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"It's just that it might be a very cruel world."

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My name is Stuart, and I am a human being living on a dead planet in this solar system.

I am called human because this word is used to describe our race, and our words, including everything we need for our existence and our understanding of things, come from our ‘gods’

His name doesn't matter, and he doesn't seem to care what we call him.

That being the case, the leader among us chose a name from the knowledge and vocabulary he taught us - 'god'

The place we live in is called 'Earth'. According to the gods, this is the most suitable place for us humans to live in the solar system.

This is our home, our cradle and mother.

But there is nothing here where the knowledge he displays is as beautiful as the one described in the scroll.

There is no blue sea here, only the dead gray sea and countless huge devourers crawling and churning under the sea.

The sun here is never warm. It is scorching hot half of the time, and bitingly cold the other half of the time.

The breeze here is not smooth, and the air here is not sweet. Some of it is only bone-scratching and poisonous wind and air.

Our neighbors are not friendly either, whether they are the Frost Giants, the Fire Giants, the Dark Elves, or the Asgardians who claim to be gods.

They always bully us without scruples, and always kill us without scruples. They call us ‘monkeys’ and call us lowly mortal beings.

The gods tell us that the earth is not like this. The earth they live on should be beautiful and full of life.

But here, it is completely opposite to what the gods promised us.

I don't understand all this...

But there’s nothing we can’t understand the most—our lifespan.

Twenty years is almost the limit of our lifespan. Even the oldest among us did not live beyond this limit.

The gods tell us that this is not the case. As humans, our life span should be maintained at about a hundred years, but for various reasons, we can only survive now.

I would often lie in the artificial garden of the palace, looking at the gray sky outside the dome, thinking about how beautiful the planet once was.

Even we shouldn't be like this.

My name is Stuart, and when I was ten years old and halfway through my life, I experienced the biggest change in my life.

My father Altruis, king of men and ruler of mankind under the gods, suffered a rebellion.

The source of the rebellion was my friend and my father's captain of the guard, Zaas. He betrayed and sent the sword into my father's chest. He occupied my father's throne with my mother and sister, and took away my everything.

That day, I escaped from my palace.

My father's followers and I were banished from our court, no longer protected by the dome, leaving us exposed to the biting and maddening winds.

It was on that day that My followers embarked on a path of ascension.

We walked over ground that was as hot as iron, and through deserts that were blown by icy and poisonous winds.

Our lives are dwindling, our numbers are dwindling, all simply because of the 'pilgrimage' I promised them

I told them that I would take them to see the great god, the god who had disappeared for a long time.

But in the end, when I was the last person left, I still saw no trace of the gods.

When I fell into the sea of ​​sand in despair, I saw a black insect.

It just stopped in front of me, its complex limbs touching my body, and under the slightly itchy feeling, its hoarse voice penetrated my brain.

"Do you want to... really live?"

…

Experiment record 03403

After many experiments and attempts, I created a 'human' population project that can adapt to the current environment and have the ability to reproduce the population on its own, and ensured that the similarity in appearance is no less than 95%.

Although their appearance has changed, and in order to adapt to the environment, I had to speed up their growth period and shorten their lifespan, but it is enough to allow the tribe to reproduce - with the average lifespan of less than twenty years. According to primitive human standards, this level of numbers is sufficient for the time being.

They will evolve along with this harsh environment until the earth evolves into what it should be.

Experiment record 04934

Things are a bit beyond calculation. I don’t know why the life span of human beings cannot exceed twenty years. After calculation, the upper limit of their lifespan should be about fifty years, right? No, a life span of twenty years is too short for a civilization and a race.

I had to increase resource investment and create certain ecosystem transformation technologies to create a relatively adaptable biological environment. I'm thinking maybe I should modify their body hormone levels as well.

Experiment record 05499

Even if they live in a suitable environment, the life span of these humans still cannot exceed twenty years. After the samples were dissected, it seemed that some special gene had been inserted into their DNA without my knowledge.

There are few records of biological experiment data, so I had to start trying to evolve myself.

Experiment record 08900

After conducting self-evolution and genetic experiments that are approximately equivalent to one hundred and thirty-six revolutions of the current planet, I discovered the root cause of the problem that caused the short life of the current target experimental body.

But... I can't understand that kind of energy that is born out of thin air. It seems that as long as it has any form of contact with the current ultraviolet rays of the sun, it will cause short-lived problems.

Experiment records 10000

The current species problem cannot be solved. This genetic defect has spread to all individuals in the population as the species reproduces itself. The only way to solve this problem is to eliminate all experimental individuals.

I don't know whether this is right or wrong, and my calculation logic is difficult to make a definite judgment.

These 'humans' call me their god. Of course, this is just a title. I am Tony Stark. I am the maintainer of the central system that maintains the reproduction of the current human population.

My duty is to protect humans and maintain the self-reproduction function of the human population, but now, maybe I should choose to remain silent for a while.

220. Swarm HIVI

Another universe Asgard

In the golden palace, Odin, who was sleeping on the throne, slowly opened his tired eyes.

His crow landed on his shoulder, fluttering its wings slightly, reporting the news of the nine realms to his god.

"Has it finally started?"

He murmured

He summoned his son Thor. Thor, who had experienced the baptism of education, was now eager to try and wanted to return to Earth to capture his brother who was still alive.

"Thor, you have a heavy burden on your shoulders this time you go to Earth."

"Yes, father, I will definitely capture Loki!" Thor said excitedly, eager to try.

"No, Thor!" Odin said in a stern voice. Gungnir in his hand slammed to the ground. Amidst the splashing sparks, the God King said seriously.

