Ark of the Immortal

This is the room Kelsey was assigned. She has lived here for at least three years. But in these three years, she probably hasn't slept in her room many times, or taken care of it seriously.

The doctor also followed Theresia's gaze and looked at this house that clearly did not look like it was lived by a woman.

Her colleagues have all told her to pay attention to her personal quality of life. But she is always used to going to the medical room and staying with the experimental subjects she has researched. Sometimes when she is sleepy at night, she just lies on the table Just fall asleep.”

Except for some special anniversaries every year, I go back to my room and sleep peacefully. I rarely come back.

The facilities in their room are extremely simple.

In addition to the bookshelf filled with books and the desk used as an office filled with books and documents, there are at most one or two picture frames placed elsewhere.

The decoration in the room is also mainly simple. One wall has not even been repainted and still looks like the material it was made of.

Theresia reached out and brushed the bed, a smile on her face.

She doesn't look any different from her before to her now.

Even though she has forgotten the past, some things are still buried in her heart. She has never realized it and has become a part of her subconscious.

The two were naturally commenting on Kelsey's lifestyle at that time.

Theresia started the topic, but of course it wouldn't end there, so she continued.

When you came here, you told me that neither you nor Kelsey are from this era. So you have to take me to see the truth and see the past that has been forgotten by the people of Terra today.

I was very surprised when I heard it. I thought you were only talking about a hundred or a thousand years ago. But I didn't expect it has been so long.

So, according to you, the Terra race today are all experimental subjects developed by you and Kelsey at that time?

In other words, you and even our...

Theresia spent some time thinking about the word, but when she said it, she was still not sure.

Creator?

This title is really shocking and hard to accept.

But the doctor seems to have become accustomed to such calls.

Although this is true in theory, in reality Kelsey and I have never regarded ourselves as a kind of creator.

Speaking of this, the doctor took a stool from the side that Kelsey had sat on before and sat down quietly.

Human development and reproduction are an unchangeable instinct. This trend and process has not changed even with the changes of times.

That great man was just a nobody before he became famous. Now he is called a god by many people in the old times, which was not his original intention.

What Kelsey and I did was just incorporate some resistance to the power of the abyss into human genes.

Keeping the abyss away from humans can display extraordinary corrosiveness.

Now it changes the human body to varying degrees and has become a racial classification feature.

Rather than saying that Kelsey and I are creators, we just provide you with the necessities for survival.

Today's Terran humans have become extremely diverse beings. And we are just the providers.

Perhaps, if I hadn't done it, it would have happened at some point in the future.

Human beings will adapt to the abyss and no longer become the food of the abyss. This is a future that both Kelsey and I can be sure of. We just want to see such a future and move the hands of time forward slightly.

The doctor is very open-minded, and he has never regarded himself as a god.

He had foreseen such a day since his birth as a child of the abyss who could sometimes stay awake.

Now, my body has undergone experimental transformation and has become a special product. Am I also my own creator?

Kelsey chose another path. She chose to constantly replace her body to achieve so-called immortality. So is she also her own creator?

We have always been the same kind, the same kind of people, it's just that the road we have traveled is longer.

The doctor said it calmly, but time has left many traces on them.

Theresia looked at the military advisor in front of her talking. She sat on the bed, holding her hands and looking at the doctor.

She would also imagine that before, Kelsey was sitting on the bed like this, holding a book in her hands and wearing pajamas.

Kelsey would also forget to take time to sleep because of reading books. Kelsey would also be distressed by stalling in the progress of the experiment, and then she would talk to the doctor.

Was Kelsey once such a dynamic person?

The white-haired King of Sakaz asked softly.

Doctor, do you think Kelsey has changed a lot?

When the doctor faced this topic in front of Theresia, he didn't give an answer immediately.

He sat on the chair and pondered for a moment before shaking his head at Gladia.

She hasn't changed. She never has. She just forgot.

Theresia smiled, the smile on her face was very bright.

So, I can be regarded as becoming friends with my creator, right? That Kelsey, who you said always smiles at his experimental subjects and treats them as his own children. Is he my friend now?

The doctor was stunned for a moment.

Then there was a hint of smile in his words.

Yes, isn't that what she is like? She is not only your friend, but also a traveler who agrees with your ideals and stands on the same road as you.

When the wise men spoke these words, there was nothing like the evil spirit from the Tower of Babel.

It was as if he had returned to the time when he didn't need to think about anything and only had to devote his full enthusiasm to the great cause of realizing his dream.

