First Player Chapter 1054

Chapter 1054 Chapter One Thousand and Fifty-Two · “Life after life, it will never die.”

Holding the white flowers in his arms, Su Mingan called:

“Li Yuxuan.”

Li Yuxuan leaned forward.

“Give me a game CD. Has anyone in the army brought one?” Su Mingan said.

"Lord Old God, we are about to reach Jiuyou. Now is not the time for dream patrol..." Li Yuxuan was always patient.

“Bring it to me.” Su Mingan repeated calmly.

Through the close red eyes, Su Mingan saw his appearance clearly. I am still wearing the same clothes as two years ago, and even the rain on my shoulders has not dried yet, like an insect that has just broken through the amber. The wet black hair stuck to his forehead, making his expression look cold and determined.

“…Which game do you want?” Li Yuxuan never disobeys his orders.

“Paragraph 3.”

Li Yuxuan showed an expected expression. He straightened up and looked around at the dark crowd of heads. His ears were filled with the sound of electromagnetic contact. He yelled: "Has anyone brought a game CD? The third one!"

The generals suddenly became very quiet. Li Yuxuan's frequency has the highest priority, and everything he sends out represents the order conveyed by the old god.

There was silence in the channel, with no one responding.

Li Yuxuan sighed, there was almost no signal in the black fog, how could anyone carry a game disc with him.

"…I have."

In the silence, a crisp voice emerged.

Wang Mingming squeezed in, holding a CD in his hand: "I always like to bring some useless things, you take it."

Su Mingan took it.

The detective on the CD holds the girl's hand, and the girl is wearing a beautiful crystal crown, and they walk up the spiral staircase together.

—Before, he didn't know why the **** the CD was wearing a beautiful hair crown, but now he finally understood how heavy it was.

Su Mingan also wants to find a Dream Patrol helmet. The CD made a "click" sound and shattered. It shattered so abruptly that it almost pricked his finger.

He stared at the broken disc blankly, and finally realized something in a moment.

“The game disc... broke by itself?” Li Yuxuan asked in surprise.

This means that the game "Girls' Dream Project"...is over.

All plots, all stories...are completely over. There will be no new parts, no new life. Because, the protagonist of the story...

Su Mingan raised his hand tremblingly.

…This shouldn't be like this. His expression didn't change from beginning to end, but at the moment when the disc was shattered, he couldn't restrain the trembling of his fingers. It was as if a tsunami was about to break the iceberg, revealing the pain he had been holding back for so long.

Until his eyes were fixed on his ring, the sapphire shone beautifully.

　　【Those currently recorded in the Ring of Time: Tredia, Xiaobi, Yaowen, Noah, Sen Kelstia, Beilisel, Linguang T-0321, Alice】

Like a burn, his fingers covered the new name gradually engraved on the ring, and his eyes were unfocused.

This made him suddenly feel as if he was in a nightmare from which he would never wake up. The last thing she left for him was just a white flower.

"...Don't be sad." Li Yuxuan didn't know how to persuade her. Although he was the first to follow Su Ming'an, he felt that he could never get close to Su Ming'an: "Although her destiny was not broken, we all broke our destiny because of you. You Think about it, Yi Zhongyu once said that he would die by your sword at the age of twenty-four, but he is already over twenty-four. I will die in the hands of Su Wensheng, but Su Wensheng will also die long ago. Just died. There are many people who are changing because of you..."

The evening wind collides in the air.

Jiuyou can be seen from a distance.

The fire is like a dragon, burning fiercely, and the river of lava is like the Yellow River in purgatory. These bright red magma are rolling on the edge of the cliff - it turns out that as long as you jump into the abyss, you can reach Jiuyou.

It is really like the ancient myth of the Dragon Kingdom, where at the bottom of the underworld, Manzhu and sandalwood bloom.

This reminded him of the time when Su Xiaobi jumped to the edge of the world.

Two years ago, Alice did the same thing...went down alone.

"I don't suggest you go down. No one knows what Jiuyou is like. It only exists in thousands of years of myths." Li Yuxuan said: "Let us go down for you."

Su Mingan pressed his abdomen. He had already planted a bomb in his body.

“We've come this far, I have to go.” He handed the remote control to Li Yuxuan: “If you feel something is wrong, just press it.”

