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When Siril woke up again, he found that he was lying in a crystal coffin. In front of him, there was a huge circular screen, and in this huge screen, he saw the starry sky.Waves of soft light shone on the crystal glass coffin, coating the glass coffin with a layer of dreamlike color.

Cyril immediately judged that he was in some interstellar moment.Only after entering the era of the big universe, will there be such high technology and such a splendid scene.

The swaying starlight was so close to Cyril, as if he could reach it with just raising his hand, but Cyril didn't care about those starlight.

Being locked up in this claustrophobic space alone is not always a pleasant experience.If it wasn't for his mind still functioning, I'm afraid he would think that he has become a part of the eternal prohibition in this claustrophobic space.

He tried his best to stand up, trying to climb out of the coffin. While shaking, he felt a sharp pain in his brain. He unconsciously held onto the edge of the crystal coffin and began to retch.At the same time, in the depths of the brain, layers of images slowly surged up.

——J, when you arrive at the buyer's house, you must be obedient. Obedience can save you from unnecessary pain.You are my favorite work, I don't want to see you in the recycling bin prematurely.

—Remember, your buyer is Master Albert, the son of the Federal Marshal.

At the beginning of the picture, a man in white clothes who looked like a scientific researcher kept talking in front of him, his face was blurry, and Cyril couldn't even see his facial features clearly, only a blurry outline could be seen , and his sea-blue hair.

His lips opened and closed, and the voice seemed to come from a very far away place, making it unreal, but somehow, Cyril understood what he meant, and the 'he' in the picture even responded And a sound.

The white and sea blue gradually blurred, as if they were twisted together by some invisible vortex, and it was difficult to distinguish their original colors.The mess of colors gradually stopped stirring, and reassembled into a new picture.In the endless wilderness, countless cornflowers are swaying in the wind, and the windmill on the tower keeps turning.A man with long black hair stood under the tower, looking at the cornflower with such sad eyes.

Cyril followed the man's gaze and saw a crystal clear coffin in the center of the cornflower. The next second, Cyril's eyes widened.The person in the coffin actually has the exact same appearance as his body!

No, it's not so much that that person is exactly like 'him', it's better to say that 'he' is exactly like that person.

After the complicated pictures in his mind faded, he finally sorted out his thoughts through the splicing of pictures.

In this world, he is Cyborg J, born as a replacement for the late lover of the Confederate marshal's son, who doesn't even have his own name.

After the death of his lover, the young master Albert couldn't bear the pain of losing his lover, so he customized an artificial human from the research institute. The numerical values ​​are very close.

Albert originally thought that having a customized lover would ease his longing for his lover a little.However, the cyborgs are completely blank in terms of emotions. No matter how similar they are in appearance and physical figures, it is impossible for J to have exactly the same preferences and temperament as Albert's late lover Aaron.No matter how perfect the replica is, it is ultimately different from the original.

As a matter of course, Albert regarded J as a poor imitation. However, this replica was produced at his request and cost countless manpower and material resources. What can he say?He couldn't even abandon J openly.

On the one hand, Albert is eager to see J's face, and to find the shadow of Aaron from J's body. On the other hand, he can't tolerate J's dullness more and more. An element that doesn't resemble Aaron, Albert's distaste for J grows with each passing day.In his opinion, the existence of J is a blasphemy against Aaron.Therefore, J's life in the Marshal's Mansion was not easy.

As a copy of Aaron, J has extremely high combat ability and strategic talent-after all, he has J's genes, and to a large extent, he has indeed inherited J's potential.But it was of no use. Aaron was only as successful as he was a failure.He was created because of Albert's needs, and in the end, it was discovered that he was not needed.Morrie, the housekeeper of the Marshal's Mansion, hated him very much, because every time he saw J, his young master would feel very bad.As a loyal housekeeper, Morrie naturally hated J, and once wanted to secretly send him to an underground trading place without telling the people of the Marshal's Mansion.Anyway, it's just a man-made human. Since it will bother the young master, let him disappear quietly. Although this sounds illegal, what is it to the Marshal's Mansion?

