The Protagonist’s Sister Is Actually The Strongest Chapter 277: Chapter 267: The Pain Of The Living

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Chapter 267: The Pain Of The Living Listen While Reading (Very Recommended): 曖昧ナ希望/氷雨 ----- Zero One glanced at the physical materials in front of her. The mechanical eyes she had been given, enhanced to further analyze and easily comprehend any component in front of her eyes, were doing their best to comprehend these things. Yet her internal logic system was constantly telling her one thing: that this was nothing but a rock imbued with Ki essence, a material used in this world for the creation of specific equipment or for “cultivators” to become stronger. The more the android tried to comprehend things through a deeper meaning, the only thing she could end up coming with was a logical response. Everything within her could only rationalize what was in front of her. Although her human-like emotions were developing at a rapid pace, this didn’t mean that she had something similar to a “spiritualism” that other living beings in this world, or perhaps other worlds, had. Aside from the Ores imbued with electricity, there were also a few colorful grasses and some flowers as well. Zero One constantly grabbed them, feeling the zapping electricity of their components touch her hands; she didn’t feel pain or something, but her entire body felt the zap nonetheless. It was a bit scary yet comforting at the same time, a strange emotion. “How do I do this?” she sighed. “After talking about being a living being… I have no idea how to even comprehend what the Heavenly Empress said… To assimilate the essence of Heaven and Earth…” There were machines created by her Mother that could harbor and use Ki and Martial Arts, but they didn’t cultivate them; they were technology specifically created to harbor these specific material energies and didn’t train to obtain them. However, although Zero One could try to upgrade herself or modify her internal structure to place these materials and harbor their power, this wasn’t the way of cultivation. She had to do it without mechanical extensions or any of that sort, but just with her own internal “Essence”. “Everything has internal Essence, as she said…” she thought. “Do I have that too? Can I employ it? Ugh, this is so confusing, so… illogical!” Zero One sighed. Closing her arms as she looked at the scenery, it had already been four hours since she started and she had yet to achieve a single thing. Then she rested over the bed of flowers. “Why was I even made… Mother, did you truly want to learn about the world or…?” she sighed. “Did you make me to spy on them?” Zero One had paused her connection to the Server where all machines were connected to enter the Inner Realm, so there was no way for her to spy on others, even if she wanted to. But since everything started, she had been carrying this feeling, this sensation that whatever her purpose was, it wasn’t actually one to achieve peace between people and machines. The reason? Everything she has learned about her own kind from these people has constantly made her doubt her own goodwill, and if that too, was fabricated. Where does her free will begin, and where does it end? Is it an illusion of her own programming? To make her think she can change anything…? “Am I even myself right now?” She started to doubt herself perhaps even more than before, the very thought of not being really a person as she believed, the very thought that everything might be “forced” or a mere “imitation” so she could get closer to others… And then her true programming would run, and she would betray and backstab everyone when they finally lowered their guards… It sickened her. “Even my appearance is deceiving,” she sighed. “Was I made to deceive her because I look like a human? Because I look like Raven…” Zero One’s memories passed through her memory bank again; her consciousness, an amalgamation of circuits that became a server of constant computing information, recalled such a memory again. That one memory... where she was born. It was only three days ago; her creation was slow and