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

"You went too far this time." Huifre knocked on the table and said, she pressed the table with her usual serious expression.Lucifer comfortably put his hands behind his head, half-closed his eyelids, and spoke lazily, "What I'm telling is the truth, Dashi—speaking, don't mix your own emotional tendencies into it, can you?"

"Not at all!" Gui'er lost her temper for the "emotional tendency" mentioned by the other party, stomped her feet and shouted: "Not everyone likes your high-spirited look, who likes meetings! You ask them, you ask Q - Everyone has had enough of you, Sariel did the right thing! You are wrong to force others to accept your personal opinion! You, are the real, utter, down-to-earth, arrogant mad!"

Lucifer sighed, and spread his hands to her in frustration, "Okay, I get it, I get it, I made a mistake this time, and I will correct it, righteous Miss Guier, am I sincere enough?"

Guier snorted, curled his lips, and Lucifer sighed, "Okay, I know, I'm not sincere enough, so I'll go and apologize in person, okay?"

So Lucifer was forced to leave his comfortable palace, and walked to the door of Sariel with an exquisite gift box. He raised his hand facing the door in front of him, put it down, raised it, and put it down again, repeating this several times. After a round, he rubbed his hands, and still gritted his teeth and knocked on the door.

"Sariel, that, I... I'll..."

The proud fallen angel stopped talking, smacked his lips, raised his heels and kept hitting the ground, "Well, I want to say, I, I—"

Lucifer took a deep breath, grabbed the box in his hand and pressed it against his face, and finally spit out a vague word from his throat, speaking faster than a Hong Kong reporter.

After speaking, Lucifer was relieved like a drowning person was saved, he wiped his forehead, and the eloquence returned to him, "Ah, Sariel, I know you must have heard my apology--no It doesn't matter if you hear it, as long as you know what I mean, some things don't have to be said in person, as long as you understand it, hahaha."

"Can I come in? Sariel, I brought you a Bessie... oh, it's not my cake, you'll like this little dessert, and having some cream at night won't add much fat to you, you Look how good Beelzebub is, well...if you don't speak, I'll come in—" Lucifer didn't get a reply from the other party for a long time, so he twisted the handle and slowly pushed the door open.

Sariel still did not speak, to be exact, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Sariel?" Lucifer threw away the cake and walked quickly to the open window, the curtains fluttered in the night like raven wings.The fallen angel stepped on the window sill, and he caught the remaining breath of Sariel here, but it was already insignificant.

Lucifer released a tracking spell, a loose black shadow wrapped around his thin index finger, and then jumped out.

Lucifer stepped on the window sill, spread his dark wings, and jumped into the eternal night of hell along with the shadow.

Lucifer was led to the border of hell, the first layer of hell, Limbo, where he was enveloped in gray mist.Lucifer searched repeatedly, and finally found a touch of familiar black in the mist, "Oh, Sariel!" He couldn't help his own screams, and hurriedly circled and landed.

The fallen angel shook the unconscious Sariel, but the other party didn't respond, his eyes were tightly closed.

Sariel's six wings hung weakly behind him, and he lowered his head, as if his life had been lost in this cloud of mist.Lucifer held up Sariel's face, and after seeing everything clearly, his expression showed a rare surprise.

what is this?

Lucifer wiped off the blood on the side of Sariye's face with his fingertips, and stroked the strange runes on his smooth skin. These densely packed black characters were deeply engraved, covering almost the entire left side of Sariye's face.

The pattern formed by these runes is a butterfly.

In a certain belief, the butterfly represents the human soul, soul, soul, soul... Lucifer was entangled in this term, and before he could finish thinking, the unconscious angel woke up.

"Lucifer, why are you here?"

Lucifer quickly raised his head, and was facing Sariel's black eyes—these eyes were so dark that there was almost no light.Lucifer hadn't reacted yet, "Ah, Sariel, are you... awake?"

"You should answer my question, Lucifer, and, I'm Sariel," the other side corrected him blankly, "Sariel, not Sariel."

"What's the difference? It's just a different accent. You don't have to be so lazy if you want to change the name, but it's still fresh." Lucifer muttered, and the black-haired angel said, "Xila is not Sariel."

"what?"

He didn't continue to answer, turned around and spread his six wings and left directly, leaving Lucifer to repeat in a daze: "Xila is not Sariel? This is a bad sentence..."

But everything that follows proves that it is not a sick sentence.

