Reborn Star Singer

Chapter 25

Looking up at the sky, Alva knew that he was in a dream, but he didn't know where it was in his memory.There was never a sky like this in his memory.Because he has never been lying on the ground, looking at the sky of this world from a head-up perspective.

The sky was still so thin blue that even the mechanical cables above could be clearly seen.

Lying peacefully on the lawn, he could feel the blood flowing from the wound, but he just lay there looking at the sky.It was the first time that I looked at it without distraction, without any emotion.

Why no joy or sorrow, why don't you feel regret at all?This is Alva's question.A voice that was not his answered his question.

"Because, there is no nostalgia."

Alva listened to the dialogue in his heart or in his memory, and his mood was complicated and indescribable.

This is, the real Alvamarco's memory, another one of his.

He is looking at the world he once lived in from the perspective of Alva Marcos.A cold voice in his mind calmly narrated everything in the past while he saw the world.The scene around him was changing, and Alva looked at the garden he was in through his memory, the warm garden full of lilies, the pure white gazebo, and a woman in casual clothes sitting inside and looking at him.

That's... Mom?

Holding the ball, he only glanced at her, then turned and left.Don't want to stay there.I don't want to be looked at like that.

Why?Alva asked.The voice just talked to itself.Talking like a walking dead, Alva wondered if he was just talking to a memory.

The scene in front of him flew by, and materials were continuously sent to him, and they were taken away after he perfected them, leaving him nothing.

Yes, nothing was left for him.

Genius, acclaimed genius.This title is more like a curse than an honor.

When I was a child, when I was happy to show the model I designed to my mother, she would smile, gently touch my head, and say, well done.

However, that smile was not a happy one. When I was a child, I just thought it was weird and didn't pay much attention to it.

But life is like this. Once some things are noticed, it is impossible to ignore them. Maybe, if you don’t find out, you can deceive yourself and others to be happy, but you can’t.

A genius is good at understanding the mysteries of science, and he can clearly see the subtleties of the human heart.

Alva listened to another of his memories, and suddenly found himself approaching a secret.

Yes, a secret.A secret that defies nature and the laws of heaven.The voice spoke calmly.

Existence that should not have existed, but was created.

When my parents looked at me, they always smiled with a bit of bitterness after happiness.Occasionally when I look back when I am having fun, I will find that they are looking at me with nostalgic and apologetic eyes.Sometimes, holding the ball, I can't help asking,

Who are you looking at through me?

Incomprehension, curiosity, and even faint resentment, so I decided to reveal this secret by myself.

Alpharet Marcos, the former leader of the Copai, the best friend of Caspar Barut, and the...cousin of Audrey Barudo.

A genius among geniuses, the person who pioneered the method of extracting information on gene sequences.A genius madman.

A man who should have died but was still alive.

What the hell did you do to me? !It feels stupid to ask such a question, because you already know the answer.

Alva Marcos is Alpharet Marcos.

So everything is clear.

But things didn't get easier as the truth came to light.

The smiles of the family members became more and more unbearable. Every compliment seemed to be talking to another person. Every time I love you, I wondered if I was expressing love to that person. Even the lilies in front of me It's glaring to look at, and even more disgusting to smell.Because that's all Alpharet's favorite thing.

I am me and not me.Who am I then?

If I was the only one with my parents, maybe I could go on deceiving myself that I was Alva and no one else.

However, there is also a Gran Barudo at home.His father would scold him severely when he made a mistake, but he would turn around and smile at Gran's hard work.That's how his mother looked at him.

That is completely different from the attitude towards me.

The longer I stayed with those three people, the more I felt redundant.

I'm like a living memory, a ghost, or an afterimage.

In science, there is no creature with only consciousness but no body.

Rebirth beyond birth and death is not permitted.

I am not allowed to exist.

Later, I was probably afraid that I would discover the truth, so I was not allowed to approach various researches.

But it's too late

not like this!Alva looked at Caspar Barudo's gentle smile towards Gran in his memory and wanted to deny it loudly, but he couldn't make a sound.

So I leave.After leaving the Central Committee, I came to the Scholar, and what I discovered was that person's talent that kept me alive.I'm a biomaterials genius.

Standing in San Bruno's principal's office, holding the old material of God's Shield given by Bruno, looking at the signature at the bottom of the page, A·

Alpharet Marcos, like a nightmare.

"You like biology, don't you?" Bruno asked me.I just find it funny, who knows?Maybe it's just instinct.

"Do you know why scientists like to create?" Bruno asked me again, how do I know.He smiled and said, "Because I want to prove myself to the world, by creating an object to announce to the world that I once existed, and make myself a marker of history."

It sounds really tempting.Prove yourself to the world through your own achievements, and leave behind the drama of your own existence?Seems worth a try.

But even this was taken away.For some reason god'sshield didn't have Alva Marcos' name on it, not even Alva Marcos.

There is only one abbreviation on the list of designers of the GS proposal, A·

It's A·M again, I don't want to live in the shadow of the past.

The floating clouds in the sky are misty and far away, and it seems just right to lie here, without any obstructions from buildings.It was clean, spotless, and even looked calm.