May there be no more hunger and cold in Kazdaele, may the infected no longer be discriminated against and oppressed, may all people coexist peacefully, and may every Sakaz have their own country.

Gladia chuckled and chanted her ideals one by one.

It is indeed a crazy dream as it sounds.

“But it’s precious precisely because it seems so far away.”

Dr. added.

King, you are indeed the one who deserves the crown.

Just because you wear a crown, you should fulfill your obligations as a king, right?

Theresia asked rhetorically.

Just like the story you told me. The hero of the ancient king sacrificed his life for a future that even he had never seen. Did he think the same way at that time?

The doctor pondered for another moment.

He recalled the time he spent with that hero, used his own thoughts to summarize his evaluation of that hero, and then nodded.

I can't say anything about him, but he also wants to see the day when the flames rise again.

At least now, I am still alive, Kelsey is still alive, and his death has brought about the development of so many new humans and new civilizations on the continent of Terra today.

I think he also wanted to see these things at the last moment.

The doctor's eyes towards Theresia gradually became more meaningful.

King, I brought you here just to let you see with your own eyes why the abyss was created and why the flames burned.

Now that you have seen what this ship looks like, you naturally want to see those creations we call the abyss, as well as our efforts for the continuation of the times.

Theresia nodded slightly.

She stood up and left the room under the leadership of the doctor.

The dream was still very long, and she had enough time to confirm the chapters that the doctor called the past.

Kelsey opened the door. The room was full of old marks, but in her eyes, there was a slight trance.

She should have lived here before, the layout here was so familiar, almost exactly the same as her room on Rhode Island.

Does it feel familiar?

Theresia who stood two meters behind Kelsey chuckled.

This is your former room, the past you forgot, right here. Do you want to go in and confirm?

Kelsey ignored her and walked into the room.

She came to the bookshelf and pulled out a book based on her feeling.

I saw it written on the cover of the book.

Kelsey gently opened the title page of the book, and her own name was written in the author's column.

Kelsey's pupils moved slightly, and there seemed to be something extra in her mind.

She also remembered that the author of this book should not only be herself, but also someone who had given her a lot of help.

At that time, I should have been in a bottleneck period for a while. It wasn't until she was reminded a few words by that person that she suddenly figured out some key points in her mind.

Kelsey didn't dwell on it for too long, she continued to flip through it.

There are labels on every page, and some stickers seem to be integrated into the book. This shows how serious the readers are when making reviews.

Every time Kelsey turns to the next page, the text on the next page will automatically play in her mind.伿

It was like this bibliography should have been imprinted in her mind and would not be forgotten.

Thearesia's voice sounded again at the right time.

Do you feel that you have forgotten a lot of things? Kelsey, I have said before that you should not be like this. You should have more.

Kelsey flipped through two more pages, then closed the book and carefully stuffed it back into the bookshelf.

She remembered something, but now was not the time to argue with that fake nightmare.

Kelsey came to the table again, picked up the chair next to it that was originally aimed at the bed, put it back to the table, and then sat on the chair.

Facing the table, Kelsey put her hand on the table. Her right hand was in a familiar posture of holding a pen, and her left hand was subconsciously pressed a little on her chest.

This familiar writing feeling, this table is what she likes in terms of height and material.

After experiencing this weird feeling for a while.

Kelsey put her hands away and placed them on her thighs, lost in thought.

Thearesia continued.

Yes, that's it. Think about it. Think about your true purpose and who you really are.

Your identity is extraordinary. You are my fellow traveler and my guide.

But you let me die on the eve of your ideal, and you were led to the point of no return by that dirty man!

It's your fault. It's your negligence and lack of duty that caused me to die and made me trapped here. You didn't even come to look for me.

The ideal you thought was actually a lie he fabricated for you. The things you still insist on are all false and phantoms without essence!

Theresia talked a lot, like a little insect, trying to get her words into Kelsey's ears.

At this time, Kelsey finally had a slight response.

She slowly stood up from her chair and spoke.

Let's go, Theresia.

Kelsey looked at the person next to her. Originally, there was no expression on her face.

But after a moment, a gentle smile appeared that didn't suit her.

Come with me to the bottom and have a look.

The words in the nightmare's mouth were stagnant for a moment, and then he reacted, his words full of ecstasy.

Are you finally going to face your truest self? Then let's go, I will accompany you!

...

Just after Kelsey left her room, a figure quietly walked out of the next room.

He stretched and looked back at the empty space behind him.

I hope you can be a little quieter when you go down.

As soon as these words were spoken, the space beside the man that had begun to distort returned to its original state in an instant.

That's her journey, not yours.