Sheila seems to have forgotten everything about herself as Sariel. Even though Gui'er tried her best, she couldn't find any trace of her past in his dreams. You must know that dreams will reveal everything that people hide—this can only be said that he His memory has been completely and completely erased, and Sira has become more silent, and his personality seems to be heavier.

But the most important point is that this fallen angel who called himself Sira began to attend meetings, participate in public activities according to what Lucifer said, and began to learn to be a leader, a new idol, and was extremely successful. , It didn't take long for Sira to become the new star of hell-with his ruthless killing.

The madness and ruthlessness of Sira made even the cruelest demons in hell feel pity for the wretch who died under Sira's hands. No one could be as good as Sira, and nothing could be harvested so neatly like the bone sword in his hand. life.The demons perfected him, piled the skulls under his throne, and shouted: Sira will definitely be the number one executioner ever in hell!Long live Syrah!

"So everything I said is correct!" Lucifer smugly slapped the armrest during a routine meeting, "Just do what I say and you'll be the next superstar without a doubt! Come on, Who wants to be next? Raise your lovely hand to me!"

The other hell lords yawned tiredly at the same time. Those who lay down continued to lie down, those who ate continued to eat, and those who chatted continued to chat. Lucifer's jaw stretched unhappily.

At this moment the door was pushed open, and Mammon was the first to respond, jumping off the table and running in front of the visitor.

"Master Xila!" Mammon raised his head and grabbed the corner of Xila's clothes, his eyes were as bright as the gold coins he kept at home, "Can you give me the feathers you fell? Enough!"

Xi La looked down at the little devil, and after a moment of silence, a feather fluttered down from his half-opened wings and fell into Mammon's raised hand. The little devil narrowed his eyes and was so happy. Straight shake.

Others pursed their lips and sneered at this behavior, "Exaggeration."

"You don't understand me!" Mammon snorted, winked at them, and jumped back to the seat, rubbing the black feathers on her face.

"Is there something wrong?" Lucifer asked lazily, but Sira didn't answer, and when she raised her hand, a dove flew towards Lucifer's face in panic.

Lucifer screamed, waving his arms wildly, and sneezed into the pigeon's feathers while cursing: "Damn it! I—ah chirp—I'm fucking allergic! I—ah chirp!" Everyone couldn't bear it. Laughing loudly, A□□odeus next to him grabbed the flopping pigeon and smiled narrowly at Lucifer: "I didn't expect you to be so cute when you sneezed haha."

Lucifer took out a handkerchief and covered his nose, "Damn—ah—look what it is—ah chirp!"

"Obey my lord, I don't think it's okay." Asmodeus pinched the dove's wings, and the shivering little bird fell into his hands like a scroll. He trembled, After pondering for a moment, "Let me see... ah, it's still the lengthy and meaningless format of that nerd Raphael, the previous paragraph can be skipped, let me read it again-oh! That's it!"

He slapped the table and threw away the letter in his hand, "Listen everyone! Someone in the kingdom of heaven has betrayed again!"

Everyone was in an uproar, and Asmodeus continued to say in a pretentious tone: "Three-winged angel Leviodan Behemet-oh, the name is really long, does anyone know him? Anyway, I don't know him-because the Lord Proposal to destroy human beings was rejected, feeling dissatisfied, led one-third of the angels to raise the flag of rebellion, and provoked the second angelic war, and now the flames of war are burning in the sky!"

"Wow, that's pretty cool!" whistled Beelzebul, shaking his head between bites of a cake fork, "so what do these overly proud bird people want us to do?"

"I haven't finished yet," Asmodeus dissatisfied with his interruption, grabbed the cake in his hand and threw it far away before continuing: "They asked if we would participate, that's all."

Lucifer rubbed his red nose, and excitedly patted the armrest, "Of course we will participate! How could such a large-scale event be without us, right?"

"Yes yes yes yes!"

Everyone nodded desperately, and it was the first time that this group of guys who were afraid of chaos in the world agreed so much.

Lucifer turned his head and asked Xi La who had been silent all this time, "Hell's star, what do you think?"

"casual."

After Sira uttered this poor word, he fell silent again. In fact, he rarely uttered a few syllables, and always finished everything silently and quickly. He was like a tired, cold, and unhappy bird of prey.

Lucifer patted the handrail again to straighten out the discipline of the venue, then raised his hand and announced happily: "Then, this vote-all pass! Get ready to join the party, friends!"

"Great!" Everyone's cheers almost overturned the roof, only Xi La still sat calmly on the chair and took a sip of water by the way.