Albert rejected Murray's offer.Although he doesn't like J, he takes him with him wherever he goes. J is like a loyal servant, following behind him, waiting to serve him at any time.

When J fails to complete Albert's instructions, he will be severely punished; when he completes Albert's instructions, he will still not get a good face, because Albert will think, "This is not what Aaron will do at all." Doing things", in this way, Albert will only be more picky and disgusted with J.Whatever J does is wrong in his eyes.

For these accusations and complaints, J can't say anything at all, and he can't do anything.He was born because of Albert's wish, and before being sent over, he was implanted with the instruction of 'Albert is the most important' in his mind.In a way, Albert was bigger than himself.

Therefore, no matter how bad Albert's attitude towards him was, it would not affect his loyalty to Albert.It's just that, occasionally, I still feel sad—the people who should need him the most now hate him the most, and J was also confused about the meaning of his existence in this world.Of course, cyborgs are not an emotional group after all, they will only be confused by these in extremely occasional times, most of the time, he is directed around by Albert, and he has no mind to think about these at all.

Not long ago, Albert was assassinated by an anti-government organization on the street. At that time, almost all the bodyguards around him were sent away. It was J who tried his best to rescue him, and J's body suffered serious injuries as a result. damage.One narrowly missed the heart, one went into his right thigh, and another went into his stomach.

Although he is an artificial human, J's physical function is only slightly higher than that of normal people, which is not enough to keep him away from injury and death.When he was brought back, he was almost in a state of shock.Perhaps it was the appearance of him being seriously injured and dying that evoked Albert's most horrifying memory. He used his privileges to send J to the top operating room in the entire federation. After the operation, he was placed in a special place to recuperate quietly. .This is the reason why Cyril found herself sitting in a coffin as soon as she woke up after becoming J.

Maybe it's not a coffin, but some kind of special healing device, Cyril thought.He didn't know why he got such a complete plot when he first stepped into this world. After all, he hadn't "enjoyed" this kind of treatment for a long time.He had a hunch that this world might be a special world.

Anyway, right now, he has to get out of here first.As beautiful as it is, Cyril doesn't like the claustrophobic surroundings at all - it makes him feel like a lifeless, dead thing.

When the door was opened, the long-lost sunlight shone in, dispelling the surrounding haze.

A tall man was standing at the door, lost in some kind of contemplation. When he heard the sound, he raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Cyril.The moment his eyes touched Xi Ruier, there was a very complicated emotion in his eyes: "You are awake."

"Do you want me to continue to sleep and never wake up?" Cyril asked without answering, he had already seen who the man in front of him was.For a man who regards him as a tool, he will only use the other party as a tool, more precisely, it is some kind of symbol, an existence that must be dealt with, not a living person.

Hearing Cyril's words, Albert's pupils shrank suddenly.Cyril knew that his words reminded Albert of his lover who died young.He didn't think there was anything wrong with this, there was no reason why he and the deity were suffering, but the culprit was able to grieve as if nothing had happened, be his love saint, and turn a blind eye to his pain.Even if he is a customized artificial human, he is not obliged to do this.

What's more, during the period of the deity's healing, he was kept alone in that kind of place, but medical staff would come to check up on the deity on a regular basis-this alone was enough to make Cyril hate Abel special.

Previously, the deity saved Albert's life desperately, even if the deity should thank Albert for giving him life, now, all of this has been paid off.He will not work hard in front of this young master like the deity, and take whatever he asks for.

"What are you talking about? Say it again!" Albert's face darkened suddenly, probably because he had never seen an artificial human being so rude.

Cyril calmly looked directly at the angry Albert, with a hint of teasing in the corner of his mouth: "Not long ago, your wish almost came true. You stay here, is it true?" Want to witness that scene? Unfortunately, I'm still awake, and I can't be like the person in your heart... After all, I'm a 'poor imitation'."

The last sentence he said was meaningful, and Albert was so angry that he almost stretched out his arm to slap him in the face—if Cyril dared to say such things in front of him before, he would have done so long ago!However, looking at the face in front of him, not long ago, this person was still asleep, as if he was going to be like Aaron, and he would never wake up again, leaving him alone... Thinking about it, Albert gripped The palm of the hand was tightened, and the arm seemed to be tied to a jackhammer, and it could no longer be swung.

