First Player Chapter 680

Chapter 680 Chapter 677 · "I won't hurt you again."

There is a concept in science called "quantum entanglement".

A pair of particles rotating in orbit, when they reach a state of dynamic equilibrium, even if they are far apart, as long as either party rotates one more turn to the left, the other party will inevitably rotate one circle to the right, in order to maintain this " dynamic equilibrium".

Using this principle, people can easily transmit information without distance and time difference - if a particle cannot be observed temporarily, people can infer the state of another particle through a known particle.

Grid time is similar to this principle. It is not a linear time from "front to back", but three three-dimensional timelines that have reached a dynamic balance, becoming a three-dimensional superimposed two-dimensional, two-dimensional superimposed one-dimensional grid. Any change in one dimension will affect the data in the other dimension. In this way, using the [two-dimensional] world that can be reset infinitely, the system can correspondingly deduce the [one-dimensional] firewall password according to the infinite calculation of the [two-dimensional].

【two-dimensional】is equivalent to the particle that can be observed, and 【one-dimensional】is equivalent to the particle that cannot be observed.

After the world is "dimension-reduced" into a datbased world, the defense that humans can do is to stack firewalls with data. "Dimensionality reduction" is equivalent to everyone hiding in a computer. [Hewei], as the "source of civilization" plundered by intruders, must find the power-on password.

By continuously introducing variables in [two-dimensional], the variance is reduced—that is, it is possible to calculate a password that makes [one-dimensional] stronger.

This is the principle of the "Dawn System".

Akto made full use of this principle and cooperated with his extremely high intelligence at the top of human beings to build a defensive barrier between three dimensions, allowing human civilization to last for 102 years, and it may continue to continue. .

"..." Su Mingan stood on the spot.

His heart was still filled with shock.

He thought the time of the ninth world was linear, but it turned out to be grid-like. He thought that the Battle of Dawn was going back to the past like a dome, but it turned out to be a nesting doll of three-dimensional stacking two-dimensional stacking one-dimensional. He once thought that "Keusta" was just another historical closed loop, and the game copy played a routine twice, but they turned out to be completely different in nature.

When everyone thinks the world is in the first layer, it is actually in the atmosphere.

Time wraps space, space wraps time, and dimension overlaps time and space. Things are unexpectedly complicated...

He frowned, while Lin Guang was still looking at him.

The wind and snow fell on Lin Guang's white hair, almost merging with the strands of hair. When looking at Su Ming'an, his expression sometimes seemed ignorant and clear, as if all the dirt had faded away.

"Programs don't know that they are programs." Linguang said: "But Lewis, don't be sad, I don't think you are programs. You are different from others. Neither you nor I are programs. Unique in existence. You are a good man."

Su Ming'an was stunned for a while, before realizing what Lin Guang was comforting.

Linguang thought that Su Mingan was still getting hit by the issue of "Whether I am a program". In fact, Su Mingan's thoughts had already flown far and wide to the task of the person in power.

Su Mingan just doubted himself for a moment as to whether he was a program. For him, everything he's going through so far is a product of self-reflection, and he doesn't regret his choices, so the idea is not worth hesitating.

His personal needs have been squeezed to the bottom, and other issues other than "perfect clearance" can no longer affect him. If you still play this game with a high degree of sensibility and take yourself too seriously, it will be difficult for a person to persevere. at last.

Since pondering this idea will not help, he will continue to look forward.

Only when he regards himself as a "consumable" or a "program" for perfect customs clearance can he maintain the most perfect game mentality, otherwise he simply cannot bear the more than 40 deaths that have occurred, and even face the future Hundreds of possible deaths.

…so to speak.

Ling Guang is actually right.

If the criterion for delineating whether a person is a program is "he personally judges whether he is a program", he has already regarded himself as a "program". Saying that he is a kind of program for perfect clearance, there is no problem.

…It's kind of sad to think so.

But he didn't even have the space to be "miserable for himself".

"Forget it." Su Ming'an said, "I would rather I be a program."

will not be tired, will not despair, will not fall into madness, always maintain the best state, maybe he will be much easier than now.

