Villain Organization Fishing Rules [Quick Transmigration]

Alberg's astonishment only lasted three seconds, and then he calmed down again.

"I know myself," he stared at Zhoumu himself. After "Albert" refused to join the Godkiller project, all the scientists showed expressions of disbelief, even with anger, "I will not reject myself before research project, unless... I already have a better option."

A brand new project.

"Albert" was unwilling to join the Godkiller Gun research team, and it was impossible for Dean Brunolu and Chief Ernest to force him.

Cows cannot be forced to drink water, nor can scientists be forced to study.If they are unwilling, they have plenty of ways to paddle.

Dean Bruno supported his weak body and arranged everything properly.

"Whether the interstellar civilization can continue or not depends on your choices and abilities now." The old man coughed again, his cheeks flushed, as if he could cough out his lungs.

This kind of disease is not a big deal in normal times. The imperial medical system is so advanced that it is not a problem even if it is replaced with a mechanical lung.

But at this moment, any resources must be used for the continuation of the race. A sinful old man like him should have been prepared to face death and leave the future and hope to the young children.

After the meeting of the Supreme Academy of Sciences, "Albert" didn't stay for a long time, he was the first to get up and go out, and put his hand on Leon's shoulder, implying that he would follow and leave.

According to theory, the capacity of a memory fragment is only these, but obviously there is a follow-up to this story.

No wonder the fragment is half the height of a person.

"Albert" brought Leon back to the biology group. The atmosphere here was equally stiff, and many people were just doing what they were doing mechanically, with indescribable numbness and despair on their faces.

They didn't even say hello to their chief, and of course, "Albert" didn't care.

His expression was calm and calm, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, as if the destruction of the world did not originate from him.He continued to walk forward and brought Leon into his office, where there were still two people waiting.

Skye Road and Clive.

My lips squirmed, so good they were alive.

But there is a question that I wanted to ask before: I am the recorder of the memory fragments, to be precise, it is me in Zhoumu.

And we see now that there is no trace of that "Sanin", but the whole process is dominated by "Albert".

This unscientific!How can the energy particle of double thinking peel off the memory of others?

We glanced at each other, and our eyes fell on the young male assistant following Albert.In the scene just now, he was also there all the time, right next to the chief creature, with an ordinary appearance, a type that could not be found in the crowd, and he didn't speak much.

Could it be that……

"Are you so courageous?" I couldn't help asking.

Albert smiled and asked, "You're also quite courageous."

Leon in the memory fragments also found this weird assistant. He looked at "Albert" suspiciously, not understanding why the other party called the three of them.

Since the New Year's Day disaster, they were rescued by the Supreme Academy of Sciences, and they managed to save their lives. Because of the secrecy of the existence of evil gods, they were always trapped in Rivendell, cooperating with scientists' experiments... until the end of the empire came.

"Albert" was still calm and composed. His slender knuckles were rubbing against the desktop, and he suddenly opened his mouth, causing the artificial intelligence to block the office.

Clive, with a serious expression, immediately became alert.

"Albert" chuckled and said, "I developed the Godkiller Gun project, and only I know best that it cannot kill subspace energy bodies. At most, they can be forcibly trapped in a certain space through the law of causality."

"At the expense of all mankind, to buy time for those children to survive and develop, this deal seems to be a good deal."

"But the question is, when all the adults are dead, how far can the group of children rely on themselves? Civilization is destroyed in an instant, but there are too many uncertainties in rebuilding it."

It's like pushing the timeline to the age of apes and letting primitive humans go through the evolutionary path again. It may not be possible for them to develop advanced civilization again.

Evolution is a random choice.

Skyelu interrupted coldly: "So, Chief Huntington, what are you trying to say when you lock us up here?"

The chief scientist, who looked as calm as water, suddenly showed a crazy expression when he heard this.

My back suddenly felt cold. Albert was always in this state every time he wanted to make some big news!

"The subspace energy body masters various rules of the universe," Albert's knuckles lightly slid across the metal tabletop, "My research on them has brought a devastating blow to the empire. But obviously, the research is never in vain, I also know them better than any human being."

"The theory of the God Killer Gun is to collect all human thought energy particles, and use this huge power to create a causal weapon. And the things in the subspace also have thought energy particles, or, let me use an easy-to-understand method, they Each has some sort of authority."

"And my research can analyze, steal and use their authority, even if it is just a trace, it is enough to do a lot of things."

What did I say?This guy is really going to make trouble, right?

Clive said in a deep voice, "What kind of authority did you steal?"

"Albert" tilted his head slightly, as if recalling something, and finally said softly, "Reincarnation."

"Or, in more scientific language, a reboot."

Reincarnation authority?I, who was listening, immediately opened my eyes wide, thinking of that strange evil god. He once restarted the time on the Yesterday, but this was only a small-scale backtracking, and the timeline in other places was not affected.

Can the other party really go back to the timeline of the entire universe?Is the energy Albert has stolen enough?

As expected of my little friend, Clive immediately asked the same question.

"Of course it can't, but the trace of authority we stole is like an intrusion program. With the program, you just need to activate its energy," Albert continued, "That's why I found you."

He looked at the ordinary little assistant standing at the door, and said with a mocking smile: "Now there is no empire that can provide this level of energy, only that one, you know what I'm talking about, Sanin."

The little assistant held down his forehead, and slowly brushed it across his cheeks from top to bottom, revealing a familiar face.

