Demon Star Pandora [Interstellar]

Several local residents carried Mitchell and Morris to White-haired Mitchell's current residence——

A small dwelling by the sea.

The residence is very comfortable, with all kinds of furnishings.

Morris and Serena were still asleep in the back room, while the puppet Morris made tea mechanically and fed it to the white-haired Mitchell.

Mitchell lay on the sofa and asked wearily, "What's going on here?"

"About 300 years ago, I, like you, landed here." White-haired Mitchell said, "I found death reminders from other teams, and found that I could only stay here temporarily, and then continue to explore.

But I've never seen so many death reminders that any attempt to find a way out is futile.

I can only live here and develop this place together with Morris and Serena.

Surprisingly, there are still survivors in this city. They seem to be people who were involved in this place just before the end of the world. Some people are very lucky and are still alive. After we opened up a safe area here, we attracted survivors Living in this place, I gradually adapted to the rules here, established this small block, and settled down to live here. "

"But the power of chaos here has a huge corrosion on us. Ordinary human beings have a short lifespan and cannot notice it. About 200 years ago, my hands and feet were corroded by the power of chaos and had to be cut off." White-haired Mitch Er moved his broken arm and said, "The corrosion of Morris and Serena is even worse, and Serena will leave us soon.

Morris also knew that his life was not long. Before he died, in order to allow me to live without hands and feet, he made himself an incorruptible puppet and only obeyed my words.

Now it looks like he is a human being, but in fact all the internal organs are not human beings, but cold machines. "

The white-haired Mitchell smiled wryly: "Before you, I have greeted countless you, and they were unwilling to end up like me and chose to explore, but they all died around them in the end.

Although the puppet Morris takes care of me, I still cannot avoid continuing to weaken. Morris will use the collected dead Mitchell bodies to replace my organs after a period of time. Even so, it will only slightly prolong my life. time only.

Now even if I have changed my body, it is useless. Hundreds of years of erosion by the power of chaos have made me about to die.Mitchell, if you choose to live, you will take my place.Or you could live here in peace for another 100 years. "

Speaking of which, the white-haired Mitchell signaled the puppet Morris to unbutton his shirt, and showed Mitchell his body that had been stitched countless times, as if the most broken rags were spliced ​​together.

"It turns out that after hundreds of years, I still haven't found the core." Mitchell said in despair.

"I can't... find it at all." The white-haired Mitchell said, "This is a place of despair. Mitchell, look at the beach outside the window."

Mitchell turned his head and looked out the window, only to see dense crosses erected on the beach outside the window.

"Every once in a while, I will ask Morris to repair the cemetery." The white-haired Mitchell said, "I can tell you that this place was also a dark area at first, and it was Mitchell and Morris who came here before. Gradually developed and built here."

"What?!" Mitchell's eyes widened.

"It has a history of thousands of years. The Mitchells who chose to stay have ushered in the end like me." The white-haired Mitchell said, "Due to the power of chaos, the houses and streets here will remain fixed. With a certain appearance, people's memories will also be cleared. They don't know that they have been living here for so many years, and they think that they have only lived here for a few generations.

Only I, in order to remember those Mitchells, erected a cross for them on the beach.Soon, my cross will be erected there.

If you choose to stay, I leave everything to you, and I have Morris put together a detailed guide on how to make a puppet, as well as your future life without limbs, which can make your life a little easier. "

"So desperate?" Mitchell sighed, "However, maybe this is also a reminder."

"What kind of reminder? Mitchell." The white-haired Mitchell asked.

"Waiting is a reminder." Mitchell said, "You, like me, flew across the sky just now. Have you seen the situation below? I saw that some areas are bright, not all of them are dark.

You said that the previous Mitchell came here to carry out construction and development here, thus lighting up the place. Then, is it possible that other Mitchells fell to other places and waited there for those illuminated areas? ?

One day, during the long wait, Mitchell and Morris will start to crack the twisted and mortal street trap brought by the power of chaos little by little, lighting up the dark city inch by inch.Like you said, this was originally a dark area, but now it is inhabitable because you used those death reminders to gain a foothold. "

"I said that to the last Mitchell before." The white-haired Mitchell laughed.

"Hahahaha... I thought I would be the last one." Mitchell suddenly laughed.

"I thought so too." White-haired Mitchell replied.

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A funeral was held for the gray-haired Mitchell in the town.

Although the puppet Morris has no self-will, after the white-haired Mitchell fell asleep, he cut off his functions and accompanied him to sleep forever.

Morris used a wheelchair to push Mitchell, who had not recovered from his injured leg, to the beach by the sea, and engraved the cross for the white-haired Mitchell.

In the middle of the densely packed cross stands a huge white cross. I don’t know which generation Mitchell started from. He thought that there were too many crosses, so he set up this big cross and carved a mark on the stone tablet under the cross to represent himself. lived here.

"It's already the [-]th Mitchell." Mitchell put a bouquet of flowers under the inscription.

Now, the dark city has been lit up.

It is the result of 90 years of hard work by countless Mitchells and Morriss scattered in other regions.

Even the buses coming from other areas are open.

The point of disagreement has begun to appear in the must-die ending.