First Player

Faced with the oppression of double shadow, human beings have very simple coping methods.

——Separation.

The Holy City will rise into the sky, like a floating island, completely free from the restrictions of the "old world".

The concept of civilization is originally limited to the "planet". If people leave the scope of the planet in a spaceship-like device, they are no longer restricted by civilization. If the Holy City leaves the category of the earth and becomes an existence high in the starry sky, then is the overlapping shadow of the spirit aimed at the Holy City at a very high altitude, or on the ground of the planet?

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In January, Lu Shu arrived at the front line.

"Xiao Hei, people have recently restored a TV from a hundred years ago. Come to my house and watch some movies. There are many good ones." Lu Shu's companion Ji Puyu said.

Lu Shu stared at the ticking coordinate meter: "Go ahead, I want to register the coordinates of every floating point."

In this final battle, the gods gathered elite personnel from all eras and transferred them into the Holy City as expatriates to provide temporary technology.

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In February, Yueyue stepped out of the vortex of time and space and took a deep breath without saying a word to calm down her declining soul.

"Lord Game Angel, we hope to research a new drug to cure black fog disease, which may consume a lot of medical resources..." Her subordinate Brandy handed her the tablet: "Do you think we should start researching this new drug? ?”

Yueyue cast her gaze. She can already understand complex and profound research plans, and the formulas and numbers are as clear as white paper in her eyes: "Okay."

"Okay. I will make arrangements. The estimated development time will not exceed nine months." Brandy said respectfully: "Please give our development plan a name."

Yueyue is really not good at naming. After thinking hard for a while, she said:

"Since we are an ark spanning a thousand years..."

"Then it's called...the Ark...plan?"

"Okay! Project Ark!" Brandy said excitedly: "What a great name! Thank you for the name..."

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In March, Chaoyan handled a very large trial involving as many as 1,000 people.

The reason is simple - they don't want to leave their hometown.

If the Utopia takes off, the Holy City will float under the stars all day long, never being able to return to the ground.

"What's the difference between this and exile from the universe? I don't want this!" Their emotions were intense and caused civil unrest:

"Why us? Why did you choose us?"

"My fathers promised you to wander, but I didn't agree. Why should I be wandering among the stars since I was born? I don't agree!"

Intergenerational conflicts began to arise - the generation in generation 0 was already old and frail, and their sons and daughters gradually grew up and felt unfair. This is an inevitable iterative contradiction - why should children bear responsibility for their parents?

——Why should future generations bear responsibility for previous lives?

——[Alice] Why should I take responsibility for [Chao Yan]?

Questions like this are essentially the same question - why their "destiny" has been written long before they were born.

——Why should "gods" control their destiny?

——Why are “gods” so cruel and ruthless?

Among these depressed voices, a leader stood out - a nineteen-year-old young man. He has a young face, sharp momentum, and a high-spirited spirit that belongs only to young people. He bears the sorrow and unfair fate of many people and speaks to the gods on their behalf.

"——Why should the gods not tolerate criticism and want to control our destiny?" Standing on the trial platform, the nineteen-year-old boy asked the old shrine far above: "Gods. I am from the 19th neighborhood of the Holy City. Civilian, my name is Su Wenqing. Compared to you, I am just an inconspicuous person, but I must spread my voice! If you hear my words, come out! We will not accept the planned destiny! "

Chaoyan didn't expect that he would dare to question the old shrine from afar. She shook her head: "We can't explain many things clearly. But the decisions made by the gods are basically correct and the best choice for civilization."

She couldn't explain the details of the Millennium Plan, she could only say that the gods were right.

"——The gods have decreed this? Did the gods decree our numbness?" The young hero spoke plausibly, and with blood and tears, he detailed the sins of the gods:

"The old lady on Seventeenth Street in the Holy City died on the hospital bed because she participated in the so-called new life plan. She didn't even wait for her son to come home before she died."

"My high school classmate obviously wanted to be an artist, but because her ancestors had taken refuge in Duoying, she was forced to do the most ordinary job. She almost committed suicide by jumping off a building due to depression."

"My uncle is a glorious time traveler. He also abides by his mission and repairs the timeline for God. But who would have thought that when he comes back from time travel, he will be monitored for life because of the pollution on his body. He cannot move freely and lives like a prisoner. Even if he wanted to be an astronomer after retirement, the planetarium was forced to close."

"——All this is because of the cold god Su Ming'an. Why does he decide the death fate of each of us? Why does he arrange our lives!?"

His questions were loud and clear. His companions held their heads high, facing the spotlight around them, like a group of heroes declaring war on fate.

Chaoyan wanted to shut them up, but the god slowly walked out of the old shrine.

The morning glow sprinkled the god's face, revealing his extraordinarily young appearance. He was wearing a simple white long coat without too complicated patterns, like a high school student who had just walked out of campus.

For a moment, the gods and Su Wenqing - they seemed to be standing in the overlapping light and shadow, and the years that went round and round were swimming from the end to the end.

