First Player

Chapter 112 · "TE·Seal it with me (1)"

At 13:00 on February 7, 827, everyone knew the tasks they were responsible for.

At 20:00 on February 7, 1827, the world broadcast started, and a gentle male voice sounded from all over the world. Hearing this sound, everyone stopped in place.

"Everyone, it's been a long time... No, I should say..." The voice contained a smile:

"first meet."

"I am the old god... Su Ming'an. This is an end-of-war announcement."

"In the timeline that you haven't noticed yet, we have met, gotten along, worked together, and even fought side by side, or were enemies of each other."

"I have seen you in different ways along the way, but they have all been buried at the end of the cause and effect that has not yet been reached."

Human Self-Rescue Alliance, Li Yuxuan raised his head and listened to the voice of the gods from the sky. Although he didn't know the memory of his previous life, it felt very familiar.

"I have been watching, remembering, and even experiencing your efforts. Maybe you yourself don't know how great things you will do in the future. Maybe you are still ordinary ordinary people, but I My eyes have memorized...the endless 'possibilities' of your future."

"Your sacrifice and dedication... I will always remember it as a tombstone. Even if 'you' have never been retained on the real timeline, even if 'you' have faded into nothingness."

City Protection Department, the cloaked man raised his chin slightly and straightened the portraits of Su Shize and Tang. The stone tablet in the backyard is engraved with the words "IN YOUR EYES", and flowers are blooming.

"If I were one of you, if I were also divided into countless 'possibilities', maybe I would be a Top 100 Up master, maybe I would be an ordinary college student, maybe I would be gray-haired until Growing old. During this period, thousands of possibilities will bloom in us, and millions of futures will unfold in us. What determines our future... is always not just the outside world, but 'self'. "

At the Central Research Institute, Xiao Li was cleaning the dusty room. The violin and piano in the corner were leaning against each other, with the names [LIXIAN SU] and [YUZI LIN] engraved on them.

"I once met a young man. In one possibility, he will fall to the bottom of the lake. In one possibility, he will perish in the Nine Netherworld. But maybe there is a happier possibility... He is still there today. Lives happily and will be a useful person in the future. I sincerely wish him... a future with endless possibilities."

Su Wensheng buried himself in writing, and the college entrance examination sprint paper on his desk was filled with answers. He put down his pen and looked quietly at the campus orange taking a nap outside the window.

"I once met a young girl who was in so much pain thousands of years ago that she even locked herself in her room and was on the verge of collapse. But now, I also see her who is extremely happy, with a bright future and good years. "

Su Luoluo, who was busy editing videos, raised his head. The boxes of antidepressants and rose blood on the table had not been touched for a long time. She held her chin and looked out the window, but she no longer saw the colorful angels dancing when she was sick.

At this time, the Lord God seemed to chuckle.

"... In this world where it is difficult to distinguish cause and effect, every move we make may be the [cause] that starts everything, or it may be the [result] that ends the past. Every direction we go, It may be our new [future], or it may be the [finality] that has been repeated countless times."

"The wheel of cause and effect, a thought of good or evil, is like a vast sea or a mulberry field."

"Your 'possibility' may be based on [your] death, maybe it is based on [your] sacrifice in a certain timeline, maybe it is based on countless [yours] painful bones - you are 'a ', also 'ten thousand.'"

"In thousands of timelines, one of your actions may have killed 'you' or saved 'you'."

“Projection, mapping, superposition, interlacing, stirring, concluding.”

"——Perhaps, you are the Jesus who saves [himself], and you are also the decisive one who wields the sword at [himself]."

"——Perhaps you are a doctor who devoted your life to treating diseases and saving lives, and you are also a patient in the future who will receive the medicine developed by [himself] in the past."

"——Perhaps, you are the thousands of living and vigorous lives in this era, and you are also the millions of corpses piled high in other timelines."

"You are the luckiest... that kind of 'fruit'."

"In the process of development, a civilization will face many crises. Each time, mankind can move forward together, unite as one, and overcome difficulties together."

