Chapter 201 When Time and Space Ever Flickered (4)

The G6 wild area of ​​Blue Mother Star and the dilapidated small hotel constituted Jiang Jianming's initial memory.

He grew up there until he was four years old.

At that time, the Holy Human Empire still controlled all human beings with tyranny and political cruelty, and the powerful and cruel new crystal human Emperor Odin established the capital Yongyuan Star City in the second galaxy, making it a paradise for the nobles.

As for the origin of human beings, the Blue Mother Star, nearly 80% of the area has been designated as a "wild area" because the resources have been exploited, and people's lives are getting poorer year by year.

Not to mention how hard the members of the White Dove Chiye Club had to live, they had to frugal every day, and they had to worry about every step they took, for fear that their stronghold would be exposed.

While making ends meet, Helga insists on continuing to plan the next move in an attempt to revive the disbanded organization. More than a dozen members, often lighting a dim light to talk about the late night.

That night, the female leader was writing with her right hand and rocking a small wooden shaker with her left.

She doesn't have time to sing lullabies for her children, so she can only lull her children to sleep in a low, soft voice explaining the plan.

The female leader's child has soft black hair and clear black eyes.

Perhaps some kind of will in the dark also took pity on the unyielding warrior. The refugee who defiled Helga hardly left any traces on Jiang Jianming.

The child's intelligence is far beyond his years. A disabled human, who grew up in such a difficult environment, hardly caused much trouble to the stronghold.

Even some members who are prejudiced about Jiang Jianming's life experience have to admit that this child is so good that it makes people feel distressed.

Another rainy night.

Thin raindrops rustled among the leaves outside. The season is about to enter the winter, maybe after a while, the rain will turn into snow.

"Mom, Uncle Dan explained that his father is a bad guy."

In the room, there is only a simple bed and a pair of desks and chairs. On the table is a lamp, a light brain, two notebooks and a few pens.

The woman sits at the desk and writes with a pen, with her child on the bed.

Jiang Jianming rolled between the quilt and the pillow, revealing only a small white and tender foot, gently hooking the corner of his mother's clothes with his toes.

The dark-haired child's voice was milky, "It's only clear that he did bad things to his mother. So Uncle Dan and Aunt Lin killed Dad."

Helga paused, reached out and grabbed the child's foot as well, stuffed it into the quilt to cover it.

"Dan told you this?"

"No, I clearly heard it myself."

The lights shone on the dilapidated headboards and walls, stretching the dark shadows of women and children.

Jiang Jianming coughed lightly twice, the child was starving and freezing since childhood, and his health was not very good.

Helga sighed. The woman stood up, came to her son, and fondly stroked the child's back.

"Mingming, you stole your mother's gun and played with it yesterday, didn't you?"

"Um."

"After that, my mother told you that it was wrong. Now I know that guns are dangerous, and you can't touch other people's things casually, isn't it?"

"Um."

"But what if mom doesn't tell Mingming? Mingming has no way of knowing that's wrong."

The woman's voice was like the gurgling spring water. She took off her coat, shoes and socks, and burrowed into the quilt. She stretched her arms around her baby.

"Mingming's father is the same. If my father could be like Mingming, someone would love him when he was very young, hug him, kiss him, and teach him what's right and what's wrong..."

"Then mother believes that father will not do bad things."

Jiang Jianming crawled over and put his pillow on his mother's outstretched arm, "Really?"

Helga raised his eyebrows and smiled, and poked his son's cheek with his index finger: "Of course, because he was born to be such a good boy."

Jiang Jianming blinked twice, tilted his head and asked, "That's because Mingming's grandma is not good?"

A trace of sadness flashed in Helga's eyes. She touched her son's black hair and said to herself, "It would be nice if that was the case."

"But it's very possible... When Mingming's grandmother was a child, no one could love her or teach her."

This is the scar of this era and the entire human civilization.

It was late at night, and the rain outside turned into snow. Huge and irresistible sadness blew into this dilapidated hotel in the wet rain and snow, and shrouded the mother and son.

