I am the former civilized hero.

She released her lips and raised her head slightly: "You are very vigilant, you are worthy of being my most precious assistant."

"Because I know you too well, Mebius, and you know me too, and neither of us will tolerate failure in any aspect."

"You think you can overpower me?"

"Of course, at least now you rarely commit suicide, and this is all thanks to me."

"Nonsense, excessive self-confidence is arrogance. You want to teach me how to do things?"

The two of them chatted with each other, their eyes were equally cold and proud. They just stared at each other silently, constantly urging each other in their hearts.

Just say something and give me a way out, and I'll immediately seize the opportunity to get off the slope.

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't speak, until the phone on the table rang, attracting their attention.

"Your phone is from... Sakura!?" Mobius' voice immediately became sharp, and he thought to himself, these annoying guys don't understand what private space and first come first served are.

"It's almost noon. Ying asked me to have lunch. Why, do you want to go too?" Ryan walked over and was about to pick up the phone, but he saw that Mebius's hand was faster and he hung up instantly.

"What are you doing!"

"I'll treat you to this meal, you don't have to go." Mebius crossed his arms and blocked the door. Seeing Ryan's suspicious look, he stamped his feet lightly: "The money is in the expense account. I won't take it out for living expenses."

"Then you're asking me to eat air?"

"I'll make whatever delicious food there is in the cafeteria for you. Anyway, the Fire Moths have been issued with daily necessities, so it would be a waste if you don't use them."

Without waiting for an answer, Mebius trudged into the kitchen and stuck his head out again.

"This is in return for your funding. Just wait with gratitude!"

When the green head disappeared, Ryan finally reacted, with disbelief in his eyes.

Mebius, you, a guy who is incompetent in life, can cook?

Chapter 182: Is this considered mental torture?

Ryan has been with Mebius for quite some time. If her scientific attainments are high, then she is quite incompetent in life.

She ate instant noodles all day and only drank instant coffee. The room full of stockings is still vivid in my mind. Her clothes were also very monotonous, she wore the same outfit all year round and had no sensitivity to fashion.

Well, I agree with that last point too.

At least the fusion warriors have strong body coordination, so at least they won’t cut their fingers, so you can rest assured.

Ryan spun half a circle in his chair, facing the kitchen, and saw at a glance that Mebius was being stubborn.

He doesn't even wear an apron. His clothes need to be washed. You can tell at first glance that he's an amateur.

He looked at the woman's back and saw her clumsily cutting vegetables. She spent a long time trying to figure out how to light the fire, and he forced himself to resist the urge to help.

Since it's a return gift, there's no point in doing it myself. I can just observe quietly. It's a pity that I'll be discovered if I take a photo. Otherwise, I could laugh at her clumsy appearance for ten years.

Ryan chose to observe secretly, and as he watched, his eyes were focused on the buttocks. This was really not Ryan's intention, it was just that Mebius twisted around too much and was too eye-catching.

She took off her white coat, revealing a narrow skirt that was bulging and twisting as Mebius walked around.

Only a blind man and a male Tong could resist looking at this scenery.

The shape is full, the proportions are perfect, and the standard OL look surpasses all the old ladies. It reminds me of several classic works.

Ryan seemed to have returned to the past, when he could only glue in front of the screen. He never thought that now there was a perfect office lady just a few meters away asking him to cook. It would be a lie if he didn't feel excited.

We are alone, a man and a woman, and we are very passionate. As long as I admit defeat, sign some unequal treaties, and take the initiative to be her little follower, Mebius should not object...

Oh no, I almost fell into her trap!

As he thought about it, Ryan's body trembled and he became alert immediately. The more he looked at her, the more he felt that she did it on purpose and that everything was a premeditated trap.

For example, if you want to climb onto the stove or get something from the cupboard, why do you kneel on your knees and deliberately stick your butt up?

For example, if you are a fusion warrior and you just cut a few pieces of vegetables, you will twist your waist and expand your chest, trying to burst your shirt, right?

You were shy just now, but now you are seducing me. You are even using the contrast tactic. Are you so sure that I will fall for it?

Well, there is some merit to this tactic.

His desires were overwhelmed by his reason, and he immediately calmed down a lot. He stroked his chin and analyzed Mebius's tactics.

On purpose, absolutely on purpose.

It would be too stupid to see the problem and still choose to be fooled, so Ryan chose to ignore it, opened his laptop, and wrote a few hundred words. For some reason, he felt upset and kept glancing towards the kitchen.

Damn, it's mental torture.

He closed the computer, slowly stood up and walked towards the kitchen, thinking that he had to find a way to expose Mobius's conspiracy, but just as he walked into the kitchen -

thump.

There was a dull thud, blood splattered everywhere, and a fish head rolled on the ground, while Mebius turned around with a bloody knife in his hand.

"You want to teach me how to do things?"

Gulu.

Ryan swallowed, and slowly backed away when he saw blood on Mebius's fair face.

"No, I'm just bored and want to chat with you."

"That's better." Mebius squatted down and picked up the fish head, rinsed it with clean water, took a look at it in his hand, and simply threw it into the boiling pot. "Just say whatever you want to say, and don't disturb me while I'm cooking."