Li Yuxuan was surprised and said: "What is this?"

Su Mingan said: "A magical prop that can reverse time."

He distributed the remote controls to Black Cat, White Cat and Yi Zhongyu. Some of these remote controls are real, some are fake: "If something doesn't feel right, just press it."

"Are you treating yourself..." Yi Zhongyu's fingers trembled, feeling that the remote control was extremely important: "Are you treating yourself as a prop that can reverse time?"

“It's just that I can do it.” Su Mingan didn't say anything.

After doing this, he looked towards the abyss in the distance.

—Densely packed troops blocked the last stretch of the road. In order to prevent him from jumping off the Nine Netherworld, the gods had been preparing for two years.

Countless magic circles, traps, trenches, barriers... are stuck on this last stretch of road. They seem close at hand, but are actually thousands of miles apart.

"Thank you for your hard work, this is...the last stretch of the road." Su Mingan stood on the chariot, his voice hoarse and calm:

"This is a war initiated by Dawn City. It should be called the 'War of Dawn', but it sounds a bit unlucky, so I won't name it. If I have to name it, let's call it...'The Battle of the Lighthouse'. For future reference People have recorded our names in the annals of history.”

“If it goes well, we won't sacrifice anymore.”

“If it doesn't go well, then…”

　A low-pitched laughter came from people's headsets, like a person with a jerky articulation, looking for the right words:

“I probably shouldn't assume that.”

“Let's get started, for…civilization.”

In the dark mist, there was only the light of the burning talisman.

In the thick dark field of vision, one could not see very far away, as if everyone was wrapped in a pitch-black shell.

Sand dust covered the sky and the sun, loud horns echoed, and the whole world seemed to be dyed scarlet. That is the color of war.

Then, there was a high-pitched cry to kill, a deafening sound of metal collision, and a loud charge.

“Everyone of the Third Army Corps—come with me to charge the Twelve Divisions on the Eastern Front!”

Saroyan Kara, the messenger of the Third Army, left with the explosives. There was a bang and a bright fire lit up in the distance.

"I will resist bravely until death!" Morton Felice, the dream patrolman of the Tenth Legion, drove the gun carriage forward until the vehicle body was also engulfed by the explosion.

“In the past, the old gods protected thousands of years of history, and today I pledge myself to be a lighthouse!” Even the players started shouting, for fear that they were not enthusiastic enough:

“I will go to battle today and swear to use my flesh and blood to establish immortal achievements! Su Mingan is invincible!”

Most of the light surrounds Su Mingan. Like a small blue island standing upright in the black ocean, it remained motionless despite the roaring waves and swaying firelight outside.

Every time someone falls, the next person needs to take his place. They advanced in rows and rows, crawling like wheat.

The shouts and horns shook the ground, the fire of the magma dimmed, and the black mountains of flesh stacked on the road, like an endless black ocean.

In a war to continue civilization, human life is like thin paper, but the will is like a raging fire. No matter how many times he watched this scene, Su Mingan was shocked. It was as if at the moment the first gunshot was fired, everyone's hope was on his shoulders. If the war fails, he will inevitably bear the regrets of all the dead and the sorrow of all the living.

Su Mingan used his [Soul Ferry] function.

　　【Everyone retains the "hard drive" of his or her previous life. You can store all the memories and emotions of the deceased and save them in your "hard drive". 】

　　【Check that you have the skills of the ninth world - biochemical level 10, mechanical level 10. If you have enough resources, you can infuse the memories and emotions of the deceased in your brain into the bionic body, and "resurrect" them in reality. 】

　　【As long as you remember them, they are immortal. 】

　　——You alone are equivalent to the hard drive of a civilization. 】

Su Mingan already had tens of thousands of light spots in his mind.

　　Due to the activation of this function before, he no longer needed to "kill the opponent to save the hard drive". This was a method of fighting the enemy. How could people from thousands of years ago set this method as the only method. Now, he only needs to put his hand on the friend's forehead and recite "Soul Ferry" silently to save them.

It is like a computer with a very large amount of storage. Everyone else is a hard drive. As long as he is connected to it, even if the hard drive is physically destroyed, the information will be permanently stored in his computer.

—In this way, these dying people become “past lives” attached to him.