Helga turned off the light, pulled the thin cotton-clumped quilt around Jiang Jianming's young body, and tucked the quilt firmly.

"Mingming, is it cold to sleep at night?"

"not cold."

"Really?"

"Um."

But the skin in his arms was clearly cold.

Helga could only endure the sourness at the tip of her nose, and hugged Jiang Jianming tightly to her chest, hoping that her body temperature could bring a touch of warmth to the child in the cold winter.

She closed her eyes and murmured: "Mingming... Mom really wants to change the world. Mingming, Mom really wants to think about it."

However, at this time, the White Dove Chiye Club has long been unable to return to the sky, and even this not-so-good time could not last long.

A few months later, several strongholds, including this small hotel, were exposed one after another, and the group fled again.

Facing the pursuit of the empire, Helga and the others could only show their folding mecha and retreat while fighting.

And the young leader's son was hurriedly stuffed into the mecha's slow pressure bin, and he didn't even get anesthesia—

At that time, the mecha design would not consider the physical standards of disabled humans, let alone take care of a disabled child who was only four years old.

They used the mecha to make three consecutive jumps, and they fought twice in the Yuyu halfway, followed by five more jumps.

When he finally got rid of the chasing soldiers, and when the slow pressure chamber was opened, the child inside was already bleeding from seven orifices, and his face was pale, and he gasped.

... His nails were all curled and cracked, and they were stained with blood. And inside the slow pressure chamber, there are bloody fingerprints left by struggle and beating everywhere.

Helga collapsed on the spot. The female leader, who was seriously injured many times and never shed a single tear, burst into tears while holding her child.

She didn't know then...

For Jiang Jianming, this is just the beginning of suffering.

It is impossible for the large army to stop for the sake of the child. Jiang Jianming was rescued and came back for a while, and the mecha had to continue to move.

In the end, the remaining members of the White Dove Chiye Club chose to follow the example of the pirates. After the forces scattered all over the place converged, they wandered in the universe relying on the only remaining large starship.

Mother Helga settled down again.

But Jiang Jianming's body was already ruined. The child was already a little malnourished, and the wormhole jump hurt the foundation severely.

The doctors shook their heads when they saw it, and some even pronounced the sentence directly:

"This child is lucky if he can live past the age of thirty-five. Don't think about anything else... With this physique, it is impossible to accomplish anything."

Other members of the White Dove Akaaba Club. The attitude towards Jiang Jianming is equally subtle.

On the one hand, he is indeed the only child of the leader who is connected with his bones and blood; but on the other hand, he is the product of shame, and he is a sickly and weak human being with crystals.

Only Helga still loves him without any grudges.

She personally taught her son to read and write, and described thousands of years of human history of war and peace under the stars, as well as the old morality that no one cares about in this era.

...To be honest, Ms. Helga's education level for children is really uncomplimentable.

Maybe there will never be a second mother in the world. After chatting with a five- or six-year-old child about "human rights" and "equality", she asks her son to recite the old classics of the old blue mother star. .

Sometimes, even the members of the White Dove Chiye Club, who were prejudiced against Jiang Jianming, felt awkward looking at them.

But it happened to be Jiang Jianming.

It was all next, digested.

Sometimes, he would sit by the porthole of the starship with his brain in his arms, quietly watching the vast starry sky outside.

Or use a simulated sand table as a toy and play with it alone for a long time until his mother comes to him.

Three years have passed.

In the 40th year of the old imperial calendar, a new tragedy unfolded.

The White Pigeon Chiye Club was split within the party, and it was self-defeating.

No one expected this ending, but it seems reasonable.

It can only be said that Wen Helga is an idealist who is too pure and too unyielding.

But her followers are mostly mortals, at best mortals with more courage and ideals.

Therefore, more people cannot understand why the white pigeon Chiye will be beaten to the last starship, and the leader will stubbornly hit the stone with eggs and continue to fight against the behemoth of the empire;

Why is it that as long as the empire uses the lives of innocent civilians as a bait, the leaders can't help but try to save them even though they know it's a trap, repeating the same mistakes again and again;

Why do leaders prefer to starve themselves or keep them to eat until they find a way to properly accommodate the disabled people or the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled along the way...

