First Player

Chapter 1291 Chapter 1288·"May all those they love die."

District 12 of the Lord God World.

Su Ming'an strode forward, and Su Liujin followed behind him.

From a distance, several people in the uniforms of the United Corps could be seen waiting in the square.

"I'm leaving." Lin Yin said goodbye to Su Ming'an.

The death of a player could be real death - this information should not be widely publicized, otherwise it would cause widespread panic. Su Ming'an asked Lin Yin to inform the United Corps of this information, so that the experienced experts of the United Corps could consider how to deal with it.

"I have some bad news to tell you." At this time, Xinghuo walked out of the shadows, with moonlight flowing in his eyes: "I just tried it, and your game IP is occupied. Even if I can go back, I can't take you back."

"...Game IP? Such a game-like term." Su Ming'an looked up. It seems that the operating structure of the world game is really based on games.

"Now there is a way. Kick out the person who occupies your game IP, and you can go back." Xinghuo said.

"Can't I create an account?"

"There is no such saying." Xinghuo frowned: "Si Que actually knows more about the world game than I do. He is obviously a human, but he can come up with such a loophole. Players enter the dungeon by IP address, and he actually thought of passing himself off as a fake..."

"Then how do we kick him out?"

"Kill him." Xinghuo said concisely.

Su Mingan's pupils trembled.

"His state is very special, like a ghost... Don't worry, even if you kill him, he won't really die." Xinghuo said.

"...The problem is that I am now in the main god world." Su Mingan said.

"Yeah, that's right." Xinghuo nodded,

"...I have to kill him before I can return to Luowasha."

"Yeah, that's right."

"But I have to return to Luowasha first before I can find a chance to kill him."

"Yeah, that's right."

"So the conclusion is that I have to return to Luowasha and kill him before I can return to Luowasha."

"Yeah, that's right."

The two looked at each other. Xinghuo suddenly realized at this time that this seemed like a logical vortex. His expression was blank for a moment.

However, Su Mingan had to go back. Si Que kicked him out without saying hello, which meant that Si Que gave up the opportunity to communicate. He couldn't leave everything to Si Que, which was equivalent to handing over all his life and property to others.

"Xinghuo, can you go back and kick him out?"

"No. I can't intervene too much. Talking to you is already the limit." Xinghuo said.

"How far can you go?"

"Let me think..." Xinghuo lowered his head and touched his chin: "I can only help you bring a sentence, within ten words, to anyone you know. This sentence cannot be asking for killing or hurting people, and the weight cannot be too heavy."

"You are really prisoners of the world game." Su Mingan sighed.

You can't do this, you can't do that, you are even less free than the players.

You can only bring a sentence to a teammate, and it can't involve killing... How can he convey his idea of ​​kicking Si Que within ten words?

Choosing a teammate is also of utmost importance. If this teammate has been hacked or can't think straight, that won't work.

He opened the clue column and read it from beginning to end.

Then, he opened the small mirror in his pocket. He carried it with him. After all, Luo Vasa's keywords said "look in the mirror more often".

Staring at himself in the mirror, he suddenly had an idea.

He seemed to have thought of a possibility.

Xinghuo came over, and Su Ming'an whispered in his ear: "..."

The voice was very low and barely audible.

After a moment, Xinghuo stood up, looking surprised: "This... this sentence, will it work?"

"Try it. I want to verify a guess. Even if it fails, it won't be worse than it is now." Su Ming'an confirmed.

"Then I'll go. Be careful in the main world of the gods, don't be deceived by strange people." His figure flashed and melted into the shadows.

Su Ming'an watched him go.

Why did Xinghuo say this before leaving? Could it be that there would be strange people to deceive him...?

"Su Ming'an."

At this time, a voice came from behind.

Su Mingan looked back and saw a colorful smiling face. The sticky oil paint was dragged under his mask, showing a semi-fluid jelly-like appearance.

"Hey, Casadia, you are here." Su Liujin waved his hand.

... Wonderful.

This Casadia is really a strange person. When Si Que was not there, Casadia looked for him like a lost soul. Si Que appeared, and Casadia ran out by himself.

