Sorry, you scumbag woman, you can do whatever you want.

However, before leaving.

“If you have anything to talk about, please feel free to come to me.” Eden stood in the doorway, smiling at Möbius inside. “Although this may not help you change your situation.”

With that, she smiled and closed the door.

Upon hearing this, Möbius smiled, raised his hand to gently brush his green hair behind his ear, and his emerald green eyes held a strange glint in them.

She truly deserves to be called the most dazzling pearl of this era. Although there is no mention of her, it is still possible to guess that there are unspeakable constraints behind her.

“No matter where you are, you can’t escape the constraints.” She lay on the soft bed, her long green hair spread out, and closed her eyes.

Whether in a past life or this life, the constraints, both intangible and tangible, are inescapable.

As she grew sleepy, she vaguely seemed to dream of memories from her past life.

……

...

The room, which is about 200 square meters, is equipped with all kinds of modern facilities and is spotless, having undergone strict sterilization.

A sterile room can also be understood as a cage.

"Hey, 42, the plan you gave me is completely useless." The man looked at the figure in the room through the glass.

Even through the white curtains, one could still sense the other person's slender figure, like a delicate lily that would break with the slightest breeze.

Yet, this very figure, this very frail figure, possesses the most powerful mind in human civilization today.

"It's your execution that's flawed." A gentle voice, filtering through the white curtains, revealed a detached rationality.

Given his personality and abilities, the success rate of pursuing her was already extremely low.

"I followed your plan exactly, and there were no mistakes along the way!" The man was agitated, waving his hands and shouting, "Do you even deserve to have something named after the Ultimate Answer to the Universe 42?"

"..." There was no reply; the figure behind the white curtains seemed to have lost the will to speak.

The man, however, continued to ramble on, demanding an explanation from the figure behind the curtains, knowing that the other person would surely have a solution.

After all, the other party was created through an almost miraculous coincidence, and with the most advanced modern genetic technology... a superhuman.

Of course, such existence also has drawbacks, namely that one cannot leave the sterile room and must regularly use expensive medications to maintain one's health.

Otherwise, they will soon die from exhaustion.

After a long while, the man said he was tired. He looked at the slender figure behind the curtain who was silent, and then slammed his fist on the tempered glass.

It was this action that caused the figure in the sterile room to react.

“Histrionic personality disorder. People with this personality type often enjoy performing for themselves, using excessively exaggerated behavior and tone to attract attention, but they don’t consider others.” A slender figure behind the curtain spoke in a cool voice, “The person you like is an excellent woman with a sound personality. It’s unlikely that she would like a man who is moody, prone to extreme emotions, immature in thinking, and exaggerated in his words and deeds.”

"Are you saying I have a personality disorder?" The man's eyes widened angrily, feeling humiliated.

In this regard.

“That’s right, you have a personality problem.” The slender figure behind the curtain answered calmly, “Unless you grow up sufficiently, the chances of successfully pursuing the other person are extremely low.”

"What do these artificial humans, locked up in a sterile room, know about humanity!" the man shouted, his eyes filled with resentment.

Despite their dissatisfaction and anger, they believed the other party's words, for that person possessed a superhuman intellect.

"Is that so? In my opinion, you're as stupid as a monkey." The slender figure behind the curtain smiled mockingly. "I told you the plan with the best chance of success, yet you still failed."

"That's still better than you." The man sneered, his anger clouding his judgment, unable to resist mocking the android in the sterile room.

The figure behind the curtain chuckled in response.

"You are truly a pathetic coward, only able to curse me through the glass and vent your incompetence."

At this point, I'd like to add one more thing.

"You don't even deserve to come near me."

"If it weren't for the damn combination lock and multi-factor authentication, I would have gone in and beaten you up already," the man sneered.

The figure behind the curtain smiled in response.

"No multi-factor authentication is needed. As long as it is a core password, it can bypass multi-factor authentication and enter directly."

"..." The man sensed something was wrong, but before he could think further, he heard the other person laugh.

"As expected, you're cowardly and incompetent," the voice behind the curtain sneered. "Is it possible that the core code is a lie, designed to expose your incompetence and cowardice?"

