First Player

I walked forward, but 3030 said behind me:

"I know your helplessness. The fault lies with the selfish researcher, not you. No matter you choose to keep Jiuyou or abandon Jiuyou, you are right."

"I will not leave Jiuyou. I will wait here for a thousand years and use my limited authority to guard this uninhabited island. I will be Jiuyou's security guard and keep an eye on the operation of the machinery. Don't worry. "

His voice became farther and farther away, and there was a familiar sense of responsibility in his voice.

The world is kind to us.

Let us feel the weight on our shoulders and the mission of this life before we grow old... that is, when we are still young and strong. This is true for "3030", and so is "Su Ming'an".

I strode forward, feeling the heat of the sound on my back, as if there was a fire burning behind me.

I ran my fingers along my lips.

I felt the slight curve of the corners of my mouth.

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After that I went to many places.

The world is still noisy. Belief, war, history...the gods give orders from above, and hundreds of millions of humans die for him, but there are also just as many humans trying to find traces of the old gods.

Artillery fire, death, and screams flew past my ears. Sometimes when I set foot in some cities, soldiers would hand me recruitment leaflets. The words on paper are impassioned, and the outlines of the old gods are looming.

"Who summoned you to join the army?" I asked casually.

The soldier, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, had a dusty face, and his white teeth could be seen when he smiled: "He is an angel under the control of the old god! As long as we follow the angels to fight, we can be reincarnated after death!"

……Yeah.

I don't know which manager took advantage of the myth and added the title of "angel" to himself, just to make himself famous. I don’t know what the manager’s specific thoughts are, and it has nothing to do with me.

"...Are you interested in joining the Old God's Army? We can introduce you to him, and maybe you will have a chance to meet Lord Angel." The soldier looked pious.

"I'm an angel too," I said.

In this way, I am also an angel, an angel of order. The myths compiled by oneself are followed by others.

The soldier who was sixteen or seventeen years old looked at me blankly, but I smiled and passed him, stuffed the leaflet back to him, and left.

Before the start of the Millennium Project, I often reported scientific research results on TV. However, only seven or eight years later, people no longer recognized me. Maybe in a few decades, they will even forget the concept of the "Millennium Plan" - this is the destructiveness of erasing history.

Nothing will be remembered.

Nothing will be left.

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Later, I went to many places.

I have been to mountains, rivers and wilderness, caught the liveliest fish, caught the fastest deer, set foot in the forest that has not yet been reduced to steel, and stopped to listen to the song of the nightingale. It turns out that nightingales are still active in this hot land, and they can still sing with elegant accents.

I have been looking for a suitable place to build the Utopia. In order that one day, Xia Jiawen can have a family to return to, and the new generation of children he saved can have a place to stand. For the day when poverty and disease will not happen on the land.

During my long journey, I saw too many people and things... mothers desperately protecting their children under artillery fire, old people carrying the bodies of their children, young people running across the battlefield holding drawing papers, good Samaritans giving porridge, The mercenaries walking by in groups, the new king giving a speech on the city wall...

The world has completely changed its shape, like a speeding train, speeding away in a direction that people cannot predict.

This made me feel fresh.

It's like a ship sailing in unknown waters. And I will sail alone on the sea, feeling no joy or sorrow, and no happiness.

Most of the transportation facilities have failed. I measured the land with my own feet. In fifty years, I walked through one-tenth of the world, 112,817 regions, cities, and countries.

Many people have heard that there is a man in the world who has a cross necklace hanging on his chest and is on a long journey that lasts for decades. Wherever he went, he would receive his kindness, whether it was piles of bread, water, or vaccines and medicines. Gradually, rumors came out that the black-haired man was the incarnation of the Angel of Order. The Angel of Order travels the world with pure kindness in mind, giving warmth and love to the people.

I'm noncommittal.

Every time I look at their pious expressions and look at them kneeling down towards me, I feel unreal... Do "gods" really exist in this world? Are the "Old Gods" of the past also products of rumors and worship? In fact, he is also a mortal?