Su Ming'an thought a lot about why he insisted on perfect customs clearance, maybe it was because of the influence of his family environment, maybe it was his sense of responsibility for being selected, maybe it was because he didn't want humans to die after losing. He finally chose this thorny road.

But the reason for him to survive these four months is more than a pure emotion at this time.

Obsession.

- You want to save humanity, at any cost.

—The world situation is getting more and more critical, and you are the most likely one.

—Lin Jiang, Iris, Mo Wen, Luna, Lu Shu, Lu, Nuoer, Yamada Choichi, Yueyue... So many people put the responsibility on you, and a billion people all over the world are watching you.

—Edward, Mizushima Kawakura, Andre, Bonnie… There are so many wicked people waiting for your failure.

—and, there are so many good things in this world, you can't just leave them alone.

He has nowhere to go.

was forced to the edge of the cliff, and one wrong step was the abyss.

"—Lovis, don't be sad."

Lingguang's voice suddenly came: "Violet read a poem to me, I think it fits you well, so I specially learned the character of Longguo and wrote it on the net, I will give it to you..."

Across more than two meters of wind and snow, Su Mingan saw the red light on the nuclear explosion console flickering, and the countdown continued to decrease.

"Since your heart is human, stop the nuclear explosion." Su Mingan didn't care what Lin Guang wrote.

Lingguang should have no reason to launch a nuclear explosion.

With players like them entering, this time the simulation was very successful. Su Ming'an has collected a large number of "sources", which can help the Dawn system to populate the database.

Moreover, even if Lin Guang launched a nuclear explosion, the simulation will continue for more than 20 years. It will not be reset until the 72nd year of the cataclysm, and the world will not be reset because of a nuclear explosion. .

There is no point in this nuclear explosion except that it will kill the vast majority of people.

"I don't." Ling Guang refused.

Su Mingan frowned.

Ling Guang is definitely hiding something, otherwise he cannot explain why Ling Guang has so much information. And Lin Guang claimed to be "not a program", so what is Lin Guang's position in this [two-dimensional] world?

"It's almost time." Ling Guang raised his head: "The countdown to the nuclear explosion is almost over."

He said these truths just to hold Su Mingan.

He looked at the heavy snow in the sky. At this time, it was approaching the early morning, and the fireworks in the distance were getting brighter and brighter. When an inconspicuous little fire burst in the air, it was followed by a dazzling light and a loud rumbling sound, like several large golden umbrellas swirling in the air.

Fluttering, gathering, spreading, bursting... The golden fireworks tail is like a flying butterfly, gradually disappearing in the night sky.

The halo pierced through the wind and snow, reflected on the edge of the scarlet console, reflected on the countdown numbers, and flowed like blood.

His black robe was raised high, almost dyed as white as snow.

"tick", "tick".

[Countdown: 31 seconds].

There are thirty-one seconds left before this land is turned into ruins.

At present, Su Ming'an's physical condition is not enough to fight. He just stood there, as if he had no intention of stopping the nuclear explosion.

"Luvis, I want to tell you something." Lin Guang's eyes lit up, he realized that Luvis finally didn't intend to stop him, and he speeded up his speech: "Although at the beginning, it was you with black hair and gray eyes. Appearance attracted me, but then I gradually discovered that it was you who attracted me. You are different from other people. You have perseverance, determination, and determination. You also have your own world. You are a good person, and I like good people.

His eyes were extremely bright:

"I'm sorry for what I did to hurt you before... So, when those people are gone, I won't hurt you again..."

Lin Guang's voice stopped abruptly.

A sword blade pierced his severely injured body from behind.

The scarlet light hit the sword body, mixed with the blood oozing from the dizzy black robe, and fell down.

Clone Ming walked out of the shadows, and the sword of Yarman flashed coldly in his hand. His body was full of wind and frost, and the alert system taken over by AI Yeya did not reveal his entry into the city.

Linguang was never a person who likes to talk nonsense, he spoke to hold back Su Mingan.

And Su Mingan is the same.

