First Player

Chapter 1267 Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Four·"The Road Not Taken."

"Drink some tea." Si Que snapped his fingers, and a magpie teapot appeared in the sky. He poured black tea from the bird's beak and dropped it into the purple-gold porcelain cup in front of Su Ming'an: "If it hurts, drinking tea can relieve it." pain."

"Why did you make the teapot like this..." Su Ming comforted his chest, feeling as if his whole body was still in pain.

"Is this a problem?" Si Que blinked.

"It doesn't count."

"This tea is what I call 'dying dream'. It has the effect of suppressing pain. If you are still in pain, take a sip and it will feel better."

The aroma of tea floated around. Su Ming'an looked at Si Que who was enjoying himself and asked, "Why does that plot editor have the face of Lu Shu?"

"Don't you want to play turtle soup with me?"

"I never wanted to. I want to be more practical and ask questions quickly. I think you don't want Rovasha to fall."

Si Que laughed, and his voice became softer: "...I really don't care."

He put down the porcelain cup, put his hands together and placed them on his chin:

"That one is... the 2021 version of Lu Shu. Or, it would be more appropriate for you to call him [Supervisor]."

"What?" Although Su Ming'an had already guessed that the man and Lu Shu were inseparable, is the 2021 version of Lu Shu so strong?

"Don't worry, think carefully about how Lu Shu and you met?" Si Que was like a hypnotist in a dream, guiding the guest's thinking.

Su Ming'an remembered that he first met Lu Shu in the World Game on the second floor of the Central Hospital. Lu Shu stabbed him in the back when they met... Because Lu Shu's identity was the "Supervisor" and the mission required killing Su Ming'an. But later, inspired by Su Ming'an's ideas, Lu Shu chose to give up the assassination, gave Su Ming'an pet eggs, and became friends.

This is where it all started.

However, due to the butterfly effect caused by Su Ming'an, the 2021 version of Su Ming'an and Lu Shu did not know each other, let alone follow them. Therefore, the 2021 version of Lu Shu has not given up his identity as a supervisor.

"The 2021 version of Lu Shu has become the real [Supervisor], that is, the plot editor of the Disciple game. He has been separated from his identity as a player and has been forcibly increased in strength." Si Que spread his hands: "Now, you understand that [Supervisor] What does it mean?”

"So, the [Supervisor] is also called the plot corrector, and his responsibility is to correct people who should not exist in the game..." Su Mingan suddenly realized.

At this moment, an electric inspiration flashed through his mind, and a shock arose spontaneously.

——At the very beginning of the world game, after Lu Shu obtained the status of [Supervisor], his first task was to assassinate Su Mingan.

Does this mean that in the eyes of World Games...Su Ming'an at that time, just like everyone in Luowasha now, was...[a person who should not exist in the plot]? ?

Could it be that as early as the very beginning...

Si Que took a sip of tea and opened and closed his eyes slightly.

"Is he still alive?" Su Mingan asked. He didn't expect that the person with whom he was risking his life would be Lu Shu himself.

"Alive." Si Que said, "You didn't kill him."

"Is Siyi the Supreme Lord?"

Si Que smiled: "What kind of supreme lord is she? Oh...she is considered the supreme lord of the [White Sun Floating City]. It's not wrong to call her that."

Su Ming'an was keenly aware: "So, she is not Rovasa's supreme lord Tosolius."

Si Que said: "Of course not. Tosolius is not targeting you. She is just the ruler of [White Sun Floating City], so she is called the Supreme Lord."

Su Mingan breathed a sigh of relief and said that he had never even seen the gods, how could he confront the Supreme Lord from the beginning. It turns out that this title refers to more than one person, as long as he is the strongest in the plane, he is considered "supreme".

"Then she really asked me to stay away from the 2021 version of Su Ming'an, so as not to disrupt the plot of the protagonist and drive away time-travelers like us?" Su Ming'an asked.

Si Que smiled, looked at the wisteria flowers swaying outside the window, and moved his eyes upward:

"I'm thinking... can this part of the information be said... It should be fine at this stage."

"Let me use a metaphor, you see."

He raised a finger and drew a pink jellyfish in the air:

"This is a jellyfish, and its name is World Game."

