First Player

Chapter 1299 Chapter 1296·"He suddenly felt very cold."

"Boom!"

The mechanical door was kicked away, and the blond boy rushed out carrying a tattered robot on his back, with burn marks on his face.

"We... escaped...?" Lan Qie said intermittently.

"Escaped." Noel looked up.

Although Lan Qie's temperature sensing system was very backward, he could still feel the... moonlight pouring down on his head, falling on his cold mechanical shell, bright and dazzling...

"Thank you..." He thanked sincerely.

The puppet thread shuttled between the high-rise buildings, and the searchlight fell on them. Noel pulled the puppet thread, swinging from one end of the building to the other, shaking off the pursuers.

When passing by, he saw the office workers in the light rail windows looking down at their phones. They lived a withered and numb life and forgot how to look up at the sky, so they didn't notice that a robot that had broken free from its shackles and a beautiful phoenix were flying through the night sky on a silk thread.

- Freedom.

Freedom seemed to have disappeared in this city and countless cities.

It was regarded as something outside the rules that would cause social unrest, so it was despised, insulted, and banned.

But now, Lan Qie, who was born on the assembly line, finally understood what it was when he touched the wind in the air for the first time.

Noel's laughter floated in the wind: "Where are you going? My friend - do you want to see the blue sky, drink peach-flavored mechanical juice, or a well-fitting suit? But there are still three hours before the disciple game begins, and I can't stay with you for too long."

Noel remembered all of Lan Qie's wishes.

"Thank you, Phoenix. You put me in the city, let me experience it myself." Blue's eyes exuded vitality.

Starting tomorrow, every day is a brand new beginning.

He can earn wealth with his own hands instead of being exploited. He can taste real food instead of low-cost nutrient solution. He can freely use his time to sing, go shopping, travel... instead of working 24 hours a day and being scolded by the Lord of Machinery "Why don't you work hard!"

Obviously, those advanced models of machinery have monopolized the channels for promotion and snatched away most of the high-precision mechanical parts, but they still have to be high above - belittling his personality, his efforts, his dignity, and blaming him for not doing well, making him and the same miserable people as him roll around.

Now, he is finally free.

Noel put Blue in a prosperous big city, where most of the young people are looking for opportunities, and there is room for gold digging everywhere.

"Click." After a moment, the dressing room opened, and a young man with short blue hair, blue eyes, and a straight suit came out, looking at himself in the mirror shyly.

——This is a really well-fitting suit.

"Phoenix, can I see you again?" Lan Qie asked with a little expectation.

Noel helped him pay the bill and smiled: "I'm going to the Central Kingdom. We will meet if we are destined."

Then, the boy disappeared in the night sky of the city like a flying bird. Feathers grew on his back. After flying a distance, he lowered