Is it okay to cook the fish head directly in water without removing the fishy smell? And why do you add curry powder into it?

Ryan was a little confused about the routine, so he took the apron he was given from the wall and threw it over.

"Put this on first. It's hard to wash dirty clothes."

"Klein will wash it anyway, so I have to be considerate of others." Mebius put on his clothes slowly, tied his long green hair into a ponytail, and turned around.

"How does it look?"

Just by changing her hairstyle and wearing an apron, Mebius's impression changed again. She looked virtuous, just like a housewife.

Of course, it would be better if you didn't hold the kitchen knife as if you were performing surgery.

"Suddenly I felt a sense of family warmth, as if I had returned to a comfortable haven after a busy day," Ryan answered seriously. There was no need to deceive himself.

Family? Warmth?

Mebius was stunned for a moment and shook his head gently: "I can't understand this feeling. It sounds a bit disgusting."

"It's not like you jumped out of a crack in the rock, how could you not feel anything for even a moment?" Ryan asked casually. In fact, he didn't like asking others about their past experiences.

"Of course I have parents, if that ugly thing can be called a father." Mebius spoke indifferently, as if he was telling someone else's story.

She had thoughts and independent consciousness when she was born, and she could even speak. However, Mebius' mother died very early, and her father, a pharmacist, was not defeated by life until he was diagnosed with a terminal illness and his temperament changed drastically due to the side effects of the medicine.

Relying on drugs to stay alive every day and waiting to die would only make an ordinary girl feel tired and distressed, but Mebius was different. She realized the fragility of life.

"The side effects of these drugs mercilessly hijack their nerves and even tamper with their cognition, easily destroying all of a person's emotions and personality, turning him into another person."

"From then on, I discovered how fragile and ridiculous human beings are. I will never become a person like him."

Mebius's expression was very cold, and Ryan frowned when he heard it. He finally understood why she was so obsessed with evolution.

"What you desire is not evolution itself, but the sense of security that evolution brings?"

"Well, as my horizons broadened, I discovered that the disease was nothing at all. There are much scarier things in this world. It's like racing in the dark. Once you stop, you will be swallowed up." Mebius showed his signature sneer.

Every pervert has a painful childhood, this statement is indeed true.

Ryan was silent, and asked, "So you don't hate him?"

"Why should I hate? All I have left is pity, although this kind of pity only stimulates my ridiculous self-esteem." She touched her cheek, as if she could feel the pain left by the slap. "So Ryan, why do you pursue power?"

"At first I just wanted to survive." Ryan leaned against the door frame. He felt that he was very similar to Mebius. He also had thinking ability since birth, so he seemed precocious.

"It's not easy to come into this world, and I just accept my fate without fighting hard. I really can't bear it."

"Well, it's very vulgar, but the core idea is the same as mine, it's a survival instinct. What happened next?"

What is vulgarity? This is purity.

Ryan did not correct it and continued, "Then I responded to another instinct, a stronger instinct."

"what?"

"Explore the unknown and turn the impossible into the possible. This way, you will not only be alive, but also have the texture of being alive." Ryan clenched his fist with one hand, feeling the power of this body. "I respond to my instincts, and my instincts give me stronger power in return. I will use this power to turn more impossible things into reality!"

Sounds very... idealistic?

Mebius pondered for a moment, and felt that this instinct was somewhat similar to his desire for immortality and evolution, but also completely different. He could not find an accurate word to summarize it.

"It's not just about exploration, it's not about saving, killing is just a byproduct..."

"I can tolerate the unknown, but I cannot tolerate the unknowable; I can accept destruction, but I cannot endure the inevitable; I can be afraid, but I must take a step forward." Ryan interrupted Mebius's mumbling, looked at the shrinking snake pupils, and gave the answer.

“This is my way of survival and pioneering.”

......

The mountains blocked the sunlight, and the deep valley was pitch black. Only the dim purple light illuminated the silver iron gate on the rock wall.

A detector-like object was placed by the door, making soft beeping sounds in the breeze, and the electronic light flashed scarlet numbers.

Da da da.

As footsteps sounded, a gentleman in a double-breasted frock coat came to the door, lightly pressed his hat, glanced at the silver iron door with his pale blue eyes, and then cast his gaze on the instrument.

"700 HW?"

After observing for two seconds, he walked forward with some doubt and placed his palm on the surface of the door. In a moment, the door was covered with thick white ice, and then his fingertips flicked.

Ding--

The door, which was several meters thick and made of several kinds of composite materials, shattered with a loud bang, revealing a hole just big enough for one person to pass through. The Herrscher of Ice glanced at the side again. The detector was jumping up numbers madly, and the trees beside the door were withering rapidly.

"As expected, they are the product of human civilization. Only they know how to cover it up."

He glanced at the padding inside the door, took a step inside, and glanced around, seeing a huge hole inside.

The mountains were almost hollowed out, with steel tracks going deep into the mountains. A train was tilted at the door, with dozens of humans lying around.

They were not dead yet. They were strangling their own necks with their hands. Their bodies were twitching constantly. Their bulging eyeballs were bloodshot and large pieces of white foam were coming out of their mouths.

More painful than death.