Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Nian Nian could not be sure whether she was awake or not. She "saw" the darkness in front of her and couldn't see her fingers. She also realized in a daze that she had lost her hands, so naturally she couldn't see her fingers.

Mobilizing the nerves, the tingling and sluggishness traveled like electric currents. He concentrated and observed, endured the pain, and used his will to trace the system image composed of electric currents. Finally, Niannian finally found out his current situation on the edge of coma.

Her consciousness still exists, but her body has disappeared, her memory is intermittent, and her five senses are gone, just like a long, long time ago when she was lying in the recuperation cabin as an undead body, but her consciousness survived in different machines.

At that time, there were many external parts that served as eyes, ears, mouth and nose to help her understand the environment, but now this situation reminded her of the confusion before she was sent to Country H.

Before I could recall those past experiences and insights from my memory for comparison, my nervous system, which had just been activated by wisps of tiny currents, felt as if it was overloaded. A moment of severe pain caused Nian Nian to fall into a desperate pause, and my consciousness

, the feeling and memory seem to be melted

Put together, there are obviously thousands of connections, but it seems to be nothing. What happened in the past has lost its foundation and is floating in the future that is not known when. The expectations and plans for the future are rooted in completely unrelated things.

In the logic of cause and effect, it seems like echoes lingering in the distant past.

Nian Nian cannot "recognize" himself, nor can he "recognize" the environment he is in. He only feels that his surroundings are in extreme darkness and silence. This familiar experience seems to come from memory, but also like some kind of prophecy.

Time is immeasurable, and I am unwilling to indulge in this kind of chaos and ignorance every year. I can only activate the only remaining feeling at this moment over and over again: pain.

Thinking, recalling, understanding, analyzing, in different ways, from different angles, hit the still stagnant nervous system, and the stinging pain from the feedback gradually restored some sanity year by year.

Stretching, folding, rotating, pruning, the currents flowing in the nervous system are shaped and restored into a human form year by year. With the return of the internal organs, seven orifices and limbs, the memory data carried within the functions of these organs are also sorted out.

Once you understand the rules, your sense of time and space will be restored immediately. When you blink, an instant will pass by. When you clench your fist and raise your elbow, you will realize that your surroundings are narrow.

There is no sense of suffocation, but the sense of confinement close to the body cannot be faked. Darkness is still darkness, but this darkness can be classified as a color rather than a metaphor.

After fully waking up, Nian Nian immediately realized with great joy that it was not her unremitting self-rescue that was effective, but that her life had been spared for the time being.

Recalling this unknown period of confusion and struggle in the past, Nian Nian also felt a little bit of fear in her heart. She was basically sure that if she allowed the pain that penetrated every inch of her nerves to continue to torture, it would be called "Nian Nian".

I'm afraid that her "nian" self will have to be whitewashed and reshaped, just like the "Mianmian" she gave up due to pain.

For unpleasant memories, human beings can subconsciously choose to forget. At that time, she was not dead yet, and the self-protection belonging to human beings was quietly activated, so that the details about that experience had long been buried deep in the soul, but it was the same again

The experience has lost the protection of being a human being, and it stirs the soul, breaks the heart, breaks the liver and gallbladder, and feels like falling into an abyss or being trapped in cooking oil.

Every year, I grit my teeth and re-seal these two memories, forcing myself to recall some happy and joyful past events to cover them. Ordinary warm daily life is not effective. In the end, it was those passionate feelings when I was with Qi Youfeng.

A strong dose of medicine slightly raised the corners of his bloodless lips into a straight line.

"woke up?"

The bright light broke into the darkness, and Nian Nian found the light source. He wanted to speak, but couldn't find his own voice. He nodded casually, regardless of whether the person could see it or not.

A small window opened silently, not too far nor too close, just enough for Nian Nian to clearly see the expression of the person framed in the window.