"I'm here to take Liujin back." Casadia said with a smile.

"...Did Si Que arrange for you to come?" Su Mingan asked.

Casadia's smiling mask tilted, neither confirming nor denying.

"Su Mingan, you can go back with us. Xinghuo can't take you back. Maybe Casadia can. He is more proficient in spatial authority." Su Liujin made an invitation.

"You want to go back?" Casadia circled around Su Ming'an: "That will cost you a price... Let me think about it, this is still a bad joke, tell me when you go back."

"Okay." Su Ming'an also smiled, hiding the thoughts in his eyes.

The three of them walked forward, colorful paint flowing all the way.

...

"In the past, the anchor of the story fell on you."

"Every world has prepared the most suitable identities for you, cultivating people similar to you, waiting for you to take over the lives of these poor people.

"'Players' are favored by the world. As long as you arrive, wonderful stories will begin, and the epic epic will soon be staged. You will gain laughter and tears in the adventure, and then leave with a heavy heart and satisfaction. It’s like watching an epic movie.”

"And what about the people left behind? They only have an ordinary life, money, involution, poverty... When all the grandeur is over, what is left to them is still a boring life. They may have experienced a key node in the world's turning point, and they have also I have dedicated myself as a member of all sentient beings, but so what?”

"The story is over, 'they' are still 'them', and 'everyone' is still 'everyone'. There are seven billion people in the ruined world, and only two-digit lucky ones have left their names and can be observed and remembered. There are very few ordinary people like Xiaomei.”

"You shouldn't have this kind of confusion, right? The main character always stands at the anchor of the story."

"You will always be there on stage."

"But someone doesn't want to serve you anymore."

…

Si Que opened his eyes.

Some auditory hallucinations over the long years echoed repeatedly in his ears.

He lay in the inky black water. As far as the eye can see, there are rows of bookshelves floating on the ink. Each row of bookshelves is filled with all kinds of books. Looking up, you can see the endless starry sky.

Here it is again.

Every time he falls asleep, he comes here. An empty place where he was alone. Blue sky, black water, long scrolls.

He stood up from the water, and there were rushing sounds from all over his body, perhaps the sound of his internal organs flowing all over the floor. His form here was always incomplete, with holes and depressions everywhere on his body, like a A rag doll covered in stitches.

He walked among the rows of bookshelves, took out one, read it carefully, put it back and took out the next one.

Books passed by his eyes, and he had read each one countless times. His fingertips slid over the rough spine, and the titles of the books passed before his eyes... "Selected Illustrations of Plants and Flowers", "How to Make a Flower" "Mechanical Puppy", "The Impact of the World Game on the Post-War", "Mr. Qin and the History of the Life Hard Drive", "Rebirth of the God of War Dragon King: I am the Holder of Authority", "I Really Don't Want to Save the Old World", "Infinity: Infinite Evolution from Birth"...

Then, he paused with his fingers, and auditory hallucinations caught up with him again. The voices were male and female, old and young.

"——I don't want to, Si Que! It takes you too long. We are all ordinary people and we can't afford to wait!"

"——I'm sorry, Si Que... Rather than realizing my grand ideal, I care more about whether I can fill my stomach tomorrow morning. I can't participate in your plan. I'm leaving. Just pretend that you have never made me a friend... …”

"——Professor Ran is also gone, Si Que... Do we really want to continue writing..."

"——Yes! Si Que! You are the creator full of spiritual energy. The world favors you and the spiritual energy surrounds you. You have enough capital to be arrogant, and you also have enough time to squander, because you are always so dazzling! But have you ever thought about Wuyi? Have you ever thought about crossing the bridge?”

"——Hug, I'm sorry, Si Que, I'm just an insignificant person. Your idea is too big and I can't hold on anymore..."

"——Don't be afraid, child. You can wave your quill as much as you like... add success to success, sing virtue to virtue, build nests for kingfishers, embroider for nightingales. I believe you can do it..."

Si Que closed his eyes and took a deep breath. These auditory hallucinations finally disappeared.

