Chapter 63:

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He never felt that it meant anything to live.
However, since I am still alive, I will continue to live.
The instinct of living things is nothing more.
The first memory was when he was very young, when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a man in a white coat looking at him.
He was surrounded by instruments, various data constantly flashed on the light curtain next to him, and the man was typing on the keyboard while watching him as if recording something.
Still ignorant, he watched the man busy, not knowing what he was doing.
He watched the man yell to the side after being busy for a while.
The man said, "This is fine, take it away."
At that time, he didn't understand anything.
Later he learned that the man was saying 'it', not 'he'.
Someone took him young and took him to a huge hall. There were many children as old as him, and some older children.
He was given a suit, and the skin of his wrist was melted into a metal frame engraved with a code.
Like all children, that code is his name.
At that time, whether it was memory or feelings, it was blank for him. Whatever those people teach, he does.
Countless metal compartments are only one meter wide and two meters high, and that is his room. He later guessed that, according to his size, he was about four or five years old.
He lived in this metal compartment with nothing but a cold metal floor for more than ten years.
Like all other children, he follows a strict schedule, starting from the early morning for six hours of extreme physical training, taking nutrients, followed by five hours of continuous learning of various knowledge, and then counting Hours of extreme physical training, so repeated and repeated, increasing the intensity of training every day.
High-intensity physical training has made many children's bodies become disabled due to their inability to bear. Those children were taken away and never appeared again.
High-intensity knowledge instillation will never wait, and children who can not keep up with the pace of schoolwork will also be taken away and lost track.
No one asked why.
Because from memory, they were arranged to do so.
Those children who can't do it and are abolished, never show up again.
Later, the remaining children grew up, and their training was not only limited to physical fitness, but also began to add various skills such as firearms, cold swords ... and the most painful mental training.
Repeatedly forcibly increasing the terrible intensity of mental pressure, many children could not bear it, and their mental collapse became lunatic.
But he survived the inhuman training again and again, the limits he could bear, and he survived.
He didn't know why he wanted to live, he never felt that it meant anything to live.
He just didn't want to disappear into this world silently like everyone else, so he gritted his teeth and survived the never-ending hell-like cruel training.
Although eating and sleeping together, and training together for more than ten years, all children are extremely strange to each other.
Unless necessary, no one will say a word to others. Because no one knows whether the people around him will disappear before the next day, even if they know it, it is meaningless.
One day he read a book through the information light curtain, which said that if you smile at others, then others will return what you need.
He never knew what he needed. If he did, would he know what he needed?
At that time, he didn't know what he was thinking, and spent precious time to carefully check what is called 'smile'.
Later, he tried it in the mirror, and he felt ugly.
Later, I didn't know what it was. Before returning to the room one night, he turned his head and tried to show the "smile" he thought to the person next door.
At that time, the people next to him looked at him with indifferent eyes and expressionless expressions, as if they looked at him as usual, as if he looked at others.
fake.
At that time, he thought.
The book he saw taught him was fake.
Since then, he has never wasted his precious time looking at things that have nothing to do with improving combat effectiveness.
As he grew up, there were fewer and fewer people around him, and the original metal compartments were empty one by one.
One night when he returned to his narrow room, he suddenly found that the rows of dozens of compartments were empty. In the empty corridor, only his footsteps were echoing.
With the increase of age, the common teaching and training have ceased, and everyone begins to choose the direction of their own learning and training with their own will, and they grow in different directions.
And the children who can reach this stage-no-these young adults who have survived that hellish years, living to this day, each of them has a powerful and terrible physique, and, Extremely excellent in some way.
Any one of them is an elite who can hardly produce one among tens of thousands of people.
For those who have strangled many children, such methods as extreme training, high-intensity learning, and mental training, which have changed the smell of ordinary people, are already an understatement.
He used to think this was the end.
He used to be confused because he didn't know what he was going to do with this power because of the powerful power.
But then he knew that this was just the beginning.
They were exiled into the forest-this was not the first time. From a very young age, they were thrown into the forest full of beasts again and again.
