In this multiverse, many species have far better fertility than humans.

Even if humans hold a hormone system that is estrus all the time, it takes nine to ten months for one childbirth, and most of each childbirth is one child, human fertility is essentially very weak, especially humans are still flesh and blood creatures, and they cannot reproduce uninterruptedly throughout their lives. Generally speaking, it is already a lot in two or three times, and some individuals even have no adaptability to fertilize each other.

Of course, this is only relative to some particularly high-yield species... Each species has its own advantages and disadvantages in reproduction. Generally speaking, the longer the natural life span, the fewer it will be born, and the shorter the natural life span, the more it will be born. Therefore, for some intelligent species with natural life spans exceeding three thousand years, humans may be a little more difficult to give birth than the Zerg.

In any case, as the most basic link of a smart life society, reproduction creates the foundation of the race, which determines the form of a civilization and social tendencies, and can even determine the direction of its collective will. Changing the reproduction process or essence of a race can undoubtedly change the form of the entire race from the most basic point, whether this change is accelerated or slowed down.

Few races have such courage to make major changes to the reproduction process of their own race - not fear of unknowns, but that they sincerely believe that the reproduction process of their own race is a perfect form that naturally evolved for tens of millions of years, and there is no need to make any change.

But humans are different.

Mrs. Mycrore made a change.

Star Falling, January 1, 858, at 7:34 am, Mycrov World, Far South Eternal Lake, Lange City General Hospital.

A young man was waiting anxiously outside the operating room. He walked back and forth in the corridor, like a tireless walking machine. You could see boxes of ice cream piled up in the trash can be imagined. While waiting, the nervous gentleman ate how much ice cream the nervous gentleman ate.

It can be seen that he likes to eat vanilla flavors.

The man looked only in his early twenties, and was handsome, very young, with black hair and a rare purple-red look. He raised his head from time to time, looked at the closed operating room door, and glanced at the elegant line of handwritten handwriting in the signboard on the wall.

【Smoking is not allowed in the hospital】

"Who can smoke!"

He angrily scolded himself, "Go to see the child with the smell of smoke - I'm not mentally retarded."

It is obvious that this gentleman - no, now he can say 'this father', and the reason for waiting in the hospital is already very obvious. He is waiting for his wife to give birth to the crystallization of their love. However, this process can basically be achieved by the efforts of his mother alone, and as a father, he can only be like a chocoon with anxiety, which is no different from a waste.

I don’t know how long it took, but the red light in the operating room finally turned green, and an elf doctor who looked very relaxed but not very tired walked out of it.

"Mr. Favneil Chris, the operation was successful, and both the wife and the child were healthy."

Stopped the movements of Favnier who wanted to enter the operating room, the elf doctor sighed and comforted the other party, "Oh, you can't go in now. Your wife is a...well, goblin. I mean, that scene might be a bit unsightly, just... you know, a little weird."

"What's wrong!" Mr. Favnier glared: "Are you questioning my love for Vera?!"

"...No." The elf doctor was stumbled and could not express the subsequent warning. He could only shake his head and said, "Okay, but to be honest, I will never understand the strange orientation of you humans..."

This time, he did not stop him.

Although it was very imposing, when Favnier walked into the operating room, he was still cautious and cautious, afraid of disturbing anyone. But soon, the voice of a slightly weak cheerful lady came from the inside.

"Dear, is it you?"

"It's me, it's me!"

Hearing this sound, Favnier immediately became energetic, and then the small ward ran quickly. The next moment, he saw a shiny ball of light, a very petite human being lying on a trait white crystal operating table (the size of two palms), while several elves doctors and nurses on the side were removing the traits of micro surgical tools.

"The difficulty of spiritual separation surgery is not as high as expected, and it feels quite simple."

"It's really hard to get them pregnant at the beginning than to give birth... I really don't understand it. It's okay to cross species, but how can they (humans) still have trans-body estrus?"

"Oh, don't you say this, the patriarch of the Lange tribe married a sea dragon lady with the blood of the Thunder Ancient Dragon? That's also a cross-species and a cross-body shape."

"But Long has human transformation techniques, and that clan leader is also a druid, and he can transform animal nature - it's easy to say."

Favnier could naturally hear these unconcealed conversations, but he had no time to argue with these people what Plato's spiritual love is, and he was too lazy to explain to these people what "combination by relying on dependence" - that is more thorough than simple blood fusion, directly fusion from the soul, giving birth to the next generation of the two people's soul thinking.

The process is a bit troublesome. If it weren't for the fact that the Mycrov civilization has been exposed to a lot of pure energy and spiritual life in the past ten years, such as the champion of the golden single group of the first Diversified Galaxy Civilization Invitational Tournament, "Ammond Civilization", and has received their assistance in research, otherwise, it would be a huge problem to let humans and fairies who originally did not have this function give birth to offspring.