This kind of thing happens again and again, and the number of unbearable members increases.

"This woman is so stupid."

Such arguments accumulated, broke out, and became the source of civil unrest.

So, when Jiang Jianming was seven years old, the leader of the White Dove Red Leaf Society changed hands, and Helga and her son were expelled from the starship.

The mother and son who have nowhere to go can only return to the blue mother planet. don't know how many dirty street corners I've been hiding in, and how many times I've been starving. Finally exiled to the most remote and chaotic wild area - Z2 wild area.

That is, on the third day of arriving in the Z2 wild area.

A dying old man with crystal residue, crawling on the side of the road covered in filth, as humble as an ant. With mournful tears, he blocked the way to the mother and son for help.

Without hesitation, Helga distributed the little water left, and helped the old man to rest on the side of the road.

On a cold night, she asked the old man to lean over to keep warm, and put her arms around her son and the unfamiliar old man with the other.

In the early hours of the morning, strange crystal particle fluctuations woke Helga up.

It was not yet dawn in the distance, and the dew on the weeds was like tears. The old man next to him had bulging eyes, twitching of his hands and feet, and crystal clusters began to grow all over his body in the next second—perhaps he was too eager for the consolation before his death, and he concealed the fact that he was a late-stage chronic crystal disorder patient.

In that second of lightning, the woman only had time to use the crystal bone to push her son to the farthest.

...

On the third day of arriving in the Z2 wild area, an unknown old man died on the side of the road.

There is a mother with a son who is infected with chronic crystal disorder.

In the 43rd year of the old imperial calendar, the Grey Owl Laboratory.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please come here."

The emperor followed the white coat experimenter and quickly shuttled through the interior of the secret laboratory.

Over the years, Odin has aged a lot. Even genetic surgery could keep him looking like he was in his prime. But the tiredness and vicissitudes of his eyes could not be concealed.

The continuous outbreak of crystal chaos, the failure of the experimental connection, the increase in the number of rebels such as the thief and the white dove red leaf club... The descendants are not up to the standard, and the ministers will only obey the promise...

All this is stimulating the tyrant's nerves, making him more and more moody and paranoid.

Until this day, the gray owl laboratory urgently reported to the emperor.

First five years ago, one embryo survived.

Through the glass of the sterile laboratory room, everyone can see the appearance of the culture chamber: the flesh and blood of human beings are born from the pure crystals gathered from the crystal particles. It struggles every day and makes a silent scream. , transformed under painful experiments.

The experimenters repeatedly stimulated the human consciousness with drugs and radiation, infusing more crystal particles at a time.

Until the content of crystal particles far exceeds the limit value, breaking through one impossibility after another.

By this time, it can no longer be called a human being, and of course it cannot be called a crystal particle. It is a mutant monster in a combined state.

Just an hour ago, the culture chamber exploded, and the glass of the laboratory room was splattered with blood.

In the screams of the experimenter, the crystals instantly filled most of the laboratory, and began to "color" - the coloring of the crystals, which is a symbol of the new crystal human beings.

When Odin rushed in, all the scientists and experimenters gathered outside the glass window.

"What did you do!?"

"Your Majesty's forgiveness!"

The person in charge knelt down in panic, "We haven't done anything, and we haven't even started today's routine operations! It happened suddenly and spontaneously..."

In the laboratory, the abnormal red-gold crystalline substance condensed in the center, the white mist caused by the high temperature rolled up, and there was a faint shadow in the center.

It was an extremely beautiful human child.

Its eyes are closed, its facial features are deep and sharp, its skin is better than snow, and its satin-like white-gold curly hair flows on the crystal edges pierced in all directions.

But only the upper body up to the chest, and below the waist and abdomen are large pieces of red gold crystals, just like the legendary beast with the head of a human being and the body of a snake.

"..."

