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

Hell is a class society, that's the only thing you feel, the rest is nothing.

Except that the office and colleagues have become dark, and what you kneel down is not the Lord but freedom, you don’t feel any change; you are still busy every day, your boss is still your fucking boss, and someone still comes to find fault every now and then. You are always singled out from the sea of ​​people to rob the common currency. Maybe the only explanation is that you are pale, you think.

These horrible demons with horns and bat wings, teeth that are not hidden in the mouth (this design may not be good for brushing), skin like dry and cracked red rocks, and human slaves in their hands, look down on you This kind of normal guy, you are a walking purse in their eyes, and there is no meaning of existence other than that.

You try to minimize the number of times you go out, but you still need this grueling activity when you have to.

Oh shit.

You silently look at the demon in front of you. He proudly shows off his exaggerated muscles and strength, repeating a kind of psychological oppression called "threat", while his succubus lover hangs on him coquettishly. Cheer on me.

"I need some wine, and my baby needs a bed." The demon grinned, and squeezed his lover's ass, the succubus let out an exaggerated scream and giggled while shaking its clean legs : "Damn, so many people!" The spectators around let out a burst of understanding laughter.

No matter what kind of succubus it is, the attack on the eardrums is so good, you rubbed your ears, pointed to the street corner politely and said: "For wine, you can go to the Ella Tavern there, the wine is good and the price is good, the latest Promotional activities, free accommodation for those who buy a certain amount of wine, good sound insulation, excellent reputation, a lot of praise, worth-”

A ball of fire flies past your eyebrows, and the slight burning sensation forces you to stop.The devil bared its fangs viciously, and the flames were fierce in his palm, ready to bite you at any time, "Don't you understand what I'm talking about! Money, money! Give me all your money! Or let me Try my strength!" the demon yelled, shaking his fist at you.

"Oh, that's it, now I understand." You said, the demon smiled at your obedience, but you gasped and said the next sentence: "But unfortunately, I don't have it."

The devil's eyes widened. He stuck his thick neck with gnarled veins, grabbed your collar angrily, and sprayed his foul breath all over your face, "You want to play with me! Ah, you despicable dog Bastard! I'll pick your bones clean!"

One more, two more, no more three, and it doesn't look like it's getting too early.

So you raised your hand and pressed it on his shoulder, with a gentle tone, "Sweet dream."

The devil's green vertical pupils suddenly tightened, and he opened his mouth slowly, but not a single syllable rolled out.The gray mist diffused with the breath, and the bone spurs protruded from the ground. Under the cover of the mist, the killing was done quietly, and the victim only had time to let out a half-cry.

You blink to get the dust off your eyeballs, and the passers-by also blink.Their different eyeballs showed the same fear. They looked at each other, not knowing whether the ruins in front of them grew from the ground or fell from the sky. Only the succubus walking in it proved that this miserable situation was not just a It's just a curtain.

You spend a few seconds under the horrified stares of passers-by, restoring destroyed homes and roads.The succubus ran to her lover who was lying on her back, sobbing and shaking him desperately.

"Do you need help, miss?" You politely ask the succubus sitting on the ground, after all, the ground is very hot, and it will burn if you sit for a long time.But she screamed loudly, and fell on the ground, not even caring about her sweet lover, as if something extremely terrifying was smiling at her.

"Demon!" cried the lady, driven mad by terror, with her hair stuck in her teeth, and her voice trembling. "Bardwind's soul is gone, his soul! soul! eaten by this demon! Ah, Everyone, look!"

You say, "No, that's slander, I never eat this nonsense, I eat oatmeal, and a little hard liquor once in a while."

"Demon!" Miss interrupted your explanation.

You shrug and leave.

A vague exclamation came from behind, "Deeds of the devil..."

What a ridiculous interjection.

Obviously they are the purest demons.

Then you were called to the office by your boss after you finished the fight.

Lucifer's office is full of piles of documents at any time. It took you a long time to find the real ground, and then carefully docked like a ship in a storm to avoid soiling the precious and clean papers around you.

Your good-looking boss seems to have no time to care about whether you stepped on your precious documents. He sometimes presses himself on the high-back chair made of obsidian, his golden eyes keep rolling, and then jumps down and walks back and forth with his hands behind his back, looking like Very restless.

"Oh, here you are."

