The Dragon That Devours the World

Complete level fantasy creation.

The detailed terminology of this technology is very complicated. But in the eyes of the outside world, its name is called the [Universal Wish Machine].

Without any external energy, all dreams can be realized. Creating the world, distorting life and death, subverting the rules of physics, exporting reality... all kinds of unimaginable wishes can be realized.

The lower-level technology can be called reality distortion, which distorts reality in order to achieve goals; but the power of creation is complete, there is no reason to say, what you think is true.

Therefore, it is [Complete Level], meaning unlimited absolute fantasies.

It is precisely because of this that C-level technology is labeled as "a disaster with highly uncertain consequences" because even the Institute of Scientific Management does not know what will happen after an uncontrolled C-level technology emerges.

But fortunately, C-level technology is only C-level technology after all. Although young people who have been escaped by accidental thinking accidentally captured it from the sea of ​​immeasurable information, they have not had time to realize it after all. The young man was caught by the ■■■■■■ who constantly monitored the entire universe after Planck time after the flash of inspiration.

It is estimated that the young man himself did not understand why he was still emptying his brain for the last second, and then he was immediately imprisoned to the Science Management Institute in the next second.

Although it's quite miserable, the attitude of the Science Management Institute is to monitor and imprison people who have escaped from prison with such thinking inspiration.

Since he can break through the limits of thinking once, does anyone know that there will be no next time?

Just as the old people breathed a sigh of relief because of the successful containment of the C-level technology, a silent man said abruptly.

"From the frequency point of view, the number of times that the prison of thought has been breached is increasing."

...

The atmosphere became icy.

Everyone looked at each other, no one spoke.

"Although the frequency has increased, our defense is still very successful. In the past 7 years, there has not been a single incident of technology out of control."

Still a serious-faced man knocked on the table and said seriously.

However, the old man code-named F did not agree with the point of view of a serious man.

He sneered.

"Success? Precaution? Containment? Wake up, Q, do you really believe it?"

"140 years ago in the federal calendar, we did not have a mental jailbreak. In 142 years in the federal calendar, the first mental jailbreak that was not planned occurred. The H-class technology superlight engine was discovered 1,000 years earlier than planned."

"After that, every few years there will be a mental jailbreak, and a technology is accidentally discovered. 50 years ago, this number turned into 30 mental jailbreaks a year. 50 years later, what about now? "

F patted the table angrily.

"Wake up! Guys, don't be fooled by hiding in the sand castle. The prison of thought expires faster than we expected. We can't wait for the eight quadrillion years planned by the prototypes!"

"The prototypes said that we will usher in a full-scale explosion of technology in eight quadrillion years. Only then will we fall into euthanasia as planned."

"But how long is it now? It's only 300 years, and the first C-level technology has successfully escaped from prison. If this continues, will we wait for the death of Enron in eight quadrillion years?"

For some reason, F gritted his teeth, his eyes full of grief and anger.

"Everyone!"

F said loudly.

"The prototype lied to us! They are a group of scammers! We can no longer follow the prototype plan like this. We must save ourselves! I propose that we must now abandon the prototype plan and do it according to our own ideas."

F said impassionedly, there was passion in him that the old people didn't.

But in the face of F's remarks, the old people here are extremely indifferent. Some were surprised, some were regretful, but they didn't agree with them.

At the top of the round table, A still crossed his hands, silent on his handsome face.

Looking at F in front of him, looking at the silent people around him, the expectation in his eyes gradually dimmed.

After a while, A put his hands down, stood up, leaned forward, looked at F almost as if looking down, and spoke.

"F, I'll confirm it again, which means you want to blatantly resist the decision of the prototypes?"

A's indifferent voice rang throughout the conference room.

Listening to A's words, F raised his head, tried to straighten his body, and looked straight at A in front of him.

"Yes it is."

His voice is sonorous and powerful.

A didn't ask any more questions, just sat down slowly, then crossed his hands again and spoke.

"Then, now enter the voting process, please raise your hands if you agree to execute F."

With that, A raised his hand.

"A agrees to the complete execution of F..."

A's voice sounded.

It was as if a button had been pressed, and then, sparse voices sounded one by one, and one hand was raised.

"J agreed to execute F completely..."

"M agrees to complete execution of F..."

"U agree..."

F looked around, everyone raised their hands.

No matter how good the relationship with him is, at this moment, everyone has chosen to abandon their feelings and rely on rational choices.

25:1.

Everyone except F agreed to execute F.

Although F already knew the answer in his mind, he sat down tiredly and leaned on the seat.

F was silent for a while, then raised his hand.

"F... agreed to execute F completely."

26:0.

Passed unanimously.

