Manufacture God's Puppet!

Chapter 2: Produce A God!

When I came to my senses, I found myself lying in a small, dark space. My head was dizzy, there seemed to be more than a few things I didn't even know. About a freak named Bridget Arnold. A noble. 

It's like a movie about this person's life from birth to war. It makes me feel like I'm that Bridget, not me in the present. Because he and I have the same name. 

Let's put aside the groundless doubt, first I have to think about how to get out of here and then go on.

Using all my strength, I poked a little bit of what was covering my body with my fingernails. It's soft, but it's very strong, without light or air. But I'm sure I can still live without them, isn't it? The more I check and review, the more I have nothing to say. I think I'm in a giant cocoon. Or maybe I'm getting smaller myself.

The more I think about it, the more I trust my judgment. I turned into an insect. But that's not true. If I'm dead, I'd say I'm an insect.

I sighed for a moment… My numbers are miserable.

Let's see if I've got feathers, wings, or a mustache... I feel around... wingless... Go on, touch... Phew, there's no fur or beard. But I know one thing for sure. I'm naked. Totally.

After a while, scratching, tearing up what was called a "cock" constantly, I finally got out.

But when I got out, I suddenly remembered something. I'm naked, come out, and if someone catches me... then... That image. It's a bit complicated. Look around for a minute. I came out at night. I think it's better. 

"Phew".

Suddenly, the sound of G****e Transition almost fell out of my heart.

"If the owner doesn't look far away, this is a very safe system. No one's looking at the naked owner, showing off his goods. Relax."

His voice was very normal, but somehow I saw this guy cursing at me.

If there's no one... I can go out.

I came out of a cocoon, and in front of me was a child about seven or eight years old. It's as white as egg whites. It's flawless. My hair is split, and I want to touch the reddish-brown color. Bright eyes were moved, curious to look around, and if you pay attention I'd see in those eyes that the boy had a little red light and then disappeared quite quickly.

"The owner hasn't fully fused his blood vessels and passed on the memories of the Vampire, but in general, it takes a lot of time for humans to evolve into aristocrats. Time is what we do. I'm not short of..."

It stopped for a moment and then went on:

"I don't have a name, so I can think of myself as a system or artificial intelligence, and when I haven't contacted my name yet, I've lost a lot of data. But the basic data remains.n, Now that I've chosen my employer as my partner, I'm going to give you some information and your options for future development. First of all, please re-name my system. I'll teach you how to choose the right way to work for yourself.

AI systems all speak for their new collaborators.

I'm a little disappointed that my signature hasn't fused completely. But in the next few words, he broke the rules seriously and said his purpose. It's just intelligent software, the whole thing. There's no important data or information. We need to start rebuilding from scratch.

"Wait! I don't even have a name. How can I give you a name?"

I shouted in a hurry.

"Hmm. Whatever you want to name... Super High Priest Champion or Super High Priest of the Universe... It's all cool. Wait, wait. There's no name. Don't people have names? Why don't they have names when they're born?"

The system is self-satisfied, suddenly choking, stuttering? I immediately replied:

"I'm dead. I have two memories in my head, of me and another Bridget Arnold, if I'm not mistaken. When the other person was in trouble, I took something from him, plus that we were of the same name, so I was able to...I appreciate my brother for that."

My voice sounded somewhat immature, with some lingering feelings, but mostly thanks to that unfamiliar Bridget Arnold, who gave me a chance to live.

"If this body was given to him, then I'll keep the name Bridget Arnold. I have too many painful pasts for the name Bridget Arnold, but I can't spare the heart of the person who reconstructed it, cough me."

I smiled at the system and said:

"We look forward to cooperating in the future." 

Response system:

"Not bad. Then I'll tell you some of the identity problems you're using. You're lucky to get some of the other person's blood and meet my system. Your body is Bridget Arnold. He's an ancient vampire, the ruler of the blood, his strength is his spirit and his strength. Blood control. I don't know anything else, but overall, it's grade A. You're not fully integrated with this bloodline, so only grade B-. You need my help to get stronger."

The system concludes. But I don't want to be strong.

"I don't want to be strong." - I said. 

"Sorry, I think I have a problem with my ears... I can hear a virtual sound... maybe I should go to sleep..." - The voice tremor system. I thought I was out of my mind, so I misheard it. 

"I don't want to fight. I don't want to be strong..." 

I couldn't cry and laugh, but the voice was calm, clear, and emphasized again. The last system can no longer pretend to be misheard, crying out:

"Oh, my god! Why?"

“I haven't finished yet. Calm down a little bit and pinch. I have a headache.”

I roared, rubbing my forehead. This guy's crying like the Grim Rebellion is a terrorist.

"Okay, tell me." - The sound of a system without affection.

"Flipping your face quickly…" - I just found out that this system is so shameless and shameless. I can't believe it. I slowly said the reason:

"I hate fighting, I don't want to fight or hurt anyone unless... someone wants to hurt me, otherwise I won't hurt anyone." 

I hate war, it destroyed my village and took everything from me, but I hate it even more than the people who created it. I swear, I won't kill or slaughter anyone as long as they don't touch me. The same things I love... Otherwise... I'll make him live and die.

"Oh my! If you're strong, who's going to tease you or touch you? Think about it. If you're strong, there will be people who are scared of you and follow you. Back then, pretty girls, pretty girls. Pure, cute. Pride, big chest, lovely lolly, don't kneel at your feet."

The system laughs out loud. I looked at him with contempt and said:

"I'm drooling! I'm so gross..." 

I'm covered in fine hair. This guy, he's an unruly, pervert, soap sickness, pretending to be innocent. It's scary.

The system doesn't know I'm being hit by a series of "disease-deficient" labels on my head, still imagining all kinds of beauties under my feet...

"I don't want to be a god, I won't make a god!" - My voice breaks the system's imagination. Make this guy stand for five seconds.

"What... what?" - Suddenly the system stuttered, it asked again:

"What did the boss just say?" 

"I don't want to be a god. Because I want to make a god!" - I had a strange, funny look in my eye and said a fatal shock!