First Player

Chapter 111 · "Year 0· He swore to the death to protect human dignity with his sword."

["Xiao Su" appears from the eighth round and is a very useful protagonist of the game. As long as Xiao Su dies once, he can go back to before the crisis and let Su Ming'an take action in time. 】

[In the tenth round, the alien king Susheng. The dilemma can only be solved by letting Xiao Su take action. 】

[The moment Xiao Su and the Alien King met, Su Mingan held his breath. 】

【……】

[You made the ending (I sealed it)]

[(Sealed by me) Ending: "After Xiao Su became a god, he faced the Alien King and calmed down the crisis. The shadow in the starry sky left, and everything precious survived. Destiny is not unbreakable, he swore to death with his sword Protect human dignity.”]

[Ending evaluation: sss]

【——"Destiny Simulator"】

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"Xiao A, your story is coming to an end."

"Maybe. This is your inevitable victory. I predicted it thousands of years ago. It is really a wonderful... thousand-year boat with the joint efforts of hundreds of millions of human beings. From cause to effect, from effect to cause, Thousands of years ago and a thousand years later, it was always impeccable. Even if there were some occasional mistakes, he would prevent them one by one."

"I took it as a compliment."

"Humans... really tried their best and fought until the last moment. Obviously you are such small creatures. You only need to make one mistake and it will be over."

"Do you feel a pity? In fact, you value the old world very much. It's not like you say you don't care. After all, this is yours..."

"snort……"

"In the future that I can observe, you still have the possibility of victory."

"No... the moment 'TE·Seal It With Me' appeared, I had no chance. This was the ending declared by fate. From a high-dimensional perspective, it could only be over in 'twenty days' at most. "

"There's a chance."

"...You want to help me?"

"We have a cooperative relationship... isn't it? Seeking skin from a tiger, this is what I said from the beginning."

"Don't lie to me. You just want to increase your winning rate. You're a liar."

"Aren't you also telling lies? You talk about a sure-win situation. In fact, you still have a trump card."

"……Ah."

"After all, we are all the same. There is... essentially no difference between you and me."

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【A/B.】

System time is March 27, and there are only 17 hours left before the copy ends.

Yamada Machichi cautiously stuck his head out and found silence outside the window, and all the Holy Alliance troops stationed in the past had disappeared. He looked up - the sky today was different from before. There was a weird scene like a floating shadow, as if the sky and the earth were hanging upside down, mirror images overlapped, and the starry sky was right in front of him.

"Lu! Stop lying down, let's fight!" He immediately wiped the cream from the corners of his mouth and shook Lu awake on the sofa.

Ever since Su Mingan stepped into Jiuyou, the two of them have been locked up at home by the gods, focusing on isolation from the world. At first, Yamada Machichi thought about blowing up the gods' house, and Meimei went to help Su Ming'an, but found that the two of them could not break the confinement, so they could only lie in the room for ten days, almost like two salted fishes. .

Yamada Machichi has been looking forward to when Su Mingan will come to them and release them quickly, but they seem to have been forgotten...

Three days ago, Su Ming'an became a god, and his white tentacles covered the sky and the sun. They shouted several times below, but Su Ming'an didn't see them.

But it has to be said that the hospitality of the gods is good. When Yamada Machichi was first imprisoned, he always regarded the gods as the biggest boss. As a result, they were fed and fed well until now.

"Su Mingan is right. I heard that the previous explosion in the Holy City almost killed Nuo'er and Lu Shu. If we were added to the mix, the situation would be even more chaotic. The home of the gods is the safest place, which is equivalent to giving us ten days of freedom. Fake, give us a war position in the end, the reward will be great." Lu analyzed seriously, but the blue moon pajamas he was wearing were not too serious.

"But now the war is over, we can't lie down any longer." Yamada Machichi glanced at the system time.

He knocked on the door, regardless of whether there was anyone outside: "God, Sister God, please give me some face. Lu and I have been lying down for almost ten days, and we have almost forgotten how to fight. Let us go out."

"Squeak——"

What shocked him was that the door that could not be opened no matter how hard he hit it in the past, was pushed open by him with a slight push, as if it was not locked at all.

He looked at Lu.

...Does this mean that we are allowed to participate in the war?