"Loki, he's not important!"

"Thor, you are the king of Asgard. You must understand how much courage you carry on your shoulders - Loki, he doesn't know how big a trap he will make!"

"Yes, it is said that he defected to the Chitauri?" Thor frowned.

"The Chitauri are worthless!" Odin said disdainfully.

"What matters is what Loki is about to do...he might awaken our ancient enemy from the end of time!"

"Ancient enemy...frost giant?"

"Those ice-breathing barbarians are worthless among our enemies." Odin sighed deeply.

"Our ancient enemy comes from Midgard..."

He looked at the obvious indifference that flashed across Thor's face and laughed angrily.

"Thor, do you think Midgard is really weak? You have never been willing to read more books. Just because some mortals worship you, you think that planet has nothing to threaten us? "

Thor put on a humble face. He was always obedient when Odin got angry.

"Actually, it's not accurate to say that." Odin sighed and continued in a desolate voice.

"Our enemy does come from Midgard, but it is not the Midgard of this universe, but another universe."

"They... they are another kind of creature that calls itself human. They serve a dark force and then betray it. But no matter what posture they are in, they are members of the Nine Realms - no, the entire universe. Enemy!"

"Who are they?"

"...the swarm of insects, or the Necrophobes."

Odin's voice was extremely ethereal, like an old man recounting ancient legends in search of the past.

"Both of them have the same origin. They were originally a group of weak and parasitic people on the desolate earth after the war, and their king despicably chose to betray the universe and take refuge in the existence of darkness."

"They were a group of insects in the darkness. They gave those weak groups dark and terrifying power, and they swept through the nine realms and were eventually defeated by our coalition. But they are immortal, so we have to use the World Tree The power to banish them from this universe."

"Insect swarm... they possess the ultimate hatred for all life. The 'Evil Sword Law' they believe in makes every individual of their species an extremely crazy and militant monster, from the lowest servant to the only one at the top. The soul-stealing kings, they let the 'worms' in the darkness parasitize on their bodies, and they plunder everything in life to feed their insects, and the insects give them powerful power and eternal life."

"Thor, when you are young, you cannot imagine the power of the Soul Reaper King and his swarm. They once swept across the nine realms and used their dark power to knock down several prosperous worlds. In the end, we defeated them, but It also paid an unimaginable price.”

He lowered his head, looked at Thor, and whispered

"Thor, you don't know what kind of darkness they have taken refuge in, and I can't explain this concept to you... But remember, if Loki brings the swarm to this world, you must bring it to the world at all costs. Total destruction of everything they touch!”

Thor was speechless, because the implication of Odin's words was that if Loki summoned these insect swarms, then even he must be destroyed and killed.

"So, who is the other enemy?" Thor asked softly.

"The Necrontyr, some may be said to be the undead... they are transformed swarms of insects." Odin continued in a desolate voice.

"After losing endless wars with us, the swarm realized that they had been deceived and enslaved by the darkness, so they turned to look for the gods they once believed in but abandoned."

"Their gods granted them new powers, their vermin-infested bodies were destroyed, and in their place their hateful souls were transferred into living metal bodies."

"They left the earth, they destroyed the stars, and their war skills were constantly honed in endless battles! They are crazy murderous swarms, ruthless killing machines, and immortal machines with endless hatred for life! "

"Then...what will happen to them?" Thor continued to ask

"They were exiled to the end of time and space and thrown back to their homeland." Odin said tiredly

"But their existence also made the universe realize how terrifying a group of out-of-control machines can be. This is why no country among the stars can allow out-of-control intelligent machines to take over everything."

"But even so, their existence does not mean that they are completely lost in this world. I have a hunch that they will return sooner or later, and Loki will most likely be the puzzle piece that fulfills the prophecy."

Odin hates prophecies, and Odin also knows the prophecies very well. Even if he knows that Loki may be the puzzle piece that makes all this happen, he does not dare to make the slightest move.

Because the true prophecy cannot be changed, even if you know the prophecy, it is a destined part of the future. Your knowledge, your actions, everything is the implementation of the established future law.

"Go ahead, Thor, before it's too late."

Odin looked at his heir and said softly

"Bring Loki back if you can, but if things are irreversible..."

"I will fulfill my responsibilities as the Crown Prince of Asgard." Thor replied solemnly.

…

"Look at you, poor child, so weak and humble, like a bug crawling in the dust."

In front of Stuart, who was dying, pitch-black insects crawled in front of him. Countless complex jointed limbs rubbed against the ground, echoing with whispers.

"You were abandoned by your followers, abandoned by your gods, everything was taken away from you, and you are destined to die here."

"You...are the insect."

Stewart tried his best to squeeze out a few words to reply.

"Yes kid, you are right, I am indeed a bug!"

The black bug seemed to be amused and laughed at Stewart.

"But so what? I can live for a long, long time, and your lifespan is clearly visible. So what if you survive in this desert? You only have half of your life left, less than ten years. Years are only more than three thousand days and nights."

Stewart's lips moved. He wanted to fight back, but he couldn't.

And isn’t what the bug said true?

For him, for his species, survival is a huge test, and survival... is also a huge torture.

When they were born, they expected the time of life to exist, but they were cruelly told that life would only last for twenty years.

That is almost a length of time visible to the naked eye. Even though the infancy of their race is very short, their sense of time is undoubtedly the same as that of humans.

Although mayflies live and die, their perception of time is different from humans.

Twenty years of life can be seen at a glance, and every moment since understanding this matter has been a great torture for them.

Not to mention that in the past twenty years, they have suffered every moment of struggle and torture.