over, don't fly, we seldom take such a leisurely walk, tell me about the things on the ground."

You thought about it, and said: "I met Lucifer, I took a closer look, he looks really good-"

And then you bump headfirst into Michael who is slamming on the brakes and almost breaks the bridge of your nose.

"Lucifer? Did he do something to you? Did he hurt you?" Michael's expression changed suddenly, he grabbed your shoulder, and he was so nervous that he couldn't speak coherently.You slapped his hand off, "Why are you nervous, he didn't do anything."

"Really?" Michael asked, frowning.

“We had a friendly, deep philosophical discussion where he shared his views and opinions with me, and I objected and refuted them, and then we agreed, and that’s it, it’s over,” you say.

Michael's expression became subtle and magical, he moved his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything.

You couldn't help laughing, and patted him on the back to comfort him, "It's nothing, to be honest, Michael, you really should get to know that gentleman, his eloquence is really comparable to that of Maran Barondo ① , not great."

Michael felt relieved when he saw that you were fine, so he casually agreed with you, "Indeed, I have a sculpture of Maran Barondo at home."

You smile and walk with him all the way.

Oh, Maran Berondo.

Malan Barrondo.

When the seven archangels were all standing together, the singers of the temple waved their wings and sang: the Lord has established a throne in heaven, and his authority rules over all;

Lord, you are great!Clothed with majesty and majesty, You clothed yourself with the mantle of the sun, and spread the veil of the firmament.

All the mighty angels who obey his commands and fulfill his will, praise the Lord!

Bless the Lord, all ye his armies, and his servants, who do what pleases him!

Bless the Lord, all you that he has made, wherever he rules; bless the Lord, my soul!

As soon as the singer's final note fell, the seven archangels knelt and bowed down, chanting the glory of the Lord in their mouths, filled with awe and conviction in their hearts, and the ceremony was considered completed②.

The Lord asked everyone to stand up and said to Uriel, who was in the third place: "My child, you told me that you have something important to tell every seraphim. Are you still silent now?"

Uriel, the captain of the righteous guard of the kingdom of heaven, came out and knelt before the Lord's throne, "My Lord, now I can say, I beseech the Lord, revoke all the glorious titles of Seraph Sariel and strip him of his power. , and reduced him to the lowest place in the kingdom of heaven."

The rest of the angels couldn't hide their astonishment, but not a single syllable escaped from their mouths.You, who were named, pursed your lips tightly and didn't say anything.

The Lord pondered for a moment, and asked, "Why do you make such a reckless request, Uriel, the seven creation angels have all made incomparable contributions to the kingdom of heaven, you are all my beloved sons and my favorite, tell me , why did you attack Sariel?"

Uriel stood up. He had beautiful long blue hair and eyes of the same color, but this calm sea-like color on him would only make you think of lightning and thunder blowing in a gust of wind.You have no close contact with him, partly because this guy is too "justice", with a gloomy expression on his face (like a dark cloud from lightning), sharp eyes of a law enforcement officer, and unusually ruthless, few people Like him, the angels call him "God's Eagle Dog" behind their backs.

Uriel stared at you from the side, his eyes were as cold as a falcon, "Sariel privately taught the magic of the moon to Zipporah, a Canaanite priestess, on the way to pass on the revelation of the Lord to Moses in the world, and revealed The secret of heaven—”

"I'm afraid this can't be a reason, Uriel," Michael interrupted him in a deep voice, and walked to the main seat, "Sariel's behavior can be completely forgiven, the land of Canaan is indeed full of death and filth recently, The filth of a heaven leaked to this place, and countless people were polluted with their souls and did evil things to achieve the devil's trick - to pull more souls into the ranks of hell. If we just sit idly by, these filthy forces will Sooner or later, he will get out of control. Sariel did this so that the Lord’s favorite child can get rid of the evil of chasing him. Although he acted without the Lord’s permission, I believe that the Lord will approve of Sariel’s behavior.”

The Lord nodded, agreeing with Michael's words.

"What do you think, Sariel?" the Lord asked you, and you pursed your lips and replied in a low voice, "Yes, Lord."

Michael, who is serious and nonsense, smiled triumphantly, although his entire facial expression was only a slight upward movement of the corners of his mouth.