Without food, without weapons, everything is up to them.
From the tenth day of the beginning to the year after that, if it did not survive this period of time, it would become a carrion in the soil.
The rest of them have long been used to living in the forest on their own.
It has been more than five years since the last time they were asked to enter the forest. He didn't expect it, but it was only five years, and the once-familiar forest was beyond recognition.
When he watched another person bitten by the sharp red fangs on the tongue of that huge red flower, his bones disappeared, he already recognized it as something cultivated in the institute.
Over the course of more than ten years, those people have cultivated countless terrible monsters, all of them on this planet that they have become a 'trial field'.
Those monsters were nurtured by those people, and they like to bite the flesh most.
They were thrown into the 'trial field' and became the prey of those monsters.
If you don't want to be swallowed by monsters, you can only kill those monsters.
If they can reach the required time, even if they are dying, they can be found by those people and dragged back to that metal city.
When your body is raised, you will be sent into the forest where the monsters are raging, fight with those monsters, and try to keep yourself alive.
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Time and time again, he struggled to survive from the brink of death.
In life and death battles again and again, he knew the weaknesses of those monsters.
Many people are dead and he is still alive.
There are not many people alive, only dozens.
One day, they called all of them and told them that they had the final trial.
However, if they die, they will be free.
He didn't know what freedom, he didn't even want that kind of thing, he just didn't want to die.
So in any case he must pass the last trial that the man said.
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Unfortunately, he lost in the end.
Not just him, everyone else lost, so everyone died.
Only one person passed the trial and survived.
He lost, and he was dying to think that he would really die like this, but he survived unexpectedly.
Those people didn't seem to think that he could survive. When the whole person was soaked in the treatment solution, in the half awake and half asleep, he could hear a quarrel in his ear.
Someone said to kill him.
Later, one person said that supplies were needed just in case.
That person said that in case ‘that’ accidentally hurts the vital point, the organ can be transplanted directly from the spare.
In this way, he was allowed to survive as the only person who passed the trial.
The people in the institute began to evacuate. Fewer and fewer people, and the metal city was gradually abandoned. Even if he did not pass the trial, he seemed to gain the promised 'freedom'.
No one will ask him to train and study intensively, no one will ask him to enter the forest and kill those monsters, and no one will ask him to do anything-but he has been used to it for decades, these habits have been Deep into his bone marrow.
Later, the old people in the institute left, replaced by a group of soldiers from the secret army.
Those people became his Majesty, obeying his orders, and at the same time acting as his watchers.
This planet became the place where the wicked prisoners of the Empire were exiled, and he became the controller of this planet. It is just because this planet has a special magnetic field that it is extremely difficult to receive information from the outside world, and it is almost isolated from the world.
And he was not interested in outside information.
He is still alive.
Live inertia, even if he doesn't know what it means.
The metal code plate on his wrist was taken out long ago, but he still remembers that code is his name.
How long has passed, he did not deliberately remember, because it is meaningless.
Then one day, someone came to him suddenly.
That person told him a lot of things, including the reason for the establishment of the institute, the reasons for forcibly training those children, and his true history.
Suddenly he learned that the amount of information was too large, he could not distinguish between true and false, and he was not interested to distinguish, he just asked the man why he told him this.
Then the man showed him a piece of information.
He looked at the screen of the young major general who had exactly the same face as he had experienced in these decades. He watched him start from scratch and rise in the universe by his own strength.
He saw that Major General Troll had many things he did not have.
The man asked him if he wanted to replace Troll.
To be honest, he wasn't interested, but at that time he remembered the words he had heard in a long time ago.
[Let him be a spare, if necessary, transplant organs directly from him. 】
Although not interested, he didn't want to die one day because of this inexplicable thing.
If he replaced Troll, there would be no more danger of becoming a spare.
For the first time, he left the planet and headed into the universe.
The man told him that he replaced Troll, then Troll must remain on the planet as his substitute, so he must bring Troll back to that planet.