"Sanin!" "How dare you!" The three cadets who had suffered a lot rushed over with the momentum as if they were about to kill someone. I closed my eyes in horror.

Sure enough, so this memory fragment is still mine, it's just that "I" has been disguised.

"I" avoided the attack dexterously, controlled the three of them with psionic power, and smiled wryly: "Chief Huntington, didn't you say to explain it to me first?"

"Albert" shrugged, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

"I":……

The roommates were full of hatred and couldn't listen to the traitor's explanation at all. Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Alberg gently clapped his hands and said coldly: "Do you want to kill him directly, or do you want to save our civilization? "

It was like a basin of ice water was poured from the top of their heads, cooling everyone's hearts.

When civilizations survive and die, nothing matters, all hatreds can be forgotten, and all former enemies can be united.

The reality is so cruel and rational.

"Garuda can provide the energy to restart the timeline."

"She should be able to, but the price is her own death."

"She will agree, or the subspace energy will kill you. Destroy the interstellar world, and destroy all hope of your civilization's recovery."

"..."

"If she agrees, we can use the same technology to send you to other parallel worlds, and maybe find other suitable colonies."

"Even if you restart the timeline, it's just starting over again," Zhou Mu Sanin said calmly, "The restart time is too short, our personalities will not change, and the decisions we make will not change. You will still release the evil god, and I will still It will be controlled by the dark side of the universe."

"If the evil god is awakened, destruction is still an inevitable outcome." Sanin sighed.

"That's why I asked your roommates to participate," said Zhoumu Albert with his hands folded in front of his lips. "Even if you sacrifice all the adults in the interstellar, you can't forge a real god-killing gun. Human thinking particles, after all, are still Too weak."

"Use your civilization's traversal technology, with the help of the energy wave when the god-killing gun and the subspace energy body collide with each other, tear the space, and send the four of you to different parallel worlds."

"You can gather enough power there, and when you come back and forge this weapon again, it will be able to truly kill those so-called gods."

Hearing this unconstrained idea, not to mention what the few people present think, anyway, I have already started to applaud Alberg in a strange way:

"Very good, this idea sounds crazy, as long as there is a mistake, it will all be over, as expected of you!"

Albert pondered for a moment, then nodded, and said, "That's reasonable."

...reasonable ass!

Obviously, it’s not just me who wants to scold people. Zhou Mu Sanin raised his eyebrows and raised his voice an octave: "What are you kidding? Plunder the energy of other parallel worlds to create a god-killing gun, and then restart the timeline to protect the interstellar world." Empire, what is the difference between you and Garuda?"

Do those unlucky parallel worlds deserve to be robbed of all their energy and perish?

"Albert" hadn't spoken yet, but Clive sneered and said, "Isn't that what you did? What's the use of pretending to be hypocritical and kind now? Apart from being stimulated by the research of the Academy of Sciences, the recovery of the evil gods also has to thank the dark side of the universe." fueled the flames?"

Zhou Mu Sanin was stunned speechless.

"This is what you owe us, Sanin," Leon said calmly, his eyes were no longer as clear as they used to be, but concealed a deep and crazy distortion, "Don't forget your oath."

To be honest, I don't think it's okay to travel to parallel worlds with their extreme mental state.

But obviously the opinions of bystanders don't count, and Zhoumu Sanin is also remorseful because of guilt, so he can't refute his roommate at all.

"Okay," Zhoumu Sanin closed his eyes in pain, "I'll contact Garuda."

The fourth memory fragment is finally played here, and we return to the galaxy-like memory corridor again, looking at the fragments passing by like meteors, and no one makes a sound for a long time.

In fact, the story has progressed to this point, and it is already very clear, and the rest can be guessed even if you guess——

On the timeline of the first week, both Albert and Garuda were driven to a desperate situation by the evil god's recovery, so they decided to cooperate.

Garuda burned his own life to provide energy for restarting the world line.

Albert selected four military cadets and asked them to go to the parallel world to plunder energy.

At the same time, Ernest chiefly launched the God Killing Gun project to sacrifice the souls of all interstellar humans, but found that the evil gods could not be eliminated, and could only be trapped in a certain space.

When the conflict broke out between the two sides, no one or the gods thought that Albert would still ambush him.

Energy blasts tear through space and send us to other worlds.

How long has passed since then?Ten years, 50 years, 100 years, 500 years?

Until I returned to the interstellar world again and reopened the second week.

I bowed my head silently, subconsciously stroked my wrist, there was no trace on my fair skin.

Clive, have they collected enough energy?Have I crossed over again?Have I seen them in other worlds?Why do I lose the memory of a week when I come back?Has the established event been changed?Can we now build a real Godslayer?

When one question is answered, more questions emerge.

I looked at Albert and was about to say something when he shook his head and pointed to a "firefly" not far away.

……

If he hadn't pointed it out, I wouldn't have noticed that it was also a fragment, not even as big as a small fingernail.

I sighed and stretched out my right hand, letting it land on my fingertips like a butterfly.

No picture.

It's too small.

A familiar whisper came from my ear, it was my own voice, gentle and firm.

"Don't trust Garuda, she still had her own plan at the end to erase my memory, so that now she can't even leave a complete will."

Zhoumu Sanin said softly, "Other than that, I have nothing to say."

"I made a lot of mistakes, but even if I lost my memory, I wouldn't fall twice in the same place."

"I will no longer help anyone and plunder the vitality of any world."

"Also, save Clive and the others."

"I wish you all the best, my dear self."