First Player Chapter 824

【Death cannot boast that you are adrift in his shadow,】

【Because you are as long as time in my immortal poem. 】

【—"Shakespeare Sonnets Sixteen Psalms"】

The moment the last code arrived, the **** was imprisoned into an electronic ghost, dragged into a space invisible to the naked eye.

When the imprisonment was formed, Su Mingan followed the gods and stepped into it.

He wants to have one last chat with the god.

White data flickers around, and everything in the prison space is imagined by the prisoner, just like the dream of the prisoner.

The dream of the gods is a vast wilderness.

Under the distant sunlight, the **** stood there, next to an old old piano, playing jumbled notes automatically. He is like an exile far away from his homeland, alone, his black hair blowing in the wind.

"Su Mingan."

When Su Mingan approached the god, the **** spoke softly:

"you win."

Su Mingan paused, and said:

"It was the billions of people in the ruined world who won."

"Nine seats won."

"Asa Actor won."

"It's okay, it's all the same." The **** shook his head.

Su Mingan walked up to the god. The two stared at the sun in the distance, and the ginkgo leaves fell on their shoulders.

"By the way, you haven't seen my appearance yet." The **** said.

Su Mingan stared at the **** until the **** turned his head.

—Shows a face similar to Actor.

Soft eyebrows, dark gray pupils, with both the softness of the East and the depth of the West. If you smile, the end of your eyes will be raised, which will make you feel like a spring breeze.

"Su Ming'an, have you heard of 'Original Origin'?" The **** said, "Have you ever thought that there might be people with similar temperaments as you in this huge world? Your hobbies, personalities, and ideals are very similar. How well do you look in the mirror?"

Su Mingan: "Original?"

God said: "That is the most primitive form of human beings, just like the reflection in the water."

Su Mingan said: "I don't understand."

God smiled:

"Su Ming'an - if you were born in Praia, you would become 'Su Lin'. If Su Lin was born in Zhai Xing, he would become 'Su Ming'an' - this is the 'Original'."

"If Actor was born in my civilization, he would become a 'god'. If I was born in a world of ruins, I would be 'Asa Actor'."

The words of the gods caused Su Mingan's face to change dramatically.

He stepped back and pondered the philosophy in the Word of God.

"Everything about human beings starts from nature, and then gradually forms a complete person from acquired experience. When experience and experience do not start to fabricate us—our "originality" is the same."

"When the acquired experience began to distort us, human beings began to divide into classes. Babies who were originally similar at birth, after entering different family situations, their acquired personalities will undergo earth-shaking changes, and thus create different 'people' .”

"Babies from poor families will cherish the hard-won material conditions more. Babies from wealthy families tend to look beyond money. Their division has just begun here. The same is true for other conditions-the degree of care of the original family, The personalities and unique experiences of friends around you... will gradually begin to fabricate this 'primordial land'."

"If Lin Guang had all of Lu Shu's life experiences and your friendship from the beginning, would he have become the 'Lu Shu' of today? If Lu Shu had suffered 2,300 people's indifference and criticism like Lin Guang Fear, don't know what love is, and can only perceive it by self-harm, will he become the 'Lin Guang' of today?"

"Su Ming'an, this is 'Original'."

"There are countless similarities between civilization and civilization, including the appearance, temperament, and surname of some people, just like what you have seen before..."

"[Akinie Refrigerator]."

The words of the gods made the entire live broadcast room dumbfounded.

Su Mingan pressed his heart, suppressing his shortness of breath.

"The Ninth World—!" he shouted.

God paused slightly, with a smile in his eyes:

"Su Ming'an, how do you want to understand it? Future timelines, different original worlds, worlds with the same name, or the host's malice? I don't have an answer to this question."

"Then why is Noah like Nuoer and Lin Guang is like Lu Shu? Why do the world of ruins have so many correspondences with Zhai Xing? I don't believe that a single 'Original' can answer the question." Su Mingan asked immediately: "What is the cataclysm of the century?" What? Why did the dawn system come into being?"

The **** said softly: "You can go back and ask the dawn system yourself about these questions."

Su Mingan was stunned for a moment.

The **** just raised his head, looking at the sun in the distance.

He is imprisoned here and can't see anything.

His civilization is crumbling.

And he couldn't return home.