"Stop pestering me," he muttered.

"Stop... pestering me."

Thousands of books were sleeping quietly around him. Countless bone claws stretched out from the black water, grabbing his ankles and calves, whimpering, like the incarnations of countless resentful souls.

He put the book back in its place and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he had escaped from the heavy dream, and before him was the reality that he could reach out and touch.

The night is dark and the bonfire is dancing.

He stood on the land of the undead, with a crown on his head and countless figures at his feet. It was the people who were called by him.

The new master takes over, and everyone prostrates himself.

...By the way, he was about to give a speech. Maybe he was too tired. After sitting for a while, he fell into a dream. Fortunately he woke up quickly.

"——Everyone." Si Que took half a step forward.

Everyone looked up to him.

"I am Sique, the great creator of Luowasha. I think you have heard of my name. Some people call me 'Forerunner'."

“A pioneer always leads the way and means ‘one who is ahead of the curve’.”

"In the first era, the forerunners were named scientists. In the second era, the forerunners were named the three original gods. In the third era, the forerunners were named the Lin clan."

"However, science is dead, the prophecies of the Dawn Mother Goddess have been shattered several times, and the Lin clan is still buried under the tree. No one has truly entered this palace called Creation and the Future."

"In this artistic and romantic-themed world, our hands should touch quills, paints, piano keys, and knives to draw a blueprint for the ideal country in our hearts. Sensibility and aura are the blood flowing through us, and they are what make us... We are in shackles of pain, because we believe but do not believe, we have but do not have it fully, and we have wisdom but do not have perfect wisdom.”

"And now - I am willing to be the pioneer."

"I will give you sensibility, aura and truth. Fight against the shallowness and absurdity of the World Tree, expose the desire and cruelty of the Lord of the End of All Things, and see through the indifference and arrogance of the Supreme Lord."

"I give you a 'new world'."

"Or, I prefer to call it - 'Garden of Eden'."

"Under the protection of the 'Garden of Eden', we don't have to worry about the day of choice five days later. There, you can choose a new life, a new path, and draw blueprints for yourself until you are tired."

"The poor and venerable Lamb must be converted to Eden and read the Book of the World."

When he finished speaking, people knelt down and worshiped. His name is so resounding that even a smile can cause shock.

"Everyone, please raise your right palm, place it on your left chest, and follow me in taking the oath." Si Que placed his right palm on his left chest.

In unison, the dark crowd under the stage was doing the same action.

"[I convert to Eden, follow Olives, no longer listen to the voice of the World Tree, no longer believe in the twenty-seven gods, and no longer praise the Supreme Lord.]"

When he spoke, the crowd's voices rang out.

"[May everything they worship be destroyed.]"

When he slightly hammered his left chest, everyone hammered his left chest.

"[May those whom they praise perish.]"

When he closed his eyes and recited, everyone closed their eyes.

"[May their ideals be shattered.]"

"[May those whom they love dearly die.]"

"[Until——]"

When he lowered his hand, everyone bowed their heads.

"[Until——the moment when Luo Vasa counterattacks and kills the world game.]"

"[Until——the moment when the first player completely dies.]"

…

[World Game·Existing Players: 298982918 people]

…

The edge of the main god's world.

Su Mingan had never been to a place like this. In his impression, the edges of the Lord God's world were impenetrable barriers, like an unrendered blank map in the game.

But now, Cassadia has brought him here.

"Let's go from here." Cassadia pointed at the blank space with a smile.

"Can...you go here?" Su Mingan was confused.

"It couldn't be done before, but it is possible now. Of course, it must be protected by me." Kasadia said with a smile: "If you are worried... Su Liujin, you go first."

"Boo-chi." Su Liujin immediately turned into a jellyfish and lay on the ground, his tentacles falling limply to the ground, silently expressing his unwillingness to explore the way.

Then, Kasadia took advantage of the situation and kicked it flying.

The jellyfish was like a bouncy rubber ball. It bounced on the ground three times, rushed into the white, disappeared, and walked away neatly.

"Please?" Kasadia stretched out one hand to signal Su Mingan.