I have no idea.

My journey continues.

Fifty-six years have passed since Heavenly Generation 5. I have not met Xia Jiawen, and I still have not found a suitable place to establish the Utopia.

My face remains youthful, as if I am immortal. But I have gradually felt that my legs, which have measured for fifty-six years, are beginning to struggle. Sometimes I sit in the dusk for a long time.

life.

human lifespan.

The moment I realized this was when the first strands of black hair began to fall out. I looked at the black hair in my palm in surprise, as if I were looking at an old tree that suddenly died.

Obviously my hair is still black and shiny, like a young man, and there are no wrinkles on my face. Yanling has maintained my youth very well. But there are signs coming from every corner of your body - your life is short.

A flood of exhaustion began to surround me... It was an irresistible sense of suffocation.

To put it into perspective, I have been traveling for fifty-six years since I started traveling at the age of twenty-four. For most humans, this is already the limit of life span. What's more, my travels are not stable. I have blocked stray bullets for civilians, and I have also single-handedly fought into the dark fog. I have done too many heroic things when I was young... and I can only go so far.

The gods can span tens of millions of years, and the overlapping shadows can covet me for millions of years, but even if I work extremely hard, it will only last a hundred years.

I looked at the black hair in my hand and stayed silent all afternoon.

"...the flowers have fallen."

The old tree outside the window has lost its last leaf.

…

I started taking action.

Bury the Utopia in the deep mountains and old forests where no one has set foot, hide one-twentieth of the "Rule Book" written in a desert that is like a forbidden area of ​​life, exchange all the wealth I have accumulated over the years for food and distribute it to the refugees, and finally, Find a peaceful town.

The sun was setting, and the evening wind blew my black hair. I stroked my face, which was as smooth as before, and suddenly smiled, just like when I was young.

...It turns out that this world is not boring at all.

I already feel the fun of this life.

I have no regrets about the decision I made when I was twenty-four. Maybe Xia Jiawen has adopted a large number of children now and enjoys the happiness of family. Maybe he died before me, and now his reincarnation is stepping into the world.

Since that separation, the world has been so chaotic that we have not been in touch for fifty-six years, but I know that he will never forget his original promise.

...Has he gone to see Lin Yawen now?

I looked at the sunset setting over the mountains and fields, lying on the rocking chair, and input all the knowledge, scientific research techniques, data... bit by bit in my mind into the computer.

I have no wife or children in my life, and I have been walking around the world in the name of "Angel of Order" all year round, saving civilians 203. I found an orphan who has no father or mother, and has worshiped the Angel of Order for a long time. When he saw me, his face was full of excitement and joy, and he murmured the prayer of the Angel of Order.

I asked him:

"Will you follow me for three months?"

He was frightened and immediately agreed.

I inspected him for three months and confirmed that he was a qualified inheritor, so I asked him about his wishes. He also promised to be my reincarnation and inherit my life hard drive, even if he would no longer be him.

I have never been able to get an answer to the question of "whether reincarnation counts as myself", but now I can finally experience it for myself.

That day I sat under a plane tree that had lost all its leaves, and the rocking chair rocked slowly. Young people squeezed my shoulders and beat my legs.

My eyes fell on the gate, where a dry orange sun hung. People came and went, but no one stayed there.

"...Teacher, who are you waiting for?" he asked me.

...Is my expression so obvious?

I said calmly: "An old friend."

He was sensible and did not ask who the old friend was.

I waited for a long time, but no one showed up at the door.

The sensations in every part of my body became more and more intense, and I - who had control over thousands of words and spirits - clearly knew that that moment was coming soon.

Humans, humans.

...Why can you only survive for a short period of a hundred years?

Most of the twelve talented and extremely intelligent managers of my generation are no longer alive. Even if they are alive, they are probably gray-haired in old age. Even if the world favors and melts gold and fire, it is just a flash in the pan, lasting only one-tenth of the year.

"What does it feel like to die?" I asked softly.

When things came to a close, I actually felt a little scared.

