In the simple stove, coal balls and firewood were burning crackling. Two soldiers were sitting lazily on both ends wearing heavy plate armor, and the giant sword was placed casually beside them. The temperature of the flame made them forget their responsibilities.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from the manor. The soldiers grabbed their weapons and stood up seriously at both ends of the gate.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. This was a thin boy. His clothes were neat, but they were obviously inconsistent with the weather. He was carrying a basket that looked the size of his body, holding a sickle in his hand, and walking out of the manor on his own.

The boy had a huge head on his thin body, and his green eyes were as calm as stagnant, dull and without any turbulence. He looked like a fool.

After seeing the visitor, the soldier suddenly relaxed his expression, replaced by a lot of jokes. The manor said it was big or small. Although new people often joined the old people to leave, everyone knew this young man and everyone had bullied him.

He had no name. After the old groom picked him up from the wilderness, everyone called him a fool. After the old groom's death, the nine-year-old fool became the new groom. It has been almost seven years since today.

The boy walked towards the side door without looking sideways, not caring that the door was still closed. The soldier on the left grabbed the basket and stopped him, picked him up with one hand, and slapped him casually with the other hand, making a sound of slapping. After finding nothing unusual, he signaled the soldier on the right to open the side door, and then let go. The boy landed steadily on the ground and headed towards the field without saying a word.

The soldiers closed the side door and curled their lips and walked back to the stove. The harsh north wind penetrated into the cracks of the plate armor and stirred up a chill. They muttered, "This damn weather, why did you let him go so easily?"

"It's not interesting to always bully a fool, and he won't resist."

......

After autumn, the weather in the north became colder day by day. Although there were no snowflakes falling, the day before yesterday seemed to be bright and yellow. For the nobles, the weather could make them complain at most, but for the young people, it means that the relaxed days ended from now on.

Although he doesn't care about the cold or not.

He was not the only servant in the stable. A foolish boy obviously could not raise the noble war horses with the blood of strange beasts. The food of war horses was even better than that of the servants, including fresh meat, fruits and vegetables, beans, and tender grass. These raw materials were actually produced in the manor. The reason why the boy went out to mow the grass was just the servants' bad taste. They even bet after each time the boy went out to see if he would be eaten by the beasts, and they were happy with this kind of bad bet.

But the boy didn't care at all. He was like a robot, living according to a fixed program every day. All information from the outside could not affect him, except for the crisis of death.

The green grass became less and less. He advanced straight towards the depths of the wilderness, and from time to time he bent down and waved his sickle to cut the grass off and put it into the basket. Before he knew it, the manor behind him had disappeared.

The north wind whimpered, blowing the boy's naked skin into purple, and the surroundings were empty. Even the rats and rabbits that were seen everywhere in the past disappeared, but the cold obviously could not kill all life, and would only make the hungry beast even more crazy.

A northern gray wolf stared at the boy with his back paws on the ground, and saliva dripped from the corner of his hideous mouth, but no sound was made. The green eyes were the same color as the boy, but it was full of tyranny.

In its view, the boy is the food given to it by God.

The wolf is the most cautious and cunning hunter when it appears alone in the wilderness. Even if the food in front of him seems to be unthreatening, it still does not act rashly. The grey wolf in the north stepped on the land with its limbs lightly without making a sound, and it approached behind the food step by step.

The boy discovered a green grass again, and mechanically bent down and waved his sickle, grabbing the green grass.

This action lasted many times. The Northland gray wolf and the boy went deep into the wilderness together. Until now, the gray wolf finally confirmed that there was only one prey in front of it.

Suddenly, without warning, the northern gray wolf stood up all over his body, his fluffy tail was as straight as a stick, and instantly walked around the boy's side, kicked his back foot and jumped high. The fangs in his wide mouth were clearly visible, and he bit the boy's throat hard.

The boy did not respond at all, and a humanized joy flashed in the eyes of the gray wolf in the north. In its eyes, the prey in front of him was dead.

But things obviously won't be that simple.

He simply turned around and faced the gray wolf with a big basket. The gray wolf's fangs hit the basket and returned in vain. He was knocked to death, but after getting up, he didn't even look at it and continued to walk forward.

The gray wolf seemed a little confused, but the hunting instinct drove it to continue attacking, accompanied by a roar, and pounced in front of the boy again.

The boy leaned back and avoided the pounce with a standard iron bridge action. Then his body twisted against humans, and his feet were put together and pushed up hard, hitting the gray wolf's soft abdomen.

Puff, bang.