They stepped onto the corridor, the golden wax fire was swaying, and the scarlet-blood carpet was spread into the distance. The priests and Holy Alliance soldiers were gone, as if they had already rushed to the battlefield. But they did not leave in a hurry. Instead, they searched the gods' home, trying to find some good things.

"Yamada, look there are many portraits on the wall." Lu raised his head and looked at the portraits on the wall.

"Really, there are fifty-one." Yamada-machi looked up and saw a row of portraits: "Why do gods put fifty-one portraits at home?"

"Generally speaking, portraits of enemies will not be placed on the wall. Most of them are for memorial or commemoration." Lu said: "The gods must think that these people are worth commemorating, so they will paint them."

"Indeed, no one wants to see their enemies laughing in their own homes." Yamada Machichi nodded in approval: "Does the god also have someone he wants to commemorate... I always feel that he has no human emotions."

"Look, the fiftieth picture and the fifty-first picture seem to be the same person." They stood in front of the two paintings.

One painting shows a young man kissing the lake under the blue moonlight, and the other painting shows a young man standing in the Nine Netherworld gradually turning into ashes. Different from the first forty-nine paintings, the brushstrokes of these two paintings are much rougher, like the work of a beginner, but they depict the appearance of teenagers and young people with great care and precision.

"Tell me...are these two paintings painted by the gods themselves..." Yamada Machichi said suddenly. Somehow, that was his instinct.

"How is that possible? Gods are so busy, how can they care about humans." Lu shook his head: "Let's go, Yamada."

He strode forward, and Yamada Machichi quickly followed.

As they walked, Yamada Machichi was still looking back. I don’t know if the fifty-first painting began to change because of the attention it received.

"Lu, look, that painting has two forms, just like a flash card." Yamada Machichi is always attracted by things that have nothing to do with the main plot. He looks back as he walks: "The gods appear in the painting."

The painting turned into a young man sitting next to the god, reading a collection of poems in his hand. The expression of the god is not as cold as before, it is a tranquility that shines through the paper.

However, this is not important. Yamada Machichi looked at it for two or three seconds and then looked away - what does the story behind this painting have to do with them.

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【C.】

When Su Lin woke up, the sky was still snowing.

He stood by the traffic light and looked at the pre-war reminders on the high-rise buildings that were scrolling. The precautions and warnings for high-dimensional people all showed that the decisive battle was coming.

The streets were very lively. Except for some more patrolling soldiers and armored vehicles whizzing by, nothing seemed to have changed. It was obviously a critical period of decisive battle, but it was completely different from the final tragic decisive battle in the ruined world where all the people were involved.

"The battle of cause and effect." Su Lin said to himself: "It is different from the battle of blades visible to the naked eye."

Back then, the ruined world faced an attack from civilizations numbering hundreds of millions of people, and everyone had to go to the battlefield. But the old world faced only one high-dimensional person, and only the invisible confrontation of the threads of cause and effect could face this war head-on.

There is only one decisive battler - the old god, Su Ming'an. King against king, against general.

Su Lin did not wait for instructions to stay where she was like most people. A pair of golden-red wings spread out behind him, flying into the sky under the shocked gazes of passers-by.

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【D.】

Mo Yan heard his eldest brother's voice.

"I understand, brother, I will lead the team of the Guwu family." Mo Yan said into the air: "Brother, where are you? Do you need help? You are the most dangerous..."

No reply.

Mo Yan didn't know what his eldest brother was up to, it seemed very mysterious.

He looked at the group of immortal warriors. They were waiting for the gods' orders, and they looked full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm.

Even though they can't even see the whole story. But they believe...under God's watchful eye, this battle will be won.

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【H.】

The major forces have received orders from the gods in advance, and each performs their duties, either continuing the dream patrol, supporting the front line, or staying at the rear.

King Juerina of the Kingdom of Assante, Prince Misai of the Grand Duchy of Jose, Vanni, the leader of the Niyi Democratic Alliance, and Duke Ezekiel of the Lello Empire, followed the orders of the gods to go to different cities and stand at different coordinates Point. Although they themselves were confused about what this was doing, they did not dare to complain.

At the same time, there are twenty-two countries and thirty-six independent cities. The Republic of Weiner, the United States of Waanford, the Free Federation of Mofe, the Alliance of Islands, the Independent Kingdom of Fugangtu, the Principality of Dede... People took the car overnight to go to a certain coordinate point and stood like chess pieces.