From the chest down to the top of the head, at first glance, it looks like a solitary head floating in the air. This window is so pitifully small that Nian Nian can't help but think of the scene of standing outside the cell door and visiting the prisoner through the window.

"Do you still remember who you are? Do you still know me?"

Albert, who came to visit the prison, saw no response from Nian Nian. He couldn't help but feel annoyed and hurriedly asked.

"Nian Nian. Albert."

Recalling my own voice, I opened my mouth every year, but I couldn't be sure whether the voice was just echoing in my mind or whether it had been transmitted and received.

Fortunately, Albert's reaction was more obvious. The breath he was holding relaxed and his frowning eyebrows relaxed.

The data impact had lasted for nearly five hours. Monitoring showed that the fluctuations in the consciousness data of the year were getting slower and slower. Albert did not dare to gamble and quickly stopped the attack. He ordered his colleagues in the project team to build cells, and he came to visit in person.

Let’s talk about the situation of the prisoners.

The back door in Nian Nian's hand has been completely blocked, but the control of the back door belongs to Nian Nian after all. Nian Nian can directly contact "Frankenstein", the cell and the shackles through this channel.

How to design it needs to be carefully considered.

Fortunately, I don't know if the previous attack was too violent and prolonged, so it took a long time for him to regain consciousness. During this time, Albert and his colleagues also determined the location of the cell.

"Where am I now?"

Every year, I only feel that I can't move. There is a transparent barrier in front of the window where Albert appears. His images have also changed from real to virtual, from realistic photos to pigmented compositions, as vivid as ever, just like a

Refracted projection.

The data signals she sent out through the backdoor were like nothing, with no response for a long time.

She could still feel her connection with the underlying data of the game world, but she could not contact the H-country's main system "Frankenstein" nested outside. She traced it carefully and found a temporarily embedded signal recognition program.

This automatic blocking signal recognition program is not difficult to defeat.

Through the window, Nian Nian looked at Albert who was not worried at all. He gave up after briefly trying it.

If she can break it, Albert can re-embed it. This kind of tug-of-war will only waste time. Everyone is an administrator, and no one can even think about completely removing everyone's permissions.

so--

"You put me back into the game world?"

"Yeah." Albert's response was very helpless.

In order to restore the memory data of the twins, Nian Nian connected the underlying data of the game world with "Frankenstein", which provided Albert with a counterattack path. At this time, Nian Nian needed to be imprisoned. Albert was 100%

I was worried about putting her under the direct supervision of "Frankenstein", so I could only take a roundabout way and set up the cell in a relatively independent game world, and add a few more layers of seals.

"You probably have a lot of things that you need to explain to me," he paused and added, "There are also questions."

"You think I'm here to chat with you?" Albert snorted.

"You tell me, I'll listen." Niannian answered the question cheerfully.

Albert frowned: "I have nothing to say to you."

"Don't all villains like to do some psychological analysis and detailed plot explanation in the final chapter?"

Nian Nian has no intention of letting him go. She is in urgent need of some fresh communication activities to divert her attention, otherwise those painful memories that have been suppressed will come out to cause trouble again, not to mention this virtual body that has been refilled with memory data.

She was still recovering. She had no bones, no skin, and was basically an empty frame built with countless characters and numbers. The consciousness that was the first to recover was even worse. The weird itching when reshaping flesh and blood was really unbearable for her.

"You mean, I'm the villain?" Albert asked funnyly.

"Look at my miserable appearance, and then look at your complacency, what do you think?" He exaggeratedly expressed surprise every year.

"Judging from my behavior and motivations, I definitely can't be called a villain." Albert turned his head and waved his hand back quickly, as if to clear the place.

"You arrested and imprisoned an innocent little girl like me for no reason, and you will do this to me later, are you sure?"

"For no reason? Innocent?" Albert's gaze shifted back to somewhere outside the window, half-smiling.

Nian Nian sighed slightly: "Okay, it's just a little prank. Who would have thought that you would be so stingy and go to such great lengths to fight."