Alva found that the perspective returned to the scene he saw first, he was dying.

In fact, I would have died then.The moment I knew the truth, I died.

My genius is not mine.My results are not mine.My loved ones are not mine either.What is the meaning of such a life.

My life has never been real.

It's like an ugly jigsaw puzzle of bits and pieces, memories that don't belong to me, tattered, messy.

Everyone hopes to have an afterlife.

However, if there really is an afterlife, if there is really an afterlife, Alva listened to the other self muttering every single word in a low voice.

If there is an afterlife, it must be God's most severe punishment for those who disobey life and death.

Alva listened to the confession of his other self in silence, and the pain was so heavy that words could no longer comfort him.

If you want this body, give it to you.Another Alva said suddenly.

"You are not a memory!" Alva was surprised.

"Memory, or body consciousness, is just a title, does it make sense?"

"You are not dead!"

"Does it make sense?" Another Alva asked without any waves. "Is there any difference between living like this and dying? Either way is fine. You can take advantage of this fusion and become body consciousness."

"Why do you want to give up? You've worked so hard, you've obviously been so unwilling, why don't you live! Look on! If you die, you'll have nothing!" Alva shouted at the other him, although he couldn't see where he was, but Know he can hear.

Alva couldn't understand such giving up. He obviously had a dream and wanted to prove himself to the world, so he just gave up like this. If so, let him give up.

"Even if there is only memory and no entity or shared entity, we have really existed! If you say that, then I should not exist!" He also should not exist, so he cannot deny the existence of another him.

"You will be sad, you will be sad, you have worked hard, your achievements have protected many people, this is proof! You are alive! Not just a memory, nor a ghost!"

"Don't be self-righteous there." The voice in the memory became a little cold. "And what do you know?"

Standing in his memory looking for the lonely figure holding the ball, Alva was a little anxious, the ground under his feet began to blur, but he insisted on shouting.

"I'm not self-righteous, because like you, I was afraid and confused for my own existence, but I chose to survive. Up to now, I also feel that my choice is right. I live happily every day, so that That's enough, why don't you stick with me?!"

"No one will recognize me," said the voice dryly.

"If no one recognizes you, I will recognize you! You have to recognize yourself! You don't need others to make irresponsible remarks about your own life!"

"It is also a memory-like existence. I will regret that many things have not been done in time in the end of the day. Don't you have any regrets? I want to play the song again, and I want to say a few words to the people I care about. People are just Should I be so dissatisfied? After I got it, I wanted more. I also wanted more after I came to this world. I still want my family, I still want friends, I still want to be accepted. How can anyone be easily satisfied?! "Alva desperately yelled towards the sky that had begun to blur, and kept talking, for fear that the other party would disappear by accident. "

After an anxious long while, the other one smiled and said

"You are such an interesting person. If this is the case, it would be fine to snatch the body away. If the two consciousnesses coexist, you may not be able to survive."

"...How will you know if you don't try it, just, just treat it as if I borrowed your body and owe you for so long!" Alva said firmly after hesitating.

"You will regret it." The other he narrated such a result without hesitation.

"If you fail, you will indeed regret it." Alva admitted, "But, I know that if I don't do it, I will regret it even more."

"Then as you said, let's give it a try, but we might die." Finally, the other man stood side by side with Alva on the edge of an artificial wheat field. He turned his head and looked at Alva Said, "Actually, I have always wanted to see the fields, the real ones, not the wheat fields cultivated with culture fluid without soil, and I want to smell the fragrance of the land in the air."

Alvar took the other hand, looked at the wheat field with wind and waves, closed his eyes and said firmly, "We can definitely see it, let's go together."

The world really melted into one piece in consciousness, regardless of each other.

In the cubicle backstage, people in the room heard Alva tell a shocking secret in two different tones with the same voice.Fulla was so startled that she even forgot to step forward and snatch the knife from Gwenbury's hand.Gwenbury's hands that were holding Alva were trembling, and the knife was almost unsteady and fell on him.

Standing at the door holding the doorknob, Gran, who was about to take Alva to see his father, froze in place. Then he was the first to react, pushed the door open, and shot the mirror on the wall.

Dodging to dodge the shards of the mirror, Gwynbury almost lost Alva.

"Let go of my brother." Grann ordered with guns in both hands, pointing at Fulla and Gwenbury respectively.

The author has something to say: YO0000~ Finally the tossing is over, teenagers don't fit carelessly.

Brother, come grab a kiss!If you win, you will live together, if you lose, you will live in two places, falling in love and killing each other, wow.

Regarding the setting of this article, Kepai has developed the technology of spying on the parallel world through the collection of genes across time and space. The corpse of the unlucky music student was obtained by Kepai, and the genes were extracted and then tested.Therefore, it is not only Alva who is reborn, but due to the instability of time and space and a lot of scientific principles, we will not go to Baidu Encyclopedia. , but related experiments have not stopped.

After here, we went to the base on the surface of Mercury to watch the two brothers spend their honeymoon together, ah no, it was training.

Cosmic practice, ask for support