"The battle of civilizations...you can only live and die, the loser loses everything, and tens of billions of people die..." The **** said sadly:

"You defeated my civilization, and my 'source of civilization' will belong to the ruined world. Presumably, your civilization is enough to survive."

"If we were honest, Su Mingan, we could have become friends, we were the same kind of people who could understand each other.

"But we have to be strangers because we have to fulfill our mission, and it's our choice...because that's who we are."

"'Such a person?'" Su Mingan said softly.

"Idealist." Said the gods:

"Determinate, rational, crazy, silent, not understood, desperate."

The spring breeze blew through the branches.

The long wind blows their fluttering sleeves, and their reflections seem to overlap indistinctly.

"My civilization was once invaded by the gods. After falling into zero dimension, a civilization found my civilization's "Keusta" and began to invade my civilization." The **** said:

"So, for the survival of my civilization, I became a dragon that invaded the new civilization."

“Over the years, I have seen supernovae disappear in big bangs, and I have also seen the magnificent galaxy in the universe.”

"I take up the responsibility of saving the world and lead my civilization to the final chapter of the new world."

"My soul is imprisoned here, and the lifespan of civilization is like my life..."

"I thought my civilization would survive as long as I looted."

"I thought that as long as I was saved, I could live forever in their sight."

"I thought that as long as I walked in the abyss alone and became a greedy god, others would be able to smile in the light."

Su Mingan stood beside him.

The **** tilted his head slightly.

Daylight painted his pale face, with deep dark circles under his eyes. For the victory of his own civilization, his expression was even more haggard than Akto in Su Mingan's memory.

“…But I missed my appointment with them.”

"Not able to bring them into the spring, sorry."

Under the ginkgo tree, the eyes of the gods were slightly red.

His hand was raised high, and he didn't know whether he was trying to catch the sun, or trying to touch the civilization thousands of miles away.

In places invisible to his naked eyes, everything he loves and cherishes is collapsing, disintegrating, and disappearing.

"God." Su Ming'an said: "After today, the dawn system will definitely destroy all electronic ghosts and will not give you a way to survive. I hated you before because you and I have different positions... If we are no longer enemies, you are willing to come with me ?"

The favorability of the **** is as high as 80 points. If it is higher, it can be taken away with the power holder skill. Both the wisdom of the gods and the strength of technology are very practical.

Shenming was slightly taken aback.

"Is the skill of the person in power?" the **** laughed.

"Are you willing?" Su Mingan said.

God smiled: "I said, we are the same. If you were me, would you be willing to live alone after the destruction of your own civilization?"

Su Mingan was silent for a while.

"I see." He knew the god's answer.

"Let's go." The **** said: "You have brought the spring of the ruined world with your own hands. Go and see for yourself. At the last moment, don't stay with enemies like me."

"May I know your real name?" Su Mingan asked.

The gods just laughed:

"I forgot."

"After becoming a 'God', my name is long gone."

Su Mingan turned around.

When he was about to leave here, he looked back.

Under the sun, the **** still maintains the original posture, standing under the ginkgo tree. The sunlight outlined his clear outline, and the dark gray eyes reflected the sky.

Virtual white birds landed on his shoulders, and one after another illusory lilies bloomed at his feet, like a dream about spring.

One after another, illusory souls floated beside the god, and the **** imagined these friends of his own, who hugged him tenderly, as if saying goodbye to him softly.

And he hooked the corners of his lips, there was light in his pupils, and his eyes were gentler than water.

For a moment, Su Mingan thought he saw Akto.

For another moment, Su Mingan thought he saw himself.

It seems that fate made a little joke with them, but it made such a difference.

"Indeed... the same." Su Mingan murmured.

He turned and left the confined space.

The moment he left,

The **** closed his eyes, and voluntarily gave up maintaining this electronic body, and the body shattered.

His last pride is self-destruction, along with his fallen civilization.

The sun is fading, the ginkgo is withered, and the soul is flying.

The last ray of afterglow fell on him,

Also like a monument to humanity.

In the 53rd year of the New Era, Asa Actor detonated the central building, poured the throne of Hephaestus with himself, and dispersed with the gods of Tavi. In his own body, he killed God.

Hereafter.

spring is coming.

When the sun was fully up, people were still crying.