"No matter how long you sail in the era of ten thousand ways, no matter how long you wander, no matter you set sail, or return home - we finally stumble to the end."

"I am waiting for you here on this isolated island, holding an ever-burning torch."

"On February 7, 827, the YMS (Coalition Government) declared that it had entered emergency wartime mode, prohibiting night travel and cross-border travel, using the oxygen circulation system and ecosystem from the World Society, and prohibiting everyone from getting close to the black fog."

"Tens of millions of copies of the "Rule Book" have been printed so far and distributed to every family. Please be sure to read the contents of the book carefully to prevent triggering the instant death rule. From now on, the instant death rule will no longer be a factor that takes away our lives. The first big crisis.”

"The five major Dream Patrol games have been cleared, and the efforts that humans can make have reached the extreme. Thank you to all Dream Patrol players who are fighting in Dream Patrol, all entertainment anchors, all logistics staff who have worked hard, and all viewers who have provided information in the forum. We... Next, please continue to work hard to ensure that more Dream Patrol Spirit Points are born."

"Currently, the progress of black fog coverage is that 8 regiments have been stationed at the forefront of the black fog. They are not seeking to disperse, but only seeking to maintain stability."

"The critical node of destiny is approaching, and the gods have unlocked the dusty history. You can log in to the forum and review matters related to the 'Millennium Project' again according to your own permissions."

At this point, the god paused for a moment.

Wang Mingming and Han Han, who were sweeping the graves of their family members, looked up at the beautiful stars in the sky.

The god's voice was so soft that it made them feel the urge to cry.

He said something that made everyone extremely excited and shocked:

"It is worth mentioning that...as the decisive battle point has arrived, the gods no longer need to cover up history. I will fulfill my promise, unblock the planetarium, unblock the art museum...unblock music, drama, literature and art. Unblock everything that needs to be unblocked. Seal everything and release everything that should be free. After you get through the crisis...you can become free painters, musicians, writers, astronomers...whatever you want is fine."

"The starry sky is indeed beautiful, and the singing is also moving."

"If the Ark succeeds in reaching the other shore...let's go see it together."

The planetarium star medal in front of the tomb shone with golden light.

Wang Mingming suddenly knelt down, hugged the tombstone, and cried bitterly. Han Han patted his back and comforted him silently.

In this story that lasts for thousands of years, not everyone's sacrifice has earth-shattering value. Their deaths may have been due to the anger of the Holy Alliance, the uncontrollable negligence of the gods, or the misunderstanding caused by the inability to convey the information. Not every death is as dramatic and epic as Nine Seats. Some deaths may even seem inconsequential, and even if they don't happen, they won't affect the overall situation.

But this is not funny or ridiculous at all...because this is reality.

Death is just death. There is nothing worthy of praise. Death is death. There is nothing, nothing left. Even a fall when going out can cause death.

What is truly worthy of praise is the meaning behind death - whether they died with attachment to the will in their hearts, whether they died thinking about some unyielding ideal, or they were still thinking about something or someone before they died. Even if they are not prepared when death comes, or their death is meaningless, they still deserve respect.

"Next, I will tell you part of the Millennium Plan, please listen carefully..." Su Mingan recounted.

With a bang, the pen in Wang Xingkai's hand fell to the ground. He looked at the sky outside the window in shock:

"So the Millennium Plan that Su Xiaobai wrote blindly on the paper... really exists..."

The classroom suddenly became chaotic.

"Then the meaning of the special medicine that Su Xiaobai mentioned before..."

"The meaning of the ten thousand timelines that Su Xiaobai wrote on the paper before..."

"And the nature of the Dream Patrol game... No way..."

Jiang Laoban stared at the empty seat in shock. Suddenly, she seemed to have an epiphany. She immediately rushed to the office, turned over every paper Su Xiaobai had written, and reported the seemingly nonsense answers. To the military.

In the past, they only regarded these as jokes, but now, at this moment when the millennium has officially arrived - the jokes have meaning.