Emperor Odin stepped forward gloomily and looked at the products of this laboratory.

He watched without moving, without saying a word.

The emperor, who was already old, seemed to grow older in such silence.

"……His Majesty?"

The top person in charge bowed his head in fear.

Odin suddenly spoke, his tone unpredictable: "If you kill this one, can you make a second one based on the data?"

The top person in charge was stunned.

He thought about the words for a few seconds before saying with difficulty: "This is a matter of probability, Your Majesty."

"We spent 20 years and nearly 10,000 dead embryos to get this one, but its tenacity is far beyond the average standard. Even if the same data is used to reproduce, there is no guarantee that the next 20 years will be available. get a second..."

The next second, the child in the crystal opens his eyes.

The eyeballs are cold green, brighter than Odin's, like frosted jade.

The emperor looked at it, and it looked at the emperor.

The corners of Odin's mouth curved up silently, his throat vibrated and he let out a sinister low laugh, "So..."

"Hahaha, so it's you..."

Memories from twenty years ago are still in front of me.

Eight minutes of chaos, that black-haired boy from the future, that cursed history book, that page... the dazzling new king.

that's it.

Turns out he made it himself.

Suddenly, under the terrified gazes of the researchers, the Great Emperor laughed wildly on his back.

At this moment, Odin saw the track of history, and he only needed to give an order to decide the direction of travel. The survival of his empire hangs on the tip of his tongue, and the survival of mankind hangs on the tip of his tongue.

The black eyes of the crippled young man have been watching him from a hundred years later, so clear that his heart is twisted like a knife.

Sir, why are you crying?

"Monster, bastard."

Odin took a step forward, with a chilling smile in his eyes, "So many years... it hurts, right? Resentment?"

"Tell you, all these experiments are my orders."

"Do you really want to kill me?"

On the opposite side, the half-human, half-crystal child moved his eyelashes and uttered some weird syllables: "Kill..."

It raised its bloody hand expressionlessly and pressed it against the glass: "Kill...you..."

"It can talk!!"

A scientist was full of fear, "When did it learn human language!?"

The next moment, the red gold crystal bone burst from behind the child!

The tempered glass of the laboratory shattered, and the tens of thousands of fragments reflected those cold, inorganic green eyes—

This is the first bell of the new century.

The tyrant thought in a trance.

The surrounding experimenters screamed in fear. Odin roared, his fists swung forward, the bright red crystal bone collided with the red gold, making a sharp sound like a sword!

One hit and one hit.

Crimson gold and bright red shards splattered everywhere.

Odin took a step back with one foot, and the floor where the monster on the opposite side was cracked and sunk.

The strength is almost the same.

The two rows of guards behind the emperor raised their guns at the same time!

The tyrant raised his hand and signaled the guards to put away their weapons.

He grinned: "Don't be rude. From now on, it's my child."

"His Majesty!?"

Odin twisted his wrists, walked towards the little monster opposite, and said as he walked, "Its name... is to be called Kaios. His Royal Highness Prince Kaios."

The top person in charge exclaimed: "Your Majesty! But it..."

"Shut up. Look, I want this monster to become a true killer and an undefeated conqueror."

"By the way, tell me that eldest son who is ineffective, continue to waste, the Holy Human Empire still has 20 years to let him sit and eat."

The tyrant narrowed his eyes and spoke in a lazy tone. He stepped over the broken glass and walked towards the little monster in front of him.

"Kaios" stared straight at the emperor approaching. The crystal bones around it sharpened, and at the same time heated up rapidly, like flowing magma.

Odin shook his head and sneered: "Don't make trouble, little guy. You can't kill me now."

"But it doesn't matter. From now on, I will teach you..."

"How the devil can kill."

The author has something to say:

Ryan's genes that belong to the human part come from Odin's cells (secondary processing), so Odin is barely half of Ryan's father.

The future of Kaios in Odin's fantasy: the devil, the monster, the real slayer and the conqueror.

In fact, Kaios later: Woohoo, Commander Tie Tie.