If you describe it from a magical perspective, this is "past life". From a scientific point of view, this is a "personality hard drive that stores people's lifetime information."

Xiao Jingsan was about to collapse just by holding Xiao Ying in his arms. Su Mingan is responsible for the "past lives" of thousands of people.

…life after life, endless.

“I'm here! Player number one! We've brought a lot of energy to you!”

The player Lu Meng teleported to Su Mingan's side. Her job name is [Wormhole Maker] and she can teleport multiple times. Su Mingan gave her the position of deputy minister of the Ministry of Information and asked her to transport resources between battlefields. Behind her was a row of players who were good at teleportation and fell into the category of [Messengers].

“Holy shit, Su Mingan is alive!” When they saw Su Mingan, the players suddenly became excited.

In previous dungeons, they could only be beaten by NPCs every day. Now Su Mingan can arrange them into the most suitable positions. Those who are good at treatment can join the treatment team, and those who are good at communicating can become messengers, which has completely changed their dilemma.

It's great to hang out with Su Mingan!

But when they wanted to thank him, they discovered that Su Mingan's face was gloomy. He sat alone on the mechanical wheel, holding a scepter studded with gems. He stared at the white light spot on his palm, as if it contained millions of years of information.

…He really looked like a statue of a **** that could not move.

The players stopped smiling.

Su Mingan picked up the stone. It looked like a battery or concentrated nuclear energy. Lu Meng brought many resources, including bionic bodies, artificial skin, and metals.

When Su Mingan's hands gathered light and poured light points into these bionic bodies one by one...

The dead are resurrected.

【What determines a person is his/her appearance, voice, character, habits, personality, memory, emotions...】

　　【When all these can be stored, turned into a life hard drive, and stored in a person's brain - then, when the person pours this information into the bionic body - "the dead come back to life". 】

【He is alone -】

【It is equivalent to the eternal life of a civilization. 】

At this moment, Su Mingan felt the wisdom and perseverance of people thousands of years ago. This plan called "Soul Ferry" spanned thousands of years and eradicated history, and truly shocked him.

The lifespan of human beings is short, no more than a hundred years.

But the "hard drive" can cross a thousand years, come to his side, be revived by his hands, and stand on the battlefield again, until it returns to his destiny and returns to his mind, waiting for the next resurrection.

As long as the “old gods” don't die,

—“the whole civilization” is still alive.

Life after life, it keeps turning and never dies.

The first person Su Mingan was resurrected was the light point closest to the time of his death. He once touched her forehead in the car.

As Su Mingan's face became paler, the bionic body slowly opened its eyes. Purple, jewel-like eyes. She raised her lips and smiled, her voice hoarse, but so familiar.

“Detective…my lord.”

Perhaps, even if the dead people are stored, they will no longer be who they were in the past. But maybe, their souls really have not dissipated, and they will be called by the old gods to return to new bodies.

It can be said that they are really resurrected, so they behave exactly the same. It can also be said that because of the hard drive, they are the same as real people.

Even Su Mingan couldn't tell the difference. Are the resurrected people still them?

The ship of Theseus...is it still the original ship?

If False Noel is not Noel, who is False Noel? If Fake Noel firmly believes that he is Noel himself, and will perform the same sacrificial behavior as Noel, is Fake Noel considered Noel? If he hadn't set a code word with Noel from the beginning, would he be able to tell that Noel was Noel? To take it to the extreme, if the Noel who first met Su Ming'an in the second world is fake, can we judge the authenticity of Noel?

Once a chain of suspicion is formed, it will never end.

But the color and beauty of their souls...are real, spanning thousands of years, traveling down the river...[Ferry] came to him, allowing him to see the wisdom and beauty that spanned thousands of years.

Soul [ferry].

Time is a long river that keeps going back.

He is a [ship] that never stops moving in the long river.

Su Mingan touched Alice's head. After all, he could not regard her as Alice. Maybe she was the real Alice, maybe she just firmly recognized that she was Alice, but since the moment of resurrection, she has been eternally inseparable. Qing became the Schrödinger's cat that is difficult to prove.

—Please don't open the cat's box,

Anchoring the death of “cat”.

In this way, maybe when the humans on the boat look back, the cats will still smile quietly.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter end

Report