"Then, here is a bird." Si Que raised the fingers of his right hand and drew a bird in the air: "Its name is 'Simulation Server'."

He waved his finger, and under Su Mingan's shocked gaze, the jellyfish made a "puff" sound and swallowed the bird.

"The World Game is above everything else, but some people are thinking...can we use our authority to imitate the World Game and create a fake World Game, that is, a simulated server?" Si Que pointed at the bird inside the jellyfish with one finger:

"As you can see, someone created a 'sim server' that is included in the 'world game'."

"In this world, there are two kinds of game rules at the same time - the first is the most eternal universe rule from the world game. The second is from the simulation server and is the rule set by the producer himself."

"Since the bird is contained in the jellyfish, when the player walks inside the bird, they will think that they are still under the scope of the jellyfish, and will not realize that they are already in the bird, that is, in a simulated server made by someone else - you The 2021 version we will see is this simulation server.”

"If you want Rovasa to cut off her connection with the world game, counterattack the organizer——"

Si Que said something extremely shocking:

"——We must let this "simulated server" from the world game swallow the world game, or compete with the world game."

"That's it." Under his outline, the next moment, the bird in the jellyfish suddenly pecked back - like sucking noodles, sucking the jellyfish into the bird's stomach.

Su Mingan stared at the scene of the bird swallowing the jellyfish and said:

"Si Que, what you mean is that this is..."

"[Let bad money drive out good money, let pirated products kill genuine products?]"

Si Que meant that someone was trying to make a simulation of the world game to kill the world game. This sounds unrealistic. How can a replica kill the genuine product?

"It's a shameful statement, but that's it." Si Que spread his hands: "Is it rare for a pirated version to kill the genuine version?"

He smiled: "This plan should have been going on for a long time... The appearance of the 2021 version of Su Ming'an indicates that it has made initial progress."

Su Ming'an said: "[So you mean, the 2021 version of Su Ming'an is a pirated version. And I am the genuine version? The guy who made the Disciple Game wants to cover my genuine version with a pirated version? And then compete with the World Game?]"

Si Que was silent, as if acquiescing.

Su Ming'an thought carefully and found that the 2021 version of Su Ming'an was indeed different from him in many places, such as Xiao Su was too middle school and too radical. Compared with the World Game, the Disciple Game lacks many plots, and the copy background is very different. It is indeed more like a pirated version, such as Xiaohan, the Resistance, and Alisa.

So the Disciple Game is... someone deliberately made a [pirated World Game], and all the plots are pirated, not real things.

The purpose is... to compete with the genuine World Game.

Therefore, sending a plot corrector to drive Su Mingan out of the main line of the copy, letting Xiao Su go on adventures, face the mechanical mother goddess, and stand in the spotlight is to let Xiao Su cover Su Mingan's status as the protagonist.

Although the specific way to counter is not clear, the person's goal is already clear:

- Let 2021 cover 2024.

- Make pirated copies and let the genuine world game come to an end in people's eyes.

...

"Then, you can start to choose." Si Que stretched out his hand and pushed three plates to Su Mingan.

"What to choose?" Su Mingan said.

"Your... path."

Si Que put the five fingers of his right hand together, and his fingertips tilted towards the plate.

"Next, you choose to join the organization of those people and create a pirated world game with them-that is, the disciple game, and try to find a way to counter the world game." The first plate of plates contained colorful macarons.

"Or, stand on the side of the world master, follow the world game bug he has studied, let the demonization crisis go, and finally advance to a higher dimension." The second plate of plates contained a strawberry cream pudding.

"Or, listen to the World Tree, become the genuine [protagonist], upgrade step by step, and walk on the most stable path. Finally, you will be favored by the World Game and save the precarious fate of civilization." The third plate contained a brown-black chocolate mousse.

Su Mingan clasped his hands together and stared at the three desserts in silence. He seemed to be standing at the crossroads of fate again, and this feeling was consistent with whether he joined the Peak Alliance.

Three desserts, three options, three paths, and three endings.

The weight of civilization and the lives of seven billion people were on his shoulders. However, there was no one behind him.

In this dream, no one could give him advice.