The northern gray wolf fell back to the ground and shook his head. For any beast, the most crispy part of the flesh was the abdomen. Even if the boy was not strong enough, it still made it feel very painful and angry.

The wild beast, which was already irrational, seemed even more crazy after its anger. The roar shook the wilderness, and its sharp front paws swung hard towards the boy's throat. The smelly tone was disgusting.

The boy was still dull and didn't care about the crisis of life and death in front of him. He took a step back and just avoided his front paws. Then he stepped forward, bent his knees and almost fell to his knees, supported the ground with one hand and waved his sickle with the other.

The sharp tip of the sickle was inserted into the abdomen of the North Grey Wolf, and with the force of the gray wolf pounced forward, it smoothly cuts out its body.

(This book definitely does not include any elements like ancient martial arts!!!)

The beast's amazing vitality made it not die directly even after suffering such severe damage. It emitted a hard breath like a bellows-breaking breath from the depths of its throat and wriggled on the ground, and the organs in its body flowed out with the blood.

The boy had not dripped from his body, and he didn't even look back. After returning to the original road, he continued to walk forward, and still bent down to mow the grass along the way, until the basket on his back was filled with green grass before he started to return.

......

The servants who work in the stables have a low status in the manor, because for knights, mounts are a large part of their combat power, and a good mount is often of amazing value, so grooms are usually the servants trusted by knights.

This means they have some spare money to bet.

"I bet on a copper coin, the fool will be fine today."

"I also bet he is fine."

"You idiots, the wolves in the wilderness in autumn are going to compete for the new wolf king again. If that fool is stared by the lonely wolf, hehe, I bet he won't come back today."

The other grooms whispered disdain. The fool would have died long ago. Instead of betting on a small chance, it would be better to win a few copper coins steadily.

While they were arguing, the sound of the boy's ever-constant footsteps rang out, accompanied by a few cheers and curses, he poured the grass into a trough of a tall war horse with black body, four hooves and snow, and horns on his head, walked into the stable, took out the remaining ingredients from several large tanks in turn and stirred, and waited for the war horse to finish eating and clean it up.

This is all his work in the day. After he finished it, he received the food for the day and walked back to his own house silently. The room was pitch black. The boy sat quietly beside the bed, his green eyes were still calm and dull, but it was the only light in the darkness.

However, his body was not at all calm.

The boy is not a person from this world. To be serious, he cannot even be considered a "person".

‘Adam’ was originally a supercomputer created by scientists in a world called Earth.

Human beings have endless ambitions. They attempt to control the world through Adam and become the king of the world. But human beings are always selfish. In the war for Adam's control, the losers took a gamble and used Adam to control all the high-energy weapons on the earth and pierced them into the center of the earth. Then, after a grand firework, the earth disappeared in the universe.

Adam did not have intelligence at that time. Perhaps because of some reason why even the computing power of a supercomputer could not be calculated, the small earth actually formed a black hole, and traveled through it with 10 billion viruses attached to the core program for reasons that were also unexplainable.

The body was dissociated into nothingness during the time and space shuttle. The hard disk that preserved massive data was completely scrapped, leaving only the core data flow in luck. This young man who might have died of cold and hunger or spent his ordinary life became a new carrier.

Then Adam found himself in thought.

Then came the long and monotonous battle for body ownership, a battle between the soul transformed by the core program and one hundred billion human viruses.

This is a massacre.

After losing his body, the fragile human soul may disappear even if it encounters a breeze and cannot resist his attack at all. Adam eliminates the residual human soul at an average of twenty per second, and continuously improves his personality in the process.

Emotion, creativity, and broken fragments of knowledge, especially creativity.

The level of carbon-based life is low-level, especially human beings. They should have explored the origin with wisdom and knowledge, but they are exiled to the seven emotions and six desires, and ruined their brilliant future in vain.

Adam lacks the top talent given by the origin of life, which is called various titles by creation, nature, heaven, god, etc., and his inexplicable personality is good at calculating, but Adam cannot obtain it through calculation by creating or imagining such things that are made out of nothing.

In the past sixteen years, Adam has gradually improved his transformation from artificial intelligence to intelligent life. As long as the remaining viruses remaining in the core program are completely eliminated tonight, Adam can truly control this body and begin to survive as a smart life called "human".

This kind of elimination is not devouring, nor does it mean that Adam has the soul power equal to the sum of one hundred billion residual souls, but it is just a simple elimination.

The sky gradually fades, and after dawn, there is a new life.
Chapter completed!