"I haven't finished speaking yet, Lord Michael, don't rush to refute," Uriel said hastily, facing the Lord's throne, "Lord, I beg you to set aside your ears and listen to me!"

The Lord allowed: "Okay, you can speak."

Uriel then spoke: "My holy lord, we should maintain the purity and beauty of heaven, expel all evil and darkness, and of course the angels that have been corrupted by these filth. Lucifer's fall has shaken some angels' steadfastness. Character, although they are silent, their expressions are calm and submissive, and their wings are still white, exuding the divine brilliance bestowed by the Lord, but their hearts have already planted the seeds of evil! Enemies come and sow tares on the wheat Here, and gone, these fallen ones have also sprinkled evil into heaven, which is undoubtedly a great disgrace to us, like a fly rolled into the blue robe of the Virgin, how can we tolerate this kind of thing to continue !"

The Lord agreed with his remarks, which made Uriel smile slightly.

You raised your head and asked, "Master Uriel, what do you want to say, just say it, and you don't need to pile up so many prefaces."

"You!" He turned around suddenly, raised his finger to point at your nose, and said in an impassioned tone, "Sariel, you are one of the seven creation angels, but you are willing to fall, letting ears that should only listen to the oracle get into the road Evil Whispers of Sifa! My Lord, even though the Seraphim is your most admirable work, even though they have made great achievements in protecting the heavens, they should not let down their vigilance. They fight hell, but they are far from hell The nearest one! Undoubtedly, Sariel, as an angel of the moon and a warrior wandering on the frontier, your heart has been infected with evil that is no less serious than the enemy, and you are no longer loyal to the Lord. Banished, never pardoned!"

You clenched your fists, but Michael held you back and blocked you, "Such groundless accusations are too radical," Michael said calmly, "I know Sariel's devotion to the Lord, and the Lord will also Seeing His sincerity, fighting against evil will only strengthen faith and not destroy it, even if it sinks into sewage, a pure heart will not leave a single gap for evil."

Uriel twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Sir, I know that you and Sariel are on good terms. Angels should be so united. Friendship is praised by the Lord, but when it comes to the issue of the Lord, we must not let personal affairs blind us." Your discerning eye! Master Michael, you haven’t heard what I want to tell you, this amazing discovery will make you greatly agree with me—"

"My lord, do you still remember the monster that appeared in the last war, that kind of terrifying and terrifying thing, that is, the power of Sariel, an evil force that cannot exist in the kingdom of heaven at all! Even if he does not do evil things now But he will do it sooner or later—absolute justice will not give any sympathy to any suspicion, my lord, are you going to abandon the justice you hold on to this time?"

At this time, everyone couldn't help their own surprise, they let out a low voice, and whispered in a low voice.

Anger was burning in your chest, you watched Uriel's lips open and close, and he waved his arms excitedly to accuse you, you couldn't hear what he said, but felt everyone's eyes were on you like a file Scratching on the bone, these eyes are saying: Isn't it so?

They looked at your wings, your black hair and black eyes, and your hand tightly held by Michael, trying to dig out something from your calm expression.You threw away Michael's hand that was holding you, and said calmly, "Lord, no need, I'll leave immediately, immediately."

"Sariel!" Michael shouted behind you, but you left the main hall without answering him.

You walk faster and faster, from trotting to running, and finally flying with six wings, you know where you are going, and you have no way back.

But Michael follows you, you can't get rid of him, from the kingdom of heaven all the way to the border of hell.

You let yourself fall for nine mornings and twilights, and you are approaching the entrance of hell. Michael hastily raised his hand to block you, and the net of light wrapped you up and did not hurt you.

"That's enough! Leave me alone! Don't!" You screamed, and the power imprinted with the dark breath burst out, breaking all the restraints around your body. At this time, your glorious wings have begun to glow with a faint gray luster.

You pursed your lips and took a few steps back. Excessive energy consumption made your gait a little unsteady, and sure enough, you fell to the ground a few seconds later.Michael has caught up with you and blocked you firmly with his physical advantage, like a large dam. He wanted to help you up, but your weak hand was caught by him.

"No..." You said hoarsely, at this moment the fragile neck seemed to be unable to support your head.

"Come back with me, Azrael, I won't let anything happen to you, come back with me, okay?" Michael kept repeating, he half pulled and half pulled you up, and you pushed him away, Fall back to the ground.