Some of them were limp on the ground, bathed in the golden sunlight. Someone was still holding a torch, with stiff wrists.

Even they themselves couldn't believe it, they would usher in such an ending. It was no less than standing on a small boat that was about to be swallowed by a tsunami, but suddenly arrived on land.

How many people hugged each other tightly, laughing and crying out of desperation.

New students.

"The city lord... the city lord..." The white-haired An Jie raised her head, her eyes were red from crying, and the tears burst. She cried and laughed, unable to control her emotions like most people here.

"The Santo..."

He has died with the gods and brought people into the new century.

Not a traitor, not a fugitive, not Tavi's lackey.

He is a hero.

He brought new life to this dying world and this burnt civilization. Take the people who are destined to die in the years, and cross the other shore with their souls.

Countless players stood in the sun, holding the unextinguished fire, staring at the central building burning in flames.

On the rooftop, there is no longer the figure who said he would bring them spring.

The long wind blows the dust, and the wild flowers are looming in the soil. Spring has really come.

But that person is no longer there.

Millions of idle hours in the world pass by before a truly historic moment begins, the moment when human beings shine brightly.

He stood on the other side of the long river of time, looking at the thousands of lights in the world, saying goodbye to him one by one.

This is the battle of civilizations.

Despair and Rebirth. People are united as one, using their lives and souls to win the future for their own homeland, their own world, and their own civilization.

There is nothing more breathtakingly beautiful than this scene.

Above the city-state, a soul that no one can see is floating in the air.

He walked out of the confined space, his soul was floating in the air, and his body had already been burned to death in the flames of the plane explosion.

The new dawn of the city-state penetrated his transparent soul and sprinkled on the firelight, blending one by one, like a dance of blood red and gold.

He quietly listened to the cheers of the people, the light was sprinkled on the street inch by inch, and the broken bricks and tiles of the building fell down.

The white bird flew from the bell tower and flew into the bright dawn.

In the system prompt, a line of text shines brightly.

【Perfect clearance progress: 100%】

He stared at the cheerful crowd, and suddenly felt that this world was out of place with him. But when he looked away, a figure hugged him.

"…grandfather."

The blond boy rushed from behind him, wrapping his hands around his neck. Under the majestic sun, the boy is as warm and dazzling as a small sun.

Two transparent figures overlapped, and the sunlight penetrated through their bodies.

"Is it a hallucination?" Su Mingan's voice was very soft.

"Does Grandpa believe in ideals or reality?" Noah blinked: "If I believe in ideals, does it matter if I am an illusion? If I believe in reality, then say goodbye to illusions. I walked too fast back then I haven't had time to say goodbye to grandpa."

"..." Su Mingan put his hand on Noah's illusory finger.

He saw the white bird on the clock tower flying far away, over the high wall, nibbling the green leaves of spring.

He saw the nets under the eaves of the street dancing like a rainbow under the long wind.

He saw the tall ginkgo tree, the golden leaves were like butterflies, flying inch by inch.

More and more souls gathered around him, and it was hard to tell whether they were real or hallucinations.

If you believe in fairy tales,

Maybe believe them to be true.

"Goodbye, sir."

The gray-haired Sen Kelstia smiled.

"Lord, goodbye."

Xia Sheng, who was still young, saluted Su Mingan as farewell.

"Goodbye, Santo. I'm going to find Mama Faith."

Yaowen waved at him.

"You who don't know your name... goodbye."

Tretia, with long beige hair, looked at his figure with nostalgia. She pursed her red lips and smiled quickly.

"Su Mingan, goodbye."

Xiaobei finally admitted his name.

"Grandpa, goodbye."

The blond boy shouted loudly:

"The city-state really has spring. I saw it, and you didn't lie to me—this is really the most beautiful spring. If there is an afterlife, grandpa, let's ride a motorcycle together, see seabirds, and see flowers."

"Xiaoshuai, goodbye."

The girl wearing the demon fox mask waved her hands full of nets, still with a sly smile on her face:

"This time there is no 'goodbye' next time, remember how I look, okay?"

"goodbye."

"goodbye…"

Su Mingan tried hard but clumsily to recall their appearance, and as he remembered bit by bit, the frowns, smiles, and actions of those people quickly reappeared before his eyes.

There are more and more people around him, and the sunlight penetrates their transparent bodies. They smiled and said goodbye to him like a grand banquet.