The pointerless wall clock on the wall made a sound, time passed silently, and the host of the tea party picked up the porcelain cup.

The heat floated, and his eyelashes trembled slightly between reality and illusion, like the wings of a magpie. He was extremely silent and did not give any inductive words, because this responsibility did not belong to his shoulders. This kind of decision can only be left to Su Mingan himself.

"Choose carefully." Si Que said.

Su Ming'an stood in the garden where the path forked.

The sun was dazzling, and he looked up.

"... [He believed that time had countless series, and divergent, converging and parallel times woven into an ever-growing and intricate web.]" His voice sounded, reading the stories that had once been on Lin Guang's bookshelf:

"[The web woven by time that was close to each other, divergent, intertwined, or never interfered with each other contains all possibilities.]"

"[Most of the time, we don't exist; at some times, there is you but not me; at other times, there is me but not you; and at some other times, you and I both exist.]"

Because time always forks, leading to countless futures.

In an unclear period of time, I felt that I had an abstract understanding of the world. The vague and vibrant fields, the moon, the evening time, and the easy downhill road.

All this made me feel a lot.

I seem to belong to this world, but also seem to be free from this world, poor and painful, struggling and imprisoned. I don’t know if it should end at this moment, which is better for Zhai Xing, or flowing to an unknown distance.

Then, he slowly pushed the three plates away. Macarons tilted, strawberry pudding trembled, and chocolate mousse collapsed.

The 19-year-old youth who was responsible for the lives of seven billion people spoke:

…

"I choose you."

…

I choose your path, Si Que.

Si Que pointed at the three plates of desserts with five fingers, but Su Mingan saw that Si Que's other hand was placed on his chest with his fingertips restrained. The fingertips were pointed at... Si Que himself.

This is... the fourth option that is difficult to be discovered.

The purple-haired young man heard it, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly. His road was overgrown with grass and too quiet. People often stood at the intersection for a long time, but never thought of setting foot.

"The Supreme Lord, the World Tree, the Twenty-Seven Gods, the Twelve Organizers..." Su Mingan said:

"They are too big, too far, too high. But you don't seem to be afraid. I want to know your way."

He looked up and looked into Si Que's golden eyes like molten fire:

"The shepherd of the world's glory and time, the beacon of life, the most spiritual and wisest creator-Si Que Olivers."

"I want to know your way."

The three options given by Si Que were all good, and they were also the three ways Su Mingan thought of.

But what about Si Que's own ideas? What kind of road has Si Que been on?

The purple-haired young man slowly took back the three plates of dessert, and the black tea flowed out of the spout of the teapot. His eyelids drooped halfway, and he stared at Su Mingan in his eyes, and the wings on his temples moved slightly.

"【You know you can't set foot on so many roads at the same time】." His tone was long and rising, like chanting a poem.

"Yeah."

"【You know you chose the one with fewer people】."

"Yeah."

"【You know this road stretches endlessly】."

"Yeah."

"【You know you may not be able to return】."

"I know."

"【You know there is no chance of 'see you again someday'】."

"I know."

"【You can't look back on the past with a sigh.】"

"I know."

...

The host of the tea party stood up.

He leaned over and placed his palm in front of Su Mingan.

Rustle, rustle.

Like the sound of wind blowing grass leaves, birds chirping, and butterflies flapping their wings.

The snow-white light gathered in Si Que's palm and gradually solidified.

Su Ming'an looked up,

and saw the surrounding scene... It suddenly became dreamy. A dark blue whale with silver-colored fine sand flew from the eaves, leaving a trail of rainbow bubbles. The ceiling turned into a drooping dark green ocean, and the lush trees were all chanting and dancing, like waves hitting reefs, like branches and leaves shaking leaves.

The floor steamed with green flames, and red and pink raindrops floated outside the window. The flames burned in the heavy rain, and the crescent-yellow stars fell on the vast and boundless waves, like broken spots of light, like lost moonlight.

The colorful bubbles slid across Su Ming'an's cheeks, and the soft touch was like a fairy tale licking his face.

Then, the purple hair fluttered.

The light gathered and slowly turned into... a purple-gold feather pen in the palm of the young man.