, I failed again and again. But my mother transferred money to my account again and again, asking me to continue working hard.

It doesn't matter, just try to get ashore next time.

Every time she failed, she would smile and comfort me, or she might be comforting herself.

As long as you come ashore, our life will become better.

I realized very early that my mother was actually doing useless work, but when I discovered that this unreachable hope was the only support for her to survive, it was too late - after I told her that I would never do it again.

After I went to the talent incubation center, I hated that place and she went crazy.

In the days that followed, in order to support myself and my crazy mother, I made a living on the streets.

In the streets where the wild and the advanced are intertwined, I can do things far more easily than in the ivory tower of the talent incubation center: stealing parts, committing fraud, stealing data, moving corpses... On the bottom of the resettlement area after the government outsourced all public services, even very

It's hard to find a few jobs that are not illegal.

I was originally supposed to spend my life in such a muddle, and die in an unknown cesspool before I was forty years old. All the implants on my body were completely dismantled by scavengers, and I didn't even know what I should do until I died.

How to resist this absurd world.

But by chance, I joined the "Icarus Liberation Front". And there, I received a second rebirth.

I have a family again, a warm family that is not tied by blood but based on common beliefs; I also have a family again, many like-minded partners who are willing to sacrifice their lives to resist the corporate order.

The six months I spent as a rebel of the Icarus Liberation Front were more meaningful than my whole life combined. We ignited the flames of rebellion everywhere - destroying company facilities, exposing corporate scandals, and accumulating the strength to resist.

Talk about a bright future...

At the climax, we even blew up the intelligent control center built by top companies like Pluto Deep Submersible in the Nord settlement area, paralyzing 70% of their drone power here. And followed the lead and burned down their area.

The manager's brain announced our existence to the world and raised the fire of rebellion.

Then, this fire was immediately snuffed out by Pluto Deep Dive, who was a little more serious. Even with the most pessimistic expectations, we still far underestimated the power of the enterprise.

Just like a giant trampled a nest of ants to death, my new home was once again destroyed by the company.

Most of my unrelated family members were killed or captured by the company's armed forces - the calm and cautious Commander Koret died; the steady and reliable Black Falcon-136 brother was captured; but I guess usually

Chinatsu Sakura, who has never been afraid of scolding people and never slowed down when running, must have escaped. She can always escape...

But it doesn't matter, hope still exists now.

Although the enemies crushed most of Icarus' power, they did not destroy the heart of the organization, the cornerstone that allowed Icarus to exist.

The key to restarting Icarus passed through one victim after another before finally being handed over to me and sealed in my memory slot.

I am the last hope.

To this end, I must find surviving companions, I must inherit the will of those victims, and I must continue to fight...

For this reason, I must live.

I can't die here.

"I can't die here."

"Zi-bang!"

The moment I fell, the firing sound of the pulse pistol was extended to an infinite length, and my consciousness also became longer, long enough for me to review my life...

My name is Liao Qi.

I can't die here.

My name is...Liao...

I can't die...

…

Whose memory is that?

As if waking up from a long nightmare, Jiang Zhou regained his consciousness.

At the same time, the memories of "Liao Qi", a low-level protester in the Nord resettlement area, were turned into pure records and sealed away. If he did not take the initiative to recall, then the memories would only be retained as pure information.

show.

Jiang Zhou suddenly opened his eyes.

Then, he saw an unforgettable scene in his life——

In the blank virtual space, the previous color block humanoid turned into a surging data stream and merged into his own avatar. At the same time, an electronic prompt accompanied by scrolling subtitles reminded him:

"Theseus, your Mandala has been successfully authenticated and will automatically connect to the subnet of the No. 3 Deep Diving Chamber in ten seconds."

But at the same time, he was still in a messy apartment with a musty smell in the air. He felt pain on his left thigh and forehead, as if he had been pierced by a red-hot steel bar.

He fell on his back and fell to the ground. When he looked up, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling and a middle-aged man with a beard and an electronic cigarette in his mouth.

The other party was looking at him as if he had seen a ghost.

Almost at the same time, he and the bearded middle-aged man holding an e-cigarette exclaimed:

"Fuck!"
Chapter completed!