Rustle, rustle, the girl put on that somewhat loose blue repair suit.
Her long hair slowly gathered, with one strand coiling itself to use as a hair tie, fastening her hair behind her.
She spoke softly, her eyes still hollow and lifeless.
Yang Ming then turned around, the thorny crown in his hand ceasing its spin.
"Want to talk?" he tried to make his voice gentle.
The girl Po Suo replied indifferently, "I have no preserved cells."
"Is that so," Yang Ming smiled gently, "so if you die now, it’s a true death?"
"I have already been surpassed by you."
"I’m curious about your current state," Yang Ming chuckled, "is it because your power hasn’t recovered, so you’re able to keep thinking like a human?"
Yang Ming spoke slowly, "Every time you die, I can take a portion of your power. I keep fighting with the Mother Worm, which also enhances that strange biological energy. Gradually, the power balance between us changed from 1 and 20 to 1 and 10, 1 and 5, 1 and 1.6. Before this battle, your strength hadn’t returned to the peak for this stage, so the power comparison was actually 1 and 0.6, right?"
Po Suo said, "And then, you used the battleship."
"My muscles are my strength, my ships and fleets are also my strength."
Yang Ming, with his hands behind his back, smiled leisurely,
"From the first time you failed to defeat me, it was destined that this day would come."
Po Suo frowned tightly.
She stared at Yang Ming, "By devouring me, you can gain immense strength and become a true god."
"A god? That’s a bit, a bit awkward. I’ve never thought an individual could become a god; I only believe a civilization can reach Divine-level."
Yang Ming calmly shifted the topic,
"Have you directly contacted the Faya Civilization?"
"Faya?" Her eyes held confusion.
"Have you heard any voices?"
She just silently watched Yang Ming.
Yang Ming waved the thorny crown in his hand, "It, where did you come from?"
Po Suo remained silent.
She seemed to try to recover some strength, eyes showing the desire to devour, but soon this desire subsided, and she began to ponder.
About five or six minutes later, Po Suo finally spoke,
"After a cell restructuring, it seems to have been a product of my evolution."
Yang Ming snapped his fingers in his heart.
Sure enough, the Faya people wouldn’t directly communicate with her.
Being able to directly converse with the Faya people, apart from taking a risky move of really pressing that Thought Body, the identity of Pioneer and Intelligent Mechanic Dusk examinee also helped a lot.
Isn’t it easy to deceive?
Yang Ming let out a gentle sigh, employing the acting skill exposed by the Faya people before, putting the crown aside.
He slowly said, "Po Suo, you can actually suppress the Ancient Gods’ side, right? Do you know why I don’t kill you?"
Po Suo slightly shook her head.
Yang Ming’s eyes were slightly red; he gently took a breath, turned his head to look out the window, and began to tell in a deep, emotional voice,
"There are two hundred billion Constant Stars in the Milky Way, the current human civilization has more than twenty trillion in population, yet I cannot find another life form similar to me.
"His modification experiment thrust you, me, us, directly into the abyss of loneliness. We all move forward in loneliness, exploring, seeking the meaning of existence.
"I actually wanted to kill you, to eliminate you for the sake of self-preservation.
"Po Suo, my Light Sword was once just a few millimeters away from your brain, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it because I know, if I kill you, devour you, I will fall into eternal loneliness in this vast universe."
He looked up at Po Suo, looking at this girl.
"Can you be my partner? The only life form like me."
The girl was stunned there, slightly pursing her lips, the hollow eyes now had ripples, gently swaying.
She lowered her head in frustration, gazing at her palm lines, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Lyu, why is the boss’s face so thick?"
"It can resist laser, used to protect the brain."
In the transport ship, after a long silence of half an hour.
Suddenly, Po Suo’s body began to tremble slightly.
She looked up at Yang Ming, nodded calmly, and said in a low voice,
Yang Ming was stunned for a moment.
Was it really possible?
Before Yang Ming could react, the girl Po Suo’s body suddenly collapsed, turning into strands of fine ash, leaving only a nail-sized cluster of pink cells.
A sound similar to a heartbeat emanated from the cell cluster.
[ps: Once again recommending The Wandering Earth 2, a domestic sci-fi movie, representing the film industry, go to the cinema to watch it if possible, definitely worth the price!]