"Don't try to provoke me, it won't do you any good!" Albert pursed his lips tightly, the line of his jaw stiffened by his patience.

Cyril didn't say anything more, looking at the patience of the man in front of him, for some reason, a kind of faint joy rose in his heart, which made a thought appear in his mind: maybe the original owner has also been patient with this big man. The young master has been around for a long time, he just doesn't know how to resist, how to refuse the unfair treatment he has suffered - no one has ever told him that he has such power.

Unfortunately, that person is gone after all.For some reason, a feeling of loss surged up in Cyril's heart, which was never before for him—in the past few worlds, no matter how unequal the original owner suffered, he at least By being a cold-eyed bystander, he might seek justice for the original owner and reject things that should not have been borne by him for the original owner, but he felt that he would not empathize with the original owner's experience.

Xi Ruier thought, maybe this is because he is an artificial human like the deity, so he can understand the deity's mood especially.

Even if he hasn't stayed in his world for too long, he still knows that artificial humans like him will not have a high social status, even if they are regarded as the country's precious property, but they are just "property" "That's all.No matter how precious things can be measured by dead things, they are limited.

If at that time, he was not sent to other planes to perform tasks, but stayed in his original world, what would he encounter?Cyril didn't know, but he thought that the picture shouldn't be too beautiful.

Suddenly, Xi Ruier lost interest in everything in front of him, and his interest faded.Even if he stabbed the young master's heart fiercely, wherever it hurts, what's the use?It doesn't get him high, or anything more.

Cyril, who was distracted, realized in the next second that his eyes were dark, and a hand was gently covering his eyes, trembling: "Don't show such an expression." The male voice begged in a low voice: "Don't make that look, please."

There was a hint of pain and vulnerability in his voice.

Xi Ruier thought, maybe it was his expression just now that reminded him of his former lover.After all, it was only in matters related to that person that this arrogant and willful young master would lose his composure like this.

However, he really couldn't figure it out, if the young master had true love for his deceased lover, why would he use his lover's genes to create a substitute that looked exactly like that person?Since it can be replaced, it shows that his lover is not unique in his heart.

And the original owner who was created for such a ridiculous reason is really pathetic.However, who made this a society for the powerful?Although theoretically, the precious resources of artificial humans should not be wasted because of this kind of thing, but the powerful class always has some privileges.

After that, the Eldest Young Master spoke to Xi Ruier with an unusually gentle tone, as if Xi Ruier was a treasure held in his palm.

Cyril didn't feel anything about it.If he hadn't 'saw' the memory that belonged to the deity, maybe he would still believe all of this, but now, to him, these are all false warmth.Albert created an illusion in front of himself, because of this illusion, Albert was extremely tolerant towards Cyril, but once the illusion of tenderness was torn away, all that remained was cruelty. , Cyril has already realized it from the memory of the deity.

Under the operation of the young master, a small aircraft quickly landed in front of the two of them. The moment the hatch opened, the young master carefully supported Xi Ruier: "You are just right, walk slowly."

"You don't need to be like this." Cyril lowered her eyelashes to hide the sarcasm in her eyes: "You don't need to be so careful, after all, I'm just your follower, a bodyguard, and I will be yours when necessary Meat shield. This angle is not convenient for me to protect you. If an assassin rushes out now, I can't block the knife and gun for you."

"No, stop it!" The young master Albert's face suddenly covered Xi Ruier's mouth with force, as if he was going to suffocate Xi Ruier to death: "I told you to stop!" He Like an enraged lion, it burst out with all its viciousness.But when he saw the face in front of him, he quickly withdrew his hand: "I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you..."

Xi Ruier guessed that the young master's original lover might have blocked bullets or knives for him and died, otherwise, he would not have such a strong reaction to this matter, and his performance was even a little nervous.The young master couldn't take it anymore when Xi Ruier just mentioned this matter.

Such a seemingly strong person, but actually has a lot of weaknesses in his heart, why should he act like a master and dominate the fate of others?