Therefore, he intruded into the brain of the ship, forcibly controlled the ship, and stunned other people on the ship by sound waves, and then forced the ship to jump from the cosmic vacuum into the atmosphere of the planet.
He had intended to enter the crashed spaceship and bring Troll out, but unexpectedly, someone actually took Troll out of the rescue capsule first.
It was an extremely young child.
The child had pupils as dark and clear as the night of the planet.
When he saw the child finally couldn't hold it against the door of the rescue cabin, he thought he knew what he should do.
He can prove his status as Major General Troll through this child, and then successfully replace Troll.
Therefore, he was asked to bring Major General Troll back to the underground research facility and lock it in the cell, and he took the sleeping child out and took him to the side.
Even if he looks the same, the difference in temperament between him and Troll is too great, and he is not very clear about everything that Troll has experienced.
So he chose the easiest way.
Amnesia.
Sonic attacks can cause brain damage, and amnesia is a common occurrence, which many people know.
He has taken amnesia for granted.
Therefore, the temperament is different, and the failure to remember the past is well explained.
However, looking at the black-eyed boy who nervously came to see himself, he suddenly remembered the book that he had read a long time ago.
The book says that as long as you smile at someone, you will get what you want.
The first time was in the mirror.
The second time was nothing to the people around him.
And the third time, it just rose suddenly, he smiled at this young child.
The kid's expression seemed to make him feel as ugly as when he looked in the mirror for the first time.
The child called him Tran, even if he knew that the child was in fact a slip of speech, but he suddenly didn't want to accept the name Troll anymore.
He thought it would be Tran, and he would use that name later.
It ’s not a code, it ’s not ‘it’, he ’s a man named Tran.
That was probably the first time he felt himself alone.
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At that time, he didn't think too much. He felt that he was just using this child. He used this child to prove his identity as Major General Troll.
He smiled at the child from time to time because he thought it was very funny when the child looked at him with a happy and tangled expression.
Well, at least it is more interesting than seeing those exiled criminals arrested by monsters or killing each other.
The child was only protected so as not to lose this witness who proved himself to be Major General Troll.
He thought so.
But that day, when the child grabbed his corner of the garment with a trembling hand, when the child looked at him with an unspeakable gaze, his heart suddenly trembled.
An indescribable feeling penetrated deep into his chest.
He is needed.
Someone needs him and depends on him.
It was a feeling I had never felt before.
By the time he responded, he had already held the child's hand.
The hand he held in the palm of his hand was very soft, very different from his hard hand, but very warm, and the warmth of that skin was transmitted to his always cold hands.
That was the first time he knew the temperature that human bodies could feel when they touched each other.
Don't be afraid, there is me.
Nothing can hurt you with me.
At that time, he said that he could not see the softness in his eyes that had never been before, but he knew that he did not want to let go of the warmth of the hand he was holding.
After decades of meaningless and goalless living, he finally had what he wanted.
What he wants to get anyway.
[When you smile back, you will get what you want. 】
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It was like a beautiful dream, and the dream was smashed when it saw the extremely familiar ruins.
He was Tran, not Troll.
But the man who looked and watched in that child's eyes was always Troll.
The child was not watching Tran.
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"Tran?"
Someone was shouting his name, and he opened his eyes and saw the boy kneeling beside him shouting his name.
The boy looked down at him, looking a little worried at his look.
"Your complexion is a little bad."
The teenager looked at him and said.
"Ok."
He murmured lowly, reaching out and caressing Mute's face.
The familiar temperature came from the cold fingertips, and his fingers penetrated into the back of the boy's neck, and he pressed Mute's upper body down slightly.
The child was pressed down by him, lying on his chest, looking up at him in confusion.
The dark hair was scattered around his neck, and a light itching sensation came through the skin.
He looked at the boy in his arms, his eyes softer than anything, but deeper than anything.
He is not Troll, he is Tran.
Troll will turn into a bone in the deep underground cell, in chains.
And the child in his arms, from now on, in the future, will be absorbed into his bones and blood, it will only be his breath.