"Hmph, who would be led by your words!" The man's voice rose a lot, and then laughter could be heard from the figure behind the curtain.

"The core password is sdsd23ffsd456. Do you dare... to enter it?"

The man fell silent. Of course he dared not. Even someone as insignificant as him knew very well the value of the people in the sterile room.

Any unexpected event could ruin his life.

"As expected, you are still so incompetent and cowardly." A disappointed sigh came from the figure behind the curtain.

"Even if it's a fake password, you'll be too scared to do anything. Even if your rationality tells you that I can't possibly know the password, it's still the same."

"..." The man's eyes widened in anger, unable to bear the other party's mockery any longer. He knew that the people in the sterile room could not possibly know the so-called core code.

However, the other party took advantage of this and mocked his incompetence and cowardice without restraint.

With that thought in mind, he reached for the virtual keypad.

"Bang!" With the sound of a gunshot, the hand that had reached for the virtual keypad was severed, and blood gushed out, staining the glass wall red.

Then, the severed arm fell to the ground.

"Aaaaaah, my hand!!" The man screamed like a pig being slaughtered, clutching his bleeding arm and writhing on the ground in agony.

Upon seeing this, the figure behind the curtain sighed softly, seemingly very disappointed.

Histrionic personality disorder, besides being excessively self-conscious, inconsiderate of others, and exhibiting very immature thoughts and behaviors.

Another point is that they are very easily influenced and suggested by others.

In other words, they are very easily swayed and manipulated by words, making them very suitable as pawns.

"42, how did you know the core password?" A woman in a white lab coat walked in, staring at the figure behind the curtain, and questioned:

"Leaving the sterile room, do you... want to die?"

"He's so noisy," the figure behind the curtain replied, while the woman in the white coat frowned slightly.

Then, he waved to the guard who came in, signaling him to deal with the idiot who was being manipulated by 42 words.

Soon, the man groaning on the ground was carried away by several burly men in black, who covered his mouth.

"Now you can speak." The woman in the white coat asked the figure in the sterile room. She wanted to know how the other person obtained the core code, and also why the other person came to the outside world.

"Do you know that the vaccine you made me develop actually has large-scale infectivity and lethality?" The slender figure in the sterile room said to herself, "Once the incubation period is over, it will cause a large-scale death toll that is more severe than the Black Death, and you, as the person in charge, will also be held responsible."

"Are you threatening me?" The woman in the white coat narrowed her eyes, her voice icy.

Upon hearing this, the slender figure in the sterile room chuckled softly.

"My body is nearing the end of its lifespan, and now I just want to go out into the world and experience the feeling of freedom."

"..." The woman remained silent, deep in thought and conflicted, unsure whether she should agree.

"Have you made up your mind?" the slender figure behind the curtain asked. "Time is running out. You don't want to go to jail, do you?"

"Tell me first how to crack the virus you're researching," the woman said coldly.

The slender figure in the sterile room shook her head, clearly not intending to hand it over easily.

Before gaining that brief moment of freedom.

"Let me think about it." Without immediately agreeing, the woman turned and left coldly.

……

……

The next day.

in the afternoon.

As the sun sets in the west, the sky is tinged with crimson clouds, and a golden veil envelops the bustling city.

The woman lit a cigarette and looked at the slender figure with long green hair standing on the edge of the rooftop, wearing a white hospital gown.

"Actually, you didn't research any large-scale deadly viruses at all, did you?"

"Mmm," she responded softly, the slender figure with long green hair turning around to smile gently at the woman.

"You've been fooled."

"The price is your own life." The woman smoked, exhaling white smoke, and tilted her head slightly to look at the sky, as if she had a premonition of a shooting star falling that night.

Perhaps she shouldn't have participated in that experiment in the first place.

However, it's too late now, the life created by one's own hands... no, the life born by fate.

Having gained freedom today, I have completely entered the end of my life.

There will probably never be another miracle like this again. It is a miracle bestowed by God, a gentle kiss that God has given to mankind by chance.

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