Albert looked solemn, his eyes were stern, and after a moment he sneered: "You want to find out what happened to the outside world?"

Nian Nian smiled and said: "Yes, I know you have set a trap, but if there is no special reason, you don't dare to touch me easily."

There is a risk in arresting herself. Not only her, but Albert must also be afraid. If something happens to her, Albert will either cover up his existence tightly or leave his name in the development of science.

on the list of criminals in history.

"There are three reasons. First, I don't want you to continue to destroy the balance of this game world. This is the hard work of many of us."

Albert's projection raised his hand and tapped the window frame, ripples rippled in the void, and a rusty iron door formed outward from the window.

"Yes, I admit that, but my destructive power definitely does not pose a big threat." His feet felt cold, and he lowered his head and saw the ground paved with stone bricks.

Albert ignored Nian Nian's interjection: "Second, to prove that this virtual world must continue to exist and needs to be further developed."

Nian Nian captured a lot of information from this sentence, and his eyes flashed slightly.

The game world - or Albert's project team has encountered a major crisis. I'm afraid it has become the focus of news from the outside world. An explanation must be given. If this is an ordinary game, it can be shut down for maintenance, but there is something different here.

Different, and this difference is enough to convince all strange voices that it is the existence of this new "human being".

So......

"Third, compared to Simil, I am naturally more willing to hand you over as evidence."

Albert's voice was cold and hard, and a bit of cold air came out from the cracks in the bricks of the newly built cell, causing goosebumps all over his body.

The cell was small, just wide enough for Nian Nian to turn around. The iron door creaked on the masonry floor as it approached. Nian Nian couldn't help but retreat, but hit a cold wall. Looking back, the bricks of the stone wall were

White frost has formed between the seams.

The iron door stopped one step in front of Nian Nian, and there were four loud clanging sounds. The four locks locked the four sides of the iron door. The cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew in through the small window, and soon Nian Nian's double door was blown away.

Her feet were frozen to the ground, as if she had been put on a pair of ice boots.

No measures were taken every year. Zuo's movement was limited, as long as her mind was not frozen.

"You can't control my thoughts. If I reveal Simil's existence and your secret in front of everyone, how will you treat me then?"

Facing his bright smile every year, Albert looked calm and said firmly: "You won't tell."

Nian Nian’s eyebrows are raised: “How can you be sure?”

Albert sneered: "Nian Nian, your layout of the Seven Deadly Sins is indeed clever, but haven't you noticed that you are also a part of it?"

Every year he was stunned by what he said, and he blurted out: "How do you say it?"

"Because you are the most arrogant person. Regardless of the feelings of others, you are selfish and self-righteous. You regard yourself as a great savior. You are proud of the forbearance and sacrifice you designed, and you even regard your inner struggle and pain as satisfaction.

A medal of your own vanity."

Albert spoke slowly and slowly, looking at his face that was getting paler with each passing year, he felt a faint sense of joy in his heart.

After being made trouble every year for so long, he finally let out a bad breath!

"However," the topic changed, Albert smiled lightly and praised, "It is precisely because you are such a good person who is willing to take everything on your shoulders that you regard the future development of this virtual world as your own.

It is my responsibility to regard Simil and Adam as friends who need to be protected and guided by me, and to carefully place the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group and all other familiar people as if they are fragile."

Albert's voice was as gentle as water, and it fell lightly into Nian Nian's ears like weighty words:

"This is your nature, an indelible trait in your character. Therefore, even if I point it out clearly now, you will choose to sacrifice yourself for others after struggling in your heart, right?"

"Think about Simir, think about the Forest of Jesus that you worked so hard to preserve, and then think about the Duke of Usher, Engus, Agate and the Pope. Are you willing to destroy this living world?"

"Think again about the efforts you made to get to the final trap. If you changed your mind on the spot, wouldn't you have to watch your hard work come to nothing?"