...

After the complete execution, all the cause and effect about the subject will be erased, and it will never exist.

25 people looked at the vacant seats, and someone asked.

"Who was executed?"

An elegant and calm woman asked.

Looking at the empty seat, she knew that someone had been executed, but she didn't know who that person was, whether it was a male or a female, and for what reason.

All information about that person disappeared.

"From the number, it is F."

An old man replied.

"Then let the reserve staff take over."

One humane.

As he spoke, a smiling adult appeared in the light.

"Hello, veterans, it's nice to meet you..."

The polite man bowed slightly.

Seeing that the man was about to introduce himself, an elder casually raised his hand.

"Okay, hello new member, but you don't need to be polite, you will be one of us from now on. Your code name is F, no name is needed here.

Hearing this, the smiling young man nodded.

Then, a veteran flipped through the documents.

"However, there is not much to say next. The danger has been pinched in the cradle. The only problem is that there is another F-class alien event."

"A game company connects a different world and launches it as a virtual world. Although it has not seen any danger and is not a restricted event, the Federation still wants to ask our opinions after discovering it."

Several elders looked at the document and discussed in a low voice.

"A world with gods and monsters? It doesn't seem to have any influence."

"Should you send an exploratory army to level it?"

"It's just a non-taboo world, just as an amusement park for young people, why bother to go so far."

"This matter, let the Federation solve it by itself, just say that the Science and Technology Management Institute has no opinion..."

In just a few words, the fate of a different world was finalized.

Thus, the meeting ended, and the crowd left loosely.

When the young man was smiling and trying to leave, A stopped him.

"F, wait a minute."

Young man... No, it should be F now, F looked at A suspiciously.

The handsome A looked at F and nodded.

"Do you want to get acquainted with me about the Science Management Institute?"

...

Very long, as if in an endless corridor, F followed by A's side.

A's face is silent as always, but F is always smiling, as if he can continue to smile like this no matter where and when he is.

"F, how does it feel to come to the Science Management Institute."

A said.

His voice is low and majestic, with a certain inexplicable charm.

F thought for a while, then smiled.

"Hmm... it feels different from what I imagined. It's quite ordinary. I thought it should be serious and advanced, haha."

F smiled and groaned, looking very relaxed and happy.

But A was not infected by this happiness, but said indifferently.

"The Science Management Institute is a place where secrets are kept, most of which are all kinds of old things that are stored and kept. It is not a military powerhouse and naturally does not need to be so advanced.

After that, he fell into silence again.

The two were pacing, and slowly, A suddenly started talking to himself.

"F, you were also born 0 years before the federal calendar and experienced the world before the birth of the Federal Act. Those young people don’t understand, but we all know...All the old people know how many hard work and efforts this world has gone through. Reshape."

"We told the young people that after the death of the old man, we were there. It took the new man a hundred years to push the Milky Way, and another two hundred years to conquer the universe, as if we were the sons of destiny."

"But... there is no son of destiny."

A showed a sardonic smile, mocking the young man's innocence and also mocking himself.

"In this world, it only took us a hundred years to level the Milky Way. But after that, we had to face a dilemma. The monster was still there, waiting for us with eyes on it... ridiculous, prototypes Abandon us here, promise us 8 quadrillion years, but the result? Only three hundred years, three hundred years..."

A's voice is low, but there is a bit of unwillingness in his voice~www.readwn.com~ A long time ago, a race was born, and they tried very hard to survive, to survive under the hands of a monster.

After countless efforts, they were incredible success, and they defeated the monster.

As a result, they began to reshape the universe, removing all weird things, and finally, even escaped the story by some means.

Only left... leftovers.

Every old man has his own prototype, all of whom were gods in the past. Old people used to be them, but not them, just like a snake sloughs after a snake shed its skin.

In this nascent new universe, they may only live for two to three hundred years on the surface, but in fact, they all have tens of millions of years of memory.

This is the reason why the old man is an old man. Under the appearance that he looks the same as the young man, his heart is already withered.

The so-called federal bill is essentially a bill that separates the prototype from the deceased.

Before that bill, the new humans were gods, gods who had defeated monsters in an incredible way.

But after that bill, the new humans escaped the story with some means that the old people couldn't understand... This story is destined to be swallowed by monsters.

The archetypes who were gods have left, but the widows who were human beings are still there.

But even with a common memory, God is still God, and man is still man. Man can only try to live the last eight trillion years according to the big plan left by the gods.

This is the essential difference between the elderly and the young in the bill.

It may be only a second away, but the former is a person who has fallen from a **** seat; and the latter is just a pure mortal.

However, in just three hundred years, the big plan was shattered...

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