"How is it, my dear?"

Since the spiritual essence separation operation was very successful and there was no saying that the fairy was infected, the doctor did not stop Favnier from approaching. He came to the white crystal operating table and stared at it nervously, and the wind fairy who seemed a little weak because the spiritual essence separated out.

"I'm fine, I just want to act normally, I probably have to wait for a few days."

It can be seen that this wind fairy has long green hair and light golden eyes make her look pretty and cute. A pair of lattice wings that are a bit like the energy shield of the void warship prove that she is a fairy close to the new era. She is holding a small dot of light at this time, and her face is filled with the glory of motherhood - but the whole fairy is only the size of a palm.

Several doctors who were about to leave looked at Favnier with vain. They always felt that this was a crime, but they could not find any evidence.

For the fairy, separating part of the spiritual essence is like separating part of the flesh and blood. In fact, Favnier has already separated part of his own spiritual essence, but that was something that happened a few months ago and has recovered almost this morning.

"Anyway, our children are healthy!"

As he said this, the wind fairy named Vera happily raised the light spot in his hand, and Favnier carefully used his magic power to turn into an invisible gentle position, replacing his overly huge hand, and lifted up the light spot as big as a fingernail of his little finger.

"Yes...I felt...a very stable energy frequency, very good, great!"

"Cough, cough."

Just as the couple was talking sweet words, talking about each other's feelings, and even starting to look forward to the future of their children, accompanied by a light cough, the elf doctor walked slowly at first. He squinted his eyes, looked at a document in his hand, and then looked at it sternly, as if it was a routine: "Congratulations to both, the operation was very successful, mother..."

Speaking of this, he got stuck. I don’t know if he was talking about ‘son’ or ‘female’, but the doctor was an elf after all, and he used a singing twist tone to bring this passage: “… According to this ‘New Mycrov Fertility Method’, I must ask you for your opinions, and you must all know the content.”

“Anyway, do you agree to our 'God-machine companion' ritual for newborns?”

Is this still necessary to ask?

Favnier and Vera first looked at each other, and then said in unison: "We agree!"

But that's the case, Mr. Favniel Chris was still a little nervous. He swallowed, looked at the light spot in his hand, and said to himself with some doubt: "But can my child really perform the companion ceremony now? I mean, it should be okay to grow up and come back?"

After all, according to the news he received before, the most primitive ritual of the divine machine companionship requires taking out a part of the newborn's body for the ritual, and then putting it back into the newborn's body to achieve companionship. And his own child... After all, it is quite special. Perhaps he or she will have a semi-entity of human beings when he or she grows up, but now it is a pure elves.

Is this OK?

“No problem.”

The doctor had obviously thought of similar questions for a long time, and shrugged, "The old ritual three years ago was generally based on the traditional ritual methods of the adult family. Although it could achieve a stable resonance rate of 100%, many parents of children thought it was too bloody and might be harmful to the children, so they always refused. So soon, two years ago, there was a brand new method that did not need to take out part of the body, but directly used the instrument in the air."

"And now, our technology has improved."

As he said this, a faint blue temporal and space-time glow appeared in the doctor's hand. Soon, a silver ray contained inside was like a test tube filled with a tiny galaxy appeared out of thin air, and was held by the doctor: "By learning from the highest creation of the 'sanctuary civilization', the structure of the 'black fog', and some unique technology of Mycrov, we developed the 'spiritual reagent'. This ritual that carries the companionship of the divine machine, not only does not need to take out part of the body, nor does it need to directly hold a ritual for the newborn. It only needs to turn the spiritualized divine machine core into a reagent to inject it, so that the newborn can obtain the companionship of the divine machine."

"I think it makes sense to call this ritual "artificial gods" in the past - but we have more weapons than them, haha."

After so many years, many top-secret information has been gradually released, and now it has become a joke to reconcile the atmosphere between doctors and patients.

After hearing the doctor's explanation, Favnier and Vera were both relieved - it was not that they were old-fashioned, but that their children were indeed in a special shape and could not bear too much damage when they were born, but soon, the doubts of the newborn appeared again: "But doctor, our children are so young... this spiritual reagent is too big, right?"

The doctor sighed, and handed Favnier the core test tube of the divine machine that had turned into spiritual reagents in his hand to Favnier, and then made a "load" action.

For a while, Favnier couldn't react, but Vera, who was beside her, understood. She first realized it, and then was shocked: "Pret... put it in?"

She looked at the test tube, and at this moment, the vision of the baby car appeared: "Bottle...the little man in the bottle?!"

"Otherwise, can't I still inject it into it? It's not a balloon."

The doctor was not concerned about the shock of the two: "The spiritual reagent is the best culture medium for spiritual life during growth, at least much better than you put it outdoors. Moreover, during the process of growth, he gradually coexisted with the magic machine. In the future, his resonance rate between him and the magic machine will definitely reach an extremely high level, and it is not difficult to break the 'measurement limit 100%'. Believe me, we have done more tests in this area than you imagined."