Although Cyril's every verbal attack has had unexpected results so far, he lacks interest in it.

Yes, it made him feel good to see Eldest Albert deflated. However, getting along with such a person who seems to have a problem with his brain circuit is really tiring. Cyril said that he didn't want to do it at all. up.If it wasn't for him not knowing anything about the main line of the story, and currently having no other place to go besides the young master, maybe he would have patted his ass and left long ago.

Along the way, Young Master Albert didn't say a word to Xi Ruier, maybe because he was displeased to see his gaffe.Cyril has completely adapted to his volatile personality, he has no interest in treating the young master's obviously problematic brain, so he kept silent.

After a while, Eldest Albert said, "Don't you have anything you want to tell me?"

Cyril thought about it seriously and shook her head.He didn't know what Albert wanted him to say to him. In short, he felt that he had nothing to say to him.

When Albert's aircraft arrived at the Marshal's Mansion, the butler led some servants to stand at the door, respectfully welcoming the young master.When the butler's eyes fell on Xi Ruier who was following the young master's entrance, a look of obvious surprise appeared on his face.

Cyril guessed, maybe he thought he couldn't come back.Cyril was sure that this man didn't want to see himself.

In the Marshal's Mansion, Xi Ruier originally lived in the servant's room and shared the room with other servants in the Marshal's Mansion, but this time, as soon as he entered the door, he was dragged to his own room by the young master.As the heir to the Marshal's Mansion, the young master lived a very good life. He lived alone in an entire suite, including a bedroom, study, bathroom, gym and a living room.

"From now on, you will live here." Albert raised his chin at him: "No one will come in except for the cleaners, and you are the first person allowed to live in this room. "

With that condescending tone, Xi Ruier couldn't help but want to raise his fist and hit him in the face.The young master who co-authored thought that it was an honor for him to receive such a "privilege", and should he be grateful?

I'm sorry, although he is a man-made human, from the moment his "self" awakened, he was no longer just a vassal of the young master, and the highest satisfaction point was to please the young master.

Before Xi Ruier had time to express his objection, there was a sudden violent vibration outside the marshal's mansion.

Albert's face instantly became serious.As the residence of the most powerful family in the country, the defensive measures of the Marshal's Mansion are beyond doubt.Now, someone was able to shake the entire mansion, how bad is the situation?

In any case, as the heir to the Marshal's Mansion, it was impossible for Albert to hide in his room at such a time.

"Listen, you just stay here, don't go anywhere until I call you." Albert told Cyril succinctly.

Cyril didn't know if this person had completely put him under his wing.This person's attitude has never made him likable.If this person feels that letting him stay here is his protection, well, he doesn't need it.He has never had the habit of pinning his hopes on others.No matter how you look at it, once something happens here, he will be the first to be sacrificed.

The servants of the Marshal's Mansion knew his status in the mansion and never took him seriously.Even now, the young master has shown that he attaches great importance to him, but who knows how long this kind of attention will last?After all, the young master hated him so much before.

"The young master told you to stay in the room well, why are you running around!"

The guard at the door of Albert's room saw Cyril coming out of it, and rebuked dissatisfiedly: "People should have self-knowledge, shouldn't they? You can't help the master solve their problems, at least you should not add unnecessary trouble to them!"

Because Albert and the butler usually didn't pay much attention to J, the guards certainly couldn't be more polite to him.

Of course, other people in the marshal's mansion were also jealous of this lucky guy who was able to stay by his side even though he had been making the young master angry all the time.

Xi Ruier ignored him, relying on his original memory of the mansion, he walked towards the gate of the mansion.

"Hey, you—" the guard frowned, trying to stop Cyril, but unexpectedly, he dodged deftly.Seeing this, several other guards who were ordered to stay here gathered around one after another. Unexpectedly, within a very short period of time, they were all knocked down by Cyril. They didn't even have time to see how all this happened of.

When he arrived at the door, Cyril heard a very oppressive voice: "I'll say it again, hand him over!"

When he saw the face of the visitor, Xi Ruier's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, he had a premonition in his heart: This incident was probably caused by him.