…

From the gods and Su Mingan.

To God and Su Wenqing.

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Su Wenqing looked at the legendary god in shock. He had never thought that the god looked so young and looked about the same age as him.

The god's eyes were blue and gray, and he was even more haggard than the young people on the judgment stand. He looked at Su Wenqing seriously: "What do you want to say?"

Su Wenqing glanced at his companions who were cheering him on, took a deep breath, and shouted in a speech: "——God. I know that there is a beautiful bird living in the world, and it spends its whole life looking for steel. in the forest.”

"I want to tell you - even if the forest is gone and we are forced to numb... I still imagine that winter will not be eternal, the gaps in the walls will be filled, the flowers will bloom in the garden - people will be in the flames and Love while screaming.”

"And God - you corrupted us into walking zombies, made people forget history, and let us live numbly in the Holy City - your subordinates did so many harmful things, but you didn't seem to see it. "

"I have been working hard for the justice in my heart... until now! I think at least some people need to speak out! We must cut off this kind of life arranged by gods and kill this deep-rooted destiny!"

Su Wenqing was speaking righteously, but she heard the god chuckle, and there was a hint of sadness in the laughter.

There was an unchangeable tiredness on his face, as if he had already seen this scene before.

… He did see it.

But that should be a scene where the positions have been exchanged and the light and shadow have been replaced. That should be... the scene where he stood in the sun and questioned the white-haired god.

That would be... such a despairing and irreversible fall.

What expression did the gods show at that time?

...It seems to be the same, such a shallow and sad smile.

It turns out they are all the same.

It turns out that they are all... "the same".

"It's not that I didn't see it. It's not that I... don't care." The black-haired god lowered his eyes and said slowly: "I... really can't hear it."

...I really can't hear a female student shouting before jumping off the building.

...I really can't hear the tiny cry of an old woman.

I really...don't have time to listen. Many more will die before their tiny cries are heard. I had to... listen to the more important voices.

Under the Nine Nethers, when faced with Su Mingan's question, the gods responded - "I can't hear you."

At this time, Su Mingan gave the same reply as the gods.

——Like light and shadow intertwining.

Su Wenqing still didn't understand. The people around him had suffered so much because of the Millennium Plan. Why should the continuation of civilization require their generation to suffer? Why are gods so arbitrary?

The god turned around and returned to the palace. He still had more people to save.

On the judgment seat, the nineteen-year-old young man stared at His back with despair and resentment, and denounced His cruelty:

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"——God, you turned us into sheep in the rain!!"

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This is a doomed knot.

Young people cannot return to their hometown. Their fate depends on civilization. How hasty.

And this kind of panic that is deep-rooted, has been around for a long time, is inextricably linked, and is condensed—

It wasn't until today that the god Su Mingan came to see it. Because he himself was sitting on this panic, with a tiny spider thread hanging from his neck.

Even if he wanted to cut off this spider thread, there would be more, endless... palms pressing him down on the snow-white hospital bed, preventing him from dying. Pour into him one thread after another... the threads of life formed by the condensation of blood vessels, and make him drink the blood of sin.

Of course, the god Su Mingan is different from the gods. The former still has the heart to maximize salvation and would rather squeeze himself to save more people. The latter has an absolutely cold perspective and just wants civilization to survive.

Su Mingan is also different from Su Wenqing. The former, in questioning the gods, are able to find a better path to civilization. It was precisely because of Su Mingan's struggle against the gods that a more perfect world structure emerged. As for Su Wenqing, it is just unknown and malicious speculation.

But this sense of reincarnation is still suffocating.

Once, and again, and again.

Su Ming'an sat on the throne, again and again...ignoring the old woman's cry, ignoring the female student's sadness...

Time and time again, he listened to more worthy voices and saved more people.

...What Chaoyan said is right.

Think “I saved the person on one end of the train,” not “I killed the person on the other end of the train.” Only in this way can the gods not collapse.

He can only, constantly, constantly, constantly.

Bang, bang, bang.

Ignore the smaller cries for help that cause greater damage.

No matter how miserable and pitiful they were, how moved he was.

On and on, on and on.

Boom, boom, boom.

Pull that one——

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——The extremely heavy tram pole.

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On the judgment stand, a nineteen-year-old high-spirited black-haired young man was still questioning why God abandoned the old woman and why God ignored the cries of the female students.

God Su Mingan,

Why……

you can not……

——Save more?

Why, even though the era of numbness and ignorance has been broken, do we still seem to have returned to the period a thousand years later, when beliefs were deeply rooted and humans were numb and stupid?

Why, it seems like nothing has changed?

Why does the "snow in the city" still never stop?

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--Why?

Why?

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[Despicableness is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble. 】

[Look, in that gilded sky,]

[——Full of curved reflections of the dead. 】

[The Ice Age has passed, why are there ice everywhere? 】

[The Cape of Good Hope was discovered, why are thousands of sails competing in the Dead Sea? 】

[——Bei Dao's "Answer\