They called him different titles and used different farewell words to bid him a final farewell.

The images they present, without exception, are the most dazzling moments in life, and also the most profound moment in Su Mingan's memory.

At that moment of life and death—

Su Mingan will always remember them.

Finally, a white-haired young man gently hugged him.

"Although I've waited for a long time, spring is beautiful, so it's okay."

The white-haired youth smiled at him.

"Very good."

"It's great to meet you, Luvis."

"If there is an afterlife, in the next life, I still want to meet you."

Su Mingan stared blankly into his eyes.

Maybe it's been a long time,

And maybe just for a moment.

All the mixed voices suddenly disappeared as if they had suddenly lost their hearing.

Su Mingan's soul felt a clear burning sensation, and the pain felt like branches and leaves growing wantonly, wandering in his feelings.

The mana was exhausted, the puppet thread broke, and his soul fell down uncontrollably, about to return to the body that had been burned to death. At that time, what awaits him is complete death, and his consciousness is transferred to the clone.

The endless sunshine descends from the sky, like a vast ocean.

He fell in the sky like a sinking whale.

The departed souls passed him by, waved goodbye to him, and rose towards the dawn of the sky like birds. It seems to turn into dense stars and sprinkle to the sky.

One person falls, ten thousand people rise.

He will fall back to the world, and the souls that died in the war will be like free birds, rising above the sky.

"—In my next life, I still want to be Yaowen's mother."

"—If there is an afterlife, Grandpa, we must go see the seabirds, I want to really try to live in the spring."

"—I want to try to learn how to make Hanfu, it seems to be very interesting..."

"—You who don't know your name, in the next life, can I ask your name in person?"

"—Xiaoshuai, remember my appearance, okay?"

"—The program can't reincarnate, and there is no afterlife. But, if I can meet you again, I want to feed you my Zheergen. Strawberries are also fine, and any delicious food is fine."

"-The spring is so beautiful, I really want to see it for the rest of my life. In my next life, old man, I must eat noodles with green onions..."

"—grandma, grandma, I want to see what the universe looks like, how far the sky is..."

They are no longer restricted by the harsh winter, like white birds breaking free from the shackles, leading to a new life above the sky.

Su Mingan stretched out his hand and waved to them with a smile.

The gods who imprisoned this world are no longer able to intervene in the world, and the long-lost sunshine lingers among the souls, like the milky way.

The sun seemed to take special care of Su Mingan. When he fell, the orange-red sunlight always followed his outline, inch by inch.

A figure suddenly appeared from the air and approached him. Her black hair was clear from root to root, her green eyes were like a pair of emeralds, and her figure was as transparent as his.

She and him fell together in the disintegration of the building, behind which is a new rising dawn.

"Dong Anan...?" Su Mingan called out her name.

"I am the antivirus program T-0001. You can call me Su Xiaobi, or Dong Anan." A line of facial expressions appeared on her head, and the girl's pupils reflected brilliance:

"Thank you for saving us, Su Mingan (^^*

"The plane exploded, it hurts." Su Mingan said.

Su Xiaobi was startled, then smiled and said:

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt (′▽`

The orange-red dawn sprinkled on their falling figures, each inch was dyed with golden light, and the outline of the distant mountains gradually became clear, like a continuous long dragon.

She raised her head, watching hundreds of millions of souls soaring into the air and singing.

"Thank you."

Tears suddenly flowed from her eyes:

"It turns out that electronic sheep can also see spring."

"You all belong to spring." Su Mingan said.

The girl was startled, then hugged him tightly, and smiled in his ear.

"Thanks."

"Thank you to everyone in the world."

"You are the most beautiful idealists."

They fell in splendor,

It was like a new dawn for a moment.

The Idealist is a sad yet passionate romance.

is a candle burning in the winter blizzard, offering a little light and heat to the unknown future.

The embers after burning and the fly ash that go with the wind are all these that make up the color in the eyes of idealists. Forever supporting each other, always standing up again, until the dawn is fully glimpsed, standing free and upright under the blue sky—

Never give in.

Never fall.

The broken sun rising in the distance illuminates Su Mingan's soul, as beautiful as a diamond.

The black mist annihilated among the data, as if falling into the boundless universe. The thick frost breaks, the springs gushes out, the rainbow hangs in the sky, and the wild flowers hang on the branches.