The young man combed my smooth black hair.

"Quietly, teacher. I heard that those old people who died of natural causes at the age of 100 died quietly."

"It won't hurt?"

"I don't know, teacher. But you are an angel. Angels just die in the sky. You will be reincarnated and come back."

The young man looked at me with reverence. In anyone's eyes, my death is just the return of an angel's soul, which will ascend to the sky again - only I know that my death is just the death of a human being, no different from most deaths.

...This silly boy.

The faith has become so strong.

"Your physique is not as good as mine. In the future, you should not get too involved in wars and concentrate on building an utopia. Do you understand?" I warned.

"is teacher."

"The old god will be born in your place in a thousand years. You must cultivate the carrier of the old god well, and you can't be soft-hearted. Do you understand?"

"Yes, teacher."

"I don't know how long your life span is, but it certainly won't exceed a hundred years, so... you have to be like me, find reincarnation in time, and take care of yourself, you know?"

Maybe I really like nagging as I get older. I talk a lot.

I saw that the young man's eyes gradually became watery, and he couldn't bear to leave me.

"...Don't be afraid." So I said.

...This is the first time in my eighty years that I have comforted someone like this.

His mouth opened and closed, tears slid down his cheeks, and I suddenly felt a silence in my ears. I struggled to catch what he was saying. He seemed to be saying that he couldn't let me go.

…

[Teacher, don’t leave...]

This is his mouth shape.

…

…It turns out that I can’t hear the sound.

Then there's the visual.

Suddenly everything went dark, and the warm sunlight was no longer visible.

The fence at the door is short, so I can’t wait for the person I want to wait for.

At this moment I realized the tipping point was coming.

...Xia Jiawen, I can’t give you the trousers in my hand. But more than fifty years have passed, and if you have gained weight, you probably won’t be able to wear it.

... In the next life, if you are destined to do so in the next life... don't forget your promise, don't forget to come to Utopia to find me...

When my vision finally disappeared, I saw the shock on the young man's face... and the evening wind blew, and my hair swept past the corners of my eyes.

White.

At the last moment, all the words and spirits failed, and I returned to the appearance of an old man. I have never canceled my spirit of maintaining youthful appearance, so I don’t know what I am like at this moment.

...It probably doesn’t look good. With a head full of white hair and a face full of wrinkles, he is no different from most old people who have passed away in the world.

I placed a white morning flower on my chest and slowly closed my eyes in the warm afternoon sun. At this moment, I suddenly understood why Xia Jiawen wanted to take a white morning flower in the end. It is often the murmur of the deceased, making the passing moment less lonely.

Death may indeed be silent.

I couldn't hear any sound or see anything. I could only feel everything leaving me little by little. After eighty years of sailing and mastering thousands of words and spirits, I have still reached the end.

But the will in my heart is always clear...

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——I still sail the sea with neither joy nor happiness.

After only one-tenth of the voyage, I will disembark, but the new captain, with my appearance, will still set sail, steer the boat, and seek the treasure in the sea to obtain the thousand-year wish.

If there is an iceberg, crash it. If there are sea sharks, don't be afraid.

But the years are long, carried by generations, and swam by generations.

I have passed away, but "Li Mingyue" is eternal.

——Thousands of years later, "I" are still in this hot land of the world, chanting the thoughts of the old gods and promoting the ideal country.

Even so,

That's it.

Thousands of prayers,

Thousands of prayers.

…

——Welcome back to this beautiful world.

0002-"Li Mingyue".

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Thousands of years later.

The sun was shining and the crowds were noisy.

White pigeons sit beside the fountain in Daoya City.

"Godfather, how do you divide this bread..." the young man with black hair and black eyes asked me.

I smiled slightly and taught him step by step: "...This line is the division of portions. Each person has a small bag. Each bag should have two pieces of bread, both of the same size. Take a closer look."

White doves fluttered their wings, and there was a bustling crowd.

The old god lowered his head and opened the bread, as if he were an ordinary person in the world.

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