As early as nine o'clock in the evening, when he was preparing for action, Su Mingan called Ming, who was collecting clues outside, to come over, waiting for the final battle-until the end. At the last moment, Ming successfully arrived.

Ling Guang promised not to hurt him in the future...how could it be. From start to finish, Lin Guang himself was the one who hurt Su Mingan the most.

"Drip", "Drip", the halo of aviation obstruction lights flashes in a streamlined manner.

Linguang took a step forward, his left foot pierced into the thick snow blanket with a puff, his face pale as paper.

He stared blankly at the blade protruding from his chest.

Su Mingan reached out for the first time, the red light flashed, the interface of the watch was aligned with the authentication interface, and the image of AI Yeya instantly stood up. The countdown on the panel stopped at [03 seconds].

He clicked on the operation interface, canceled the nuclear explosion, and complex data flashed on the panel. This was a long process.

Ming drew his sword, and Lin Guang coughed blood and fell down.

"Ontology, I don't think he is not Lu Shu." Ming said.

Both Lin Guang's appearance and his ability to control beasts are too suspicious. Lin Guang's own words cannot prove that he is not Lu Shu.

"All right."

Su Ming'an interrupted him, staring at the operation interface: "It's not important anymore."

What determines a person is his temperament and experience, not a name.

"But I don't want you to get to where you are now. Your encounter was even earlier than my birth. You need a psychological anchor. If he is killed by you, then you..." Ming wanted to say a few more words.

"He's Lin Guang." Su Mingan raised his eyes to look at Ming: "Lu Shu probably didn't enter the tower, or was hidden somewhere."

Ming droops his eyelids.

He clenched the blade, and the blood on the ground had spread to his heels.

Su Mingan lowered his head and continued to operate the control interface. Suddenly he heard movement from the other side of the building. He looked up and saw Tretia, who was pierced by countless scarlet hoses. She looked like an insect caught by a spider web. , the hose pierced her limbs and lifted her high, her long beige hair fluttering in the snow.

Ling Guang was lying on the snow, staggeringly propped up his body. Ming that sword saved his life, in order to take out the remaining secrets.

Half of his body was still covered with scorched black and rolled flesh, and the blood that flowed out almost dyed him red. He had begun to lose his senses, a harbinger of death.

Ming's sword completely pierced through all his fantasies... Lewis didn't want to talk to him from beginning to end. He had been talking to himself like a clown before being stabbed through with a sword.

He took a step, stepped back on the heavy snow, blood spilled all the way.

As he backed away, the hose lowered Tretia and pulled away from her body bit by bit. Every time Linguang took a step back, the hose would leave part of it.

—Ling Guang is doing a hostage swap.

If you want Tretia to live, you have to let the light go.

Su Ming watched this scene quietly, the main console was taking control of the city of God under the control of AI Yeya.

[Capture progress: 65%, faction contribution value: 18000 points. 】

[Capture progress: 66%, faction contribution value: 18100 points. 】

"Drip", "Drip".

The bright red numbers keep beating.

"Teacher, we can't let him go, we can't let more people die." Tretia endured the pain, her whole body was covered with penetrating wounds: "Don't worry about me..."

And Lin Guang was also staring at Su Ming'an with resentment, as if he had been betrayed. In the end, he actually needed this means of exchanging hostages to find a way out.

It is impossible for Lewis to disregard Teretia's life. After he leaves the city of God safely, he must...

"Pfft" suddenly, a soft sound.

A scarlet scale fell from the sky and landed precisely on Lin's head. This is a judgment skill.

"Kill him." Su Mingan said.

Clone Ming's figure flashed by, his blade pointed to the front of Lin Guang's chest!

Lingguang and Tretia did not expect that Su Mingan would really do it.

In an instant, the hose entered consistently and pierced through Teretia's body, almost tying her slender body into a hedgehog, and blood shot out in a large area.

At the same time, Ming's blade pierced Lin Guang's chest, almost hanging him on the edge of the roof.

Both sides stand still at the same time.

As if the ice and snow had frozen time, everyone stopped at this moment.

(end of this chapter)

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