When the dawn completely shrouded the earth, people hesitated at first, fearing that this was a dream. Until an old man holding a vermilion sniper rifle staggered and rushed out, and instantly broke through the glass-like shell like a stone falling into the water—

"It's real sun! It's real! It's real!"

"Go! Let's go!"

"Windsor, take Mom, let's step into the spring!"

"Walk in! Walk around!"

People are awakened by the dawn that descends from the sky, and a little light is lit from the ruins—

And then, wildfire started.

They stepped desperately into the sunshine, ran into the brand-new spring, laughed, cried, hugged each other, screamed loudly, bared their teeth and claws, beat their chests and feet, and burst into tears.

Lie and roll among wild flowers, sing in the sun, dance with butterflies and white birds, chant poems in misery, and laugh in joy.

People covered in scars,

Quickly step forward,

Let's step into the spring.

The peeling world framework, the intricate dimensional relationship network, and the bright and dazzling soul group portraits.

Humanity, sacrifice, faith. Wisdom at the limit of manpower, the confrontation with the gods like moths to the flame, the march of the lonely night, the philosophical thinking of the pioneers, the silence of the wall-facers, the sacrifice of the martyrs, the rebellion of the rebels, the refutation of the life program, the civilized universe The confrontation, the epic of the years.

One Ouroboros, two trap programs, three dimensions, four timelines, nine Heralds, thirty-six rose blood, one hundred and two severe winters, two thousand three hundred simulations, five billion seven thousand one hundred Tens of thousands of victims, billions of souls who did not succumb to defeat.

One assistance across time and space, two lonely situations, three bridges of life made of wisdom, four timelines made for living, nine companions who vowed to accompany them to the death, thirty-six rose blood that calculated pain, one One hundred and two severe winters in despair, 2,300 simulations of drinking tea alone, thousands of pioneers before dawn... Finally, thirty-three weeks of death crossing.

—This is everything that makes up a 'human being'.

No matter how many times, they will save themselves from the fire and water of this world without any hesitation.

Life is as short as morning dew, and the long river of civilization flows forever.

But this brief moment that stays in the human body,

—that is, eternity.

He reached the end of his journey.

Mankind will create a new future.

【You have completed the task of those in power, find (the real thing)】

【(The real thing):

Don't be confused by virtuality and dimension, regard program as equal to life, always believe that electronic sheep can see spring—

He who is always looking for 'the real thing',

—is the real 'real thing'. 】

"Ding Dong!"

【Congratulations on completing the level perfectly! 】

【Achieve the perfect customs clearance route · (TE) revival of all things】

【Line Evaluation: SSS (Perfect!)】

【(TE·All things revive):

"Time is not time, space is not space, dimension is not dimension, code is not code, Zhai Xing is not Zhai Xing."

"The Möbius ring that circles 2,300 times of simulation, straddles the Klein bottle, connects the grandmother paradox, turns the universe into a program, turns humans into electronic sheep, and travels in the three-dimensional parallel space-time network. "

"So, a long road to spring came into being."

“A new dimension is set up here, like an ark traveling far.”

"Hundreds of millions of souls carry it, and it will live forever."

"The people sing together—"

"Shall I swallow the blood of the slayer,"

"—singing with the tyrannical gods?"

"Should I swallow the pain of war,"

"—to live with the tombstone of civilization?"

"Do you want me to silence Shiratori's voice?"

"—make the lamb kneel and die?"

"Should I sleep in the eternal night of severe winter,"

"—to make the dead live in silence?"

"I was born in a program, but I will go to reality."

"I was born cruel, but I shall live my dreams."

"I was born in the winter, but I will be the sun."

"I was born in the 'past', but I will build the 'future'."

“[If we say we are idealists, hopeless idealists, what we think is impossible.]”

“[Then—I will answer a thousand and one times.]”

“[Yes, that's who we are.]”

"Pioneering never dies, destroying the front is sharp, never extinguishing the spark."

"The dawn is immortal, the candle is brighter, and the ark is moored."

"Look,"

"In this world, there are hundreds of millions—"

"Let me fall,"

"—Billions are all 'I'."】

【The ending has been recorded and will be included in the final evaluation】

【PhD. 】

【Welcome home. 】

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