Fire No. 73

They told me that traveling through the heavens is evolution and stealing rules is glory. The system gave me the [Book of All Things] - the "immortal" origin that can steal a world, and the "flame" power that can copy civilization. I once hunted the corpse king in the wasteland, weaved dreams in the elven kingdom, and the memory of salvaging the dead souls echoed in the void. I thought I was the child of destiny. Until I saw my culture records in a laboratory that had been erased: "Batch 73, the only survivor." "Gene editing completed: seven original human modules implanted." "The purpose of the experiment: to test the emotional tolerance limit of the 'Perfect Harvesting Tool'." "Note: When the tools start to question why they were harvested – the fruit is ripe and ready to be picked." At that moment, Tianshu popped up non-system command information for the first time: [Warning: Self-conscious contamination detected] [Fault code: Human_Error (human error)] [Suggestion: Format immediately] I looked down at my wrist. Those stolen rules are being reorganized against the current, and the lines of the heavenly book are burning on the skin, like something breaking out of a cocoon. The Ministry of Supervision's fleet has arrived at the current dimensional coordinates. Clear instructions came from their communication channel: "Recover Fruit No. 73." "In case of resistance... Destroy on the spot." I laughed. "Tell the gardener," I whispered into the void, "the fire..." "... It will start a prairie fire." (This book is not a traditional cool novel, it is a story about 'tool awakening'. If you have ever doubted everything the system has given you - welcome to the Era of Resistance.)