Not to mention the two people holding the test tube and the newborn light spot, with a confused face and wondering how to "put it in". The perspective stretched, they left the hospital in the city center and came to the entire Lange City.

You can see that on the street, people come and go, all races, and all forms of life, including human-shaped lives with flesh and blood, as well as mechanical individuals with iron and steel bones. In the air, there are ghosts and winged intelligent life flying. These forms are different, and some of them even come from different civilizations in another world, without exception, all of them turn into human forms and walk in the human world.

Logically speaking, among all the people, it should be a difficult thing to distinguish the purebred Mrs. Mycroro, but it is not.

You can see that on the street, almost every Madame Mycrolo has a semi-spirited body of different shapes floating around or behind. They are either humans, weapons, and even animals, monsters, objects, musical instruments, or other geometric bodies of strange shapes. Any existence with such a semi-spirited body is undoubtedly Madame Mycrolo.

Even children aged seven or eight have corresponding spirits floating on them, protecting and guiding playful children to avoid dangers - human children may not know what sinister is, but as their companion, the best playmate, guide and weapon.

Regardless of whether they will not need such guidance in the future, at least now, the "Shen Ji" will open up a safe and smooth road for them before they grow up.

Of course, not all Madame Mycroo chose to be accompanied by divine machines. At least, there are still some people who look at this sudden appearance of half-body spirit in confusion.

"How can you ensure this kind of companion safety?"

They always ask this, their tone is full of doubts, and even attack fiercely: "You can't make sure you are not sure? If the divine machine will backfire, wouldn't we ordinary people like us who do not have extraordinary power die?"

Because of various reasons, they always refuse to change, but their doubts cannot be considered wrong. At least, in the process of developing the magic machine, developers have long thought of this problem earlier than them.

And the answer to this question is ‘nothing’.

Unsafe? It's right. There is no 100% security in this world. If you want absolute safety and peace, you can only recommend death... Oh, death is not considered peace, because an absolute strong man, even if the dead are annihilated in the void, can forcibly reverse entropy and time and drag people back forcibly.

Even the original body of humans is not safe - various genetic diseases, various natural defects, and even the natural shortcomings that are nurtured in the embryo are more dangerous than artificially manufactured and seeking perfection? Not to mention other things, toothache, stomach problems, digestive problems, cancer... Which one does not make people suffer, and which one is not dangerous?

Moreover, compared to the magic machine that has never had any problems at present, what humans should be most vigilant about is other things - such as car accidents, exploration in another world, accidentally hitting a sharp thing, learning spells lead to backlash, and excessive grinding of fighting spirit causes life to decline... The whole world dies from extraordinary power of cultivation, and countless people die from their own swords, and they don’t see anyone not learning magic fighting spirit, and they don’t use weapons and tools.

You know, God knows how many people died of a sudden practice in the past.

However, the magic machine can avoid most of the above dangers.

They are spirits and weapons that accompany humans. When they hold companion rituals, they can transform the companion's body and allow them to reach a natural perfect state. They can avoid sudden attacks, prompt dangerous areas, and warn them before the spell backfire. They bear together when the spell backfires, and practice fighting spirit can also guide the companion. If the companion ritual is determined, at least they can help the other party prepare suicide notes (some of them will choose to notify the city guards or the companion's parents).

Perhaps in the future, if the magic machine is accompanied by something bad and bad will occur, such as giving birth to a group of useless people who rely on the magic machine for everything - but even if such people do not have the magic machine, they will rely on their parents to rely on their parents to rely on their parents. In the final analysis, they are all wastes, and the magic machine will at least prevent them from making mistakes because of the waste.

As for the divine machine that backfires the companion... it is not impossible. For example, the companion is too useless, and the divine machine is really unbearable to squeeze out and resist. However, in the final analysis, it is a spiritual body that is born from the companion's own soul and body. What you have to say is really backfire. In a sense, it is just a schizophrenia that is stinging with your left hand and schizophrenia. Moreover, this situation has not yet happened and cannot be used as a counterexample.

Of course, there are also some people who do not try to accompany the magic machine because of such shallow reasons.

Outside the Lange City Central Hospital, a middle-aged man who looked not very old last year was staring at the hospital with complex eyes. He could sense that his son and daughter-in-law were among them, for his... grandson or granddaughter? Forget it, don't worry.

All in all, they are happy and happy.

But as a "grandfather", he felt all kinds of emotion in his heart.

"Divine machine..."

Chris Radcliffe, who is now named Philstener Chris, breathed a long sigh: "Is this fate?"

His father wanted to do it for the sake of rights and to bear responsibility.

He doesn't want it. For freedom, to evade responsibility.
To be continued...