When Lucifer finally saw you, he covered his mouth and coughed, brushed off his clothes and sat back on the throne that symbolized his rights and status, with his bony hands resting on the armrests.

You ask: "What's the matter?"

"What the hell is the demon you killed... a member of the family, that damned family elder has come to me and asked for an explanation, you need to apologize."

You say in disbelief, "Why? I didn't do anything wrong! I was right, he provoked me first, and he deserved it!"

"It's your fault!" Lucifer straightened his back, and you could see that he really wanted to hold you down and beat you up, but he restrained the urge, and just patted the armrest and shouted at you: "If you Go to a meeting, show yourself to the people of hell, is there such a thing? In heaven everyone knows you are a great and glorious archangel, but here is hell, hell! Here if you don't speak up, no one will I know you! You have to show people how you yearn for freedom and how desperate you are for it. You need to create an image of tough will and belief for the public, and then they will accept you and believe in you! They won't stop and rob you at any time!"

"I don't need to be convinced," your tone was a little haughty, "I've already had enough of this kind of thing. If it's a robbery, I think I can solve everything with my fists alone."

Lucifer looks irritated by you, he lifts his chin, spreads his hands, and mimics your tone with a utterly egomaniac tone: "You don't need—huh? You don't, does that matter? The important thing is that hell needs! They need idols, they need beliefs, because they are so deviant! My friends in heaven, you live in a society now, and if you want to survive, you have to adapt to this monster! It's very simple, any A fool can do it perfectly - show the majority of society what you have in common with them, promise to eradicate what makes you different - even if it makes you no longer yourself, so what? You have to Change, change actively and proactively, because you chose society in the first place!"

You also became angry, and walked quickly towards the gate while covering your ears, filling your ear canals with your own voice, "Come on, philosopher! It's better to use your eloquence to subdue the masses! Let me go !"

Lucifer's angry voice still penetrated your palm, stirring up bursts of tinnitus, "I let you go, then you go away forever! Arrogant-crazy!"

You kick the door hard, shut it shut, and walk away.

But your anger also makes you sleepless, you squeeze your eyelids tightly, this thin layer of skin vibrates convulsively under the pressure, you count your breaths before barely falling asleep.

A thunderous cry jumped out of the dream, shouting "adapt, adapt!" 』

You woke up suddenly, and there was still a dark sky outside the window.You hastily wiped the sweat off your forehead, got up and walked to the window, the night in hell is also peaceful, occasionally a few night demons would come out of a certain window.

You lean on the window frame and stare at the hidden things or nothingness in the dark night.

You recall the callous dialogue when the Lord gave you his name in the first place:

"Sariel, I have no right to judge you, because your soul is elsewhere; I cannot save you, because you have never offered your sincere faith.You are not in my temple, nor in the depths of hell, you are an alien—an alien of this world.Go to Limbo Prison, there are people like you there, and I will send a revelation here. 』

You made a decision, tied up your cloak, and went straight out of the window sill to head to the Lingbo Prison pointed by the Lord.

You left the kingdom of heaven for freedom and to get rid of the shadow of the Lord, but you didn’t realize that hell is just another shadow, you don’t belong to justice or evil, you are just a lonely soul.

You fold your wings, look far away, and breathe the dusty smell of eternity.The place is full of miasma, the wind and wandering spirits pass by you, your mind becomes dull and cold in the strong wind, hallucinations fluctuate in your vision, you look around the nothingness with boredom, and the deadly loneliness chokes your heart Throat, you clutch your clothes, start to feel tired, eyes close involuntarily.

A crow breaks through the miasma like a curtain, lands on your shoulder, and rolls its scarlet eyes at you.

"Sariel, have you finally decided?" The Lord's voice came from the bird's slender throat, and each syllable was as rough as sandpaper, which seemed a little funny.

You answer: "Okay, I need to adapt."

"It's a good thing for you to realize that I can do it right away, Sally, and listen: your first companions must be corpses and buffoons."

"Well, I don't care either." You replied indifferently.

The crow uttered a short syllable that resembled a laugh, and the Lord said in its throat, "That would be great."

"Where is your God?" 』

You seemed to hear the Lord murmuring, and the crow flapped its wings and flew away from your shoulders.

The author has something to say:

What do you think of this relatively simple European style? qwq But it was really enlightening to be transferred today, and I also found problems that I hadn’t noticed before. The next pit must be improved!