An arrangement of 0s and 1s appeared on the edge of the sky, as if countless large computers were operating, calculating unique numbers one by one. No one knows what this is doing.

Lu Shu and Rimu Sheng led the Human Self-Rescue Alliance and the Urban Guardian Department respectively, and shuttled through the sea of ​​people, followed by many players who had heard about it.

"Are we going to start a fight? I've prepared the blue and red pills." Qiuqiu was very excited: "There's probably a lot of equipment to pick up on the battlefield. I've been practicing group battles for a long time."

"Let's have a vigorous fight with the High Dimensional! Even if I can only take a drop of his blood, I will be satisfied!" Lu Meng waved his fist and looked around: "Lu Shu, where is the battlefield? Take us there quickly, hundreds of Everyone is already ready to make a move, I guarantee that one person can fight more than ten."

Lu Shu's brows moved and he shook his head: "There is no battlefield, you just need to stay where you are."

Qiuqiu wondered: "What are you talking about? I was surprised a few days ago. The decisive battle was about to begin, but ten thousand players were still scattered in different timelines, with no intention of converging. Even now, there are only a few Hundreds of players are gathered together, and the advantage of large numbers of people cannot be used at all.”

Lu Shu touched the headset: "This is what Su Mingan meant. There is no use in large numbers. We can only adapt to his immediate orders."

Qiuqiu's eyes widened.

She originally thought that at this moment of decisive battle, hundreds of millions of people from the old world would run onto the battlefield, and then let the people from Dieying's side run onto the battlefield, and then both sides would have a fight. Who would have thought that there wouldn't even be a combat environment?

"Then how are we going to fight?" Qiuqiu asked doubtfully.

Lu Shu was silent for a moment.

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"Play chess."

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【F.】

Isabella stared at the terminal in front of her.

Resource mining progress, total resource transportation, frontline tug-of-war progress, dream patrol spirit point production speed, instant death rule trigger rate, exception elimination rate, Jiuyou opening progress, emotional accumulation progress...

Dazzling numbers flew past one after another, and thousands of researchers were working with their heads down. A huge three-dimensional map floats in the air, and the red dots representing key figures are moving. Along with their movement trajectories, it is like a spread out, giant, intertwined causal network.

A girl with black hair and purple eyes stood in another room, her hands wrapped around these invisible threads. She closed her eyes and concentrated, as if she was weaving something. Thousands of numbers flashed across the giant computer screen next to him, making a huge roar.

"Current population: 7112837122 people. On this basis, multiply by 10,000. That is the total number of people covered by the ark when it arrives." Lin Yunting walked into the room, wearing an angel medal on his chest. Most of the descendants of the Twelve Leaders exist in the world, and they will wear angel medals, corresponding to the millennium myth.

"Jiuyou has been led by Shangqing." Xiao Lanping, a professor from Beiqing University, said.

"We don't know what to do next. We can only wait for the real-time notification from the gods." Lu Chengzhu from the Zhengshi faction said.

"To this day, we still don't know what happened thousands of years ago, and who our enemy is..." Qu Botao from the Psychological Counseling Headquarters suddenly opened his eyes in the middle of his words.

In front of everyone, a blue panel appeared, and lines of small words gradually appeared.

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[I will now announce to you what happened a thousand years ago and our real enemy. 】

【Thousands of years ago...】

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At nine o'clock in the morning on February 7, 827, everyone learned the grand scene and the truth of a thousand years ago.

Their eyes were wide open and they were shocked by the revelation of the truth.

It turns out that there are no myths and angels in this world, just people like them.

It turns out that there is no conspiracy hidden in history, it is a huge ark that has been swimming for thousands of years.

It turns out that the Dream Patrol game is a saturation rescue. They are saviors who travel through the timeline, rather than gamers who are frustrated by playing with things.

It turns out that time is a visual map of cause and effect, from "one" to "ten thousand", and then from "ten thousand" to "one".

It turns out that the gods did not usurp power, and the disappearance of the old gods was not persecution, but the division of ten thousand timelines.

turn out to be……

It turns out that they have a god who loves them. His name is not Asastor, but...

Su Mingan.