How the Strong Are Made

Chapter 1 Is This it?

At 2:30 in the morning, in a rented house in a coastal city in China, a young man with dry lips and white hair, deep-set eyes and dark eyes is pounding away at the keyboard.

The computer screen plays parent-child interactive videos.

That's all you've got?

The young man first typed these two words, and then quickly followed them:

"I never felt my father's love. When I was 12 years old, my father beat me and my 20-centimeter solid steel pipe broke."

Next up is a tiger breaking into a village and the police rounding it up.

"This is it?"

As usual, these words began the conversation, and then crackle:

"With a sliding shovel, I slid over him and cut him open with my knife, gutting him all over the floor."

Next video, two guys get into a street fight, one gets knocked out by a Ko to the jaw.

"This is it?"

"When I was in junior high school, I fought for 75 minutes, and when I was finished, I could run 30 kilometers. People's physique cannot be generalized."

"This is it?"

"I once punched through 50 meters of steel in a state of extreme anger, and the adrenaline was pumping and I didn't know it hurt!"

...

Comments like these took shape quickly with the tap of his hands, and then spread to all corners of the Internet.

Yes, Chen Le is an inner dark keyboard man, his favorite thing to do is to talk a lot of nonsense on the Internet like this, and then spray with people who laugh at themselves, watching those people reveal the collapse between the lines but helpless to themselves, he will be very proud to laugh, and then cruel knife:

Hurry up, hurry up. You hurry up.

I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry.

Ha ha ha!

If you can, you can hit me along the line!

Obviously, the human body is not designed to crawl along a network cable, so Chen Le was alive and well until the swirling portal appeared in the night sky.

A slender female figure stepped through the portal and stood quietly in midair, eyes slightly closed as if asleep.

She was a woman of impeccable beauty, with flowing black hair that hung down to her waist and a face of unparalleled purity. She wore a silver corset that stretched from her ankles to her neck. The soft, elastic material clung tightly to her body, creating a perfect curve.

But unfortunately, her temperament is too cold, just like the glory of the round moon on the top of the head, although brilliant, but ice to the bone.

The night wind blew, and No. 7's closed eyes slowly opened, with data turbulence pulsating in the golden pupil.

After a moment, she breathed out a slight sigh of emotion:

"It's a useless star..."

Yes, by the standards of most civilizations in the universe, Earth is unquestionably an abandoned planet.

The absence of any psionic power and the lack of long-term energy necessary for science and technology has left the only humans who can be called intelligent races struggling to survive on the most basic of needs: three meals a day.

Of course, such resource-poor waste stars are not incapable of giving birth to powerful civilizations, but there is a very important premise that they must find the right direction of development.

Earthlings are a standard example of this.

First of all, the life span of the earth is very short, most of them can not live more than 100 years, such short-lived species should be to increase the upper limit of the life of the race as the direction of development, because aging and death are hanging on the head of all intelligent life, only with a long enough life, something more important than knowledge, such as ideals and beliefs, can be better passed down.

But what are the earthlings doing?

They are in mad internal fighting, between the country and the country, between races and races, between classes and classes, and even between females and males, all kinds of struggles emerge one after another.

Instead of devoting all their technology to medical and genetic engineering, Earthmen are working hard on weapons that can destroy more of their kind.

No. 7 is not against war, and even she is very much in favor of war, because war is a hammer, under its repeated tempering, civilization can quickly complete the transformation.

But that's for long-lived species.

If a short-lived species has not even solved the problem of longevity, but is keen on fighting among its own kind, then only destruction awaits them.

It is like a piece of ore that has not yet been refined into steel, and the advance forging will only make it crumble.

Unfortunately, Earth people are on the brink of such destruction...

It is even more unfortunate that they have no guide, or that they once had, but his faith was abandoned.

Seven made this judgment after accessing Earth's information network and obtaining enough data.

Number Seven is the Collector, her task is to travel between the various planets where intelligent life has been born, select the outstanding individuals, and then drop them on a planet called Paradise.

Here the strong would kill each other for the amusement of the gods.

For thousands of years, Seven had visited countless planets and taken hundreds of thousands of heroes, but never once had she been so embarrassed.

Because, earth people are too weak.

As a purely technological side of the planet, the Earth has not developed power armor, their soldiers wear a bulletproof vest, wear a helmet on the battlefield, courage is commendable, but that is all.

They could not build starships and mechs, their guns were still backward propellant, and their warfare was confined to land, sea, and atmosphere.

The body of the earth is also vulnerable, they need to spend one-third of the time every day for rest and sleep, need to eat a lot of food and water, but eat a full meal at most to maintain most of the day not hungry, which means that the energy conversion efficiency in the body is extremely low.

There is no exoskeleton on the surface of the earth, and the skin is fragile to break at a stroke, but the wound is extremely slow to heal, and it is easy to be infected by microorganisms.

Their heart and lung function is very poor, strenuous exercise ten minutes before a break. Their pain nerve is very developed, a thorn in the foot can not walk normally, when toothache will roll all over the floor...

Can't say nothing, can only say nothing.

Number Seven feels a headache after a long time.

It was then that Chen Le's unorthodox remarks on the Internet caught her attention.

"This is it?"

"This is it?"

"This is it?"

...

Wow, that's funny. Number Seven exclaimed.

She had to admit that although she had visited countless civilizations, she had never seen such a punchable creature before.

Is it the kind of self-abandonment that is typical of short-lived species?

Out of curiosity, the next second, No. 7 appeared directly in Chen Le's room.

It is a dark, cramped rental house with take-out boxes and mineral water bottles of an unidentified yellow liquid on the floor, where the floor has accumulated a thick layer of dirt that has not been cleaned for so long that the soles of the shoes creak and sticky.

There are no lights in the room, and the only light source is the computer screen in front of which the young man is craning his neck to watch Japanese and Korean action movies and busy with his needlework.

Chen Le heard the footsteps behind him, suddenly turned around, and found that there was a strange woman in the room!

My goodness!

Chen Le shouted, almost broke the needle in his hand, he hurriedly pulled up his pants, pointing to No. 7 and shouted: "You, you, you, you are who!"