"Su Xiaobai...who is he?" Tao Meng murmured to herself.

She looked at the vacant seat in the classroom and suspected that she had heard it wrong - why did Lord God's voice sound so much like the voice of Su Xiaobai, who was absent from class today.

She discussed with her classmates and made up their minds - when Su Xiaobai comes to class next time, she must ask him clearly!

But what they don't know is that "Su Xiaobai" will never come back.

There was an empty seat, and a sycamore leaf was placed on the table, fluttering slightly.

This is destined to be an unanswerable answer.

…

The sky lit up.

A dazzling sword appeared as if it was about to split the world. Su Mingan was just standing on the rooftop of Daoya City, but everyone could see his figure.

He was holding a golden sword, his black hair was flowing, his white robe embroidered with gold threads was raised, and he was surrounded by white tentacles - exactly what the old god in the ancient books looked like.

The dark family spirit lay on his shoulder, and the white family spirit squatted at his feet.

Under the overwhelming golden brilliance, countless silk threads appeared - exactly the effect of Su Ming'an's title: [seeing overlapping causal lines].

The sword of destiny can cut fate.

"Die Ying, you're a creepy, dark guy, it doesn't matter if you've been hiding in the starry sky. If you have the ability, come down and fight me."

"A thousand years have passed, your story is coming to an end, and there will be no new beginning."

"Do you dare to perform this final act with me, no matter what tricks you use, or just use your dancing skills that you have practiced for thousands of years?"

The tip of the sword reaches to the starry sky, his voice is still soft, not like a cold provocation and declaration of war, but more like a calm narrative poem.

But no one would despise his sword.

Everyone stood up involuntarily, moved by some unspeakable emotion in their hearts, and looked towards him. They did not kneel down humbly or pray with their eyes closed, but straightened their backs and looked at him as equals...

He is a god, but he has never despised human beings themselves.

He is the being with supreme authority over life, but he never thinks that he is superior to everyone.

What he needs... is not believers who only bow their heads in prayer, not devout people who only grovel. But...

His fingers were slightly raised.

It was as if there were countless invisible threads in his hands, taking root in the earth and connecting everyone on this hot land. The other end was connected to his hot heart.

He is their god, the gathering place of their faith, the ultimate guide of all emotions for thousands of years. But what he needs is a companion to fight together.

In this struggle that lasts for thousands of years... no one will be above anyone else as they should. They all hold... a common goal.

The young man softly announced the final speech:

"Everyone - from now on, you can laugh, cry, sing, and paint. If you are willing to be a nightingale, I allow you to sing in the sunshine."

"I promise you - to have a free soul that is not controlled by anyone."

"I promise you - to have a destiny that is no longer pulled by you and is controlled by yourself."

"Today, people fifty generations later——"

He raised his sword high and declared war on the stars:

[Respect - the everlasting light! 】

[Respect - the wind of freedom! 】

[Respect - the always-bright lighthouse on the command boat! 】

【Respect humanity! Respect freedom! Here’s to the future! ! 】

"—Towards the thousand-year [hometown] we have arrived at—landing!"

…

The sword's blade, adorned with gold and precious stones, shone brightly in the sunlight. His eyes were also like gems.

The last thing that fell was a grand sunset. The last scorching rays of day flowed around him like an endless fire.

Above the starry sky, eyes as deep as the sea opened, as if they sensed the arrival of the final time point.

The clock struck the last inch, and the [Ark], which had been sailing for nearly 400,000 days, was covered in darkness, frost and snow, and arrived at the other shore, where what was waiting for——

It is an ideal country where day and night clash, sky and earth flow, and can cover 5100,000,000 hectares in an instant - it is the extremely moving [dawn] that exists on the other side, piercing the night.

——Looking for light on the other side.

There is no scene more touching than this moment.

He swore to protect human dignity with his sword.

For a moment, people shouted his name.

They shouted——

God——Su Mingan leads us.

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[(TE·Sealed by Me) Perfect clearance progress: -80%]

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