Michael dryly whispered your name: "Azrael."

"Enough...enough..."

You covered your face, and your body trembled slightly under Michael's gaze, "You already know, you already know! Isn't that enough! Michael, you don't need to make excuses in doctrine, I am a different kind, I Not of heaven, look at this, look!"

You raised your left hand to him, and the sleeve slid down, revealing a hand made of skeletons, with a faint black mist lingering on the smooth bones, like several poisonous snakes entangled.

Countless times have you seen this hand on the dead, whom you have extradited from the monsters that pursue their shadows, hideous and dark things that followed the sins of their birth and followed them all the way from hell.They waded through the river between life and death, and the hand of the white bones crossed the river. The bones glowed with a cold light, and then they were frozen into a cold mist by the cold. At this moment, the soul fire in their eye sockets did not move at all, and you occasionally look at it. The moon beside you, there are countless screaming souls hiding in it, they stare at you from behind the moon's clean face, but the moonlight will be as pure as ever.

That's the sinner, said the Lord.

You are the avenger of the soul, give every soul the punishment it deserves, no soul is absolutely pure, sin is more borne than death - strip the soul and leave the empty body, these sinners will be in Suffering in the gap between life and death, you indifferently watch their flesh and blood rot, let the moonlight and wind and sand dampen these skeletons, clean and tidy like a work of art, sinners kneel on the ground and raise their arms high.

But now this arm grows on your body.

Michael was stunned, you were stung by his eyes, you knew he would not hold any malice towards you, Michael is your only and most sincere friend, but pity hurts you more than malice at this moment , you can respond to malice with anger, but you don't know how to respond to mercy.

You staggered back, Michael grabbed you, spread out his six wings, and surrounded you and him together, isolating you from the sun that would hurt you.

In the dark, you feel the surge of power again, and your breathing has changed from rapid to gentle. Now that you have calmed down, you have time to realize your situation: you are now tightly hugged by Michael (his wings are closed) airtight, the posture is even more excessive than a hen guarding its cubs), your forehead is pressed against his chest, you feel his heartbeat and body temperature, and your breath blends together in a small space.

It’s very strange, Michael, you are invisible, you are a pure light and thinking spirit, you use holy fire to purify people’s hearts and souls, you use the radiance to disperse the shadows of darkness, but why do you protect me so much, Protecting a "degenerate"?But why is your heart beating so hard and your breathing so rapid?What are you worried about?What are you afraid of?What makes you have a heartbeat, what makes you emotional?

You struggled slightly, trying to push him away, "Let go of me, Michael, let go."

Then you feel your hand being held, his lips in the dark on your cold fingerbones - and he answers you with a kiss.You feel as if something is growing where you are touched, itchy, you twitch your fingers unconsciously, what does this kiss represent, you know.

Michael retracted his six wings, but he still held your hand—your hand has returned to normal, but it looked a little pale, and the new flesh and blood sealed the kiss just now on the bone, allowing the temperature to blend into the flesh and blood.

You fell into silence, it seemed that Michael's voice sounded after a long time, "Sariel, I—"

You put your index finger against his open lips to prevent him from uttering the words, "Let me go, Michael, I can't go back." Michael lowered his slender eyelashes, and his emerald eyes reflected yours. shadow.

You approach him, and then kiss on your index finger, Michael is separated from you by a finger distance, the tip of the nose touches, and the forehead touches - this is when you are closest to each other.

You kiss him, imitating how he kissed you quietly a long time ago.

① Marlon Brando (Marlon Brando, April 1924, 4-July 3, 2004), born in Omaha, Nebraska, USA, was an American film and television actor. His dialogue in "Apocalypse Now" brain-burning classic

②The original text comes from the Psalms of the Bible, with deletions and modifications

③From the Gospel of Matthew in the Bible, Chapter 13, Verse 25

The author has something to say:

Only then did I realize that my fast-traveling style is very strange orz, and after thinking about this novel for beginners, I found many deficiencies, for example, the story is not strong... Now I am thinking about what is more important in writing and story, because What I have been doing when coding words is to modify the words and sentences instead of modifying the plot of the story. I hope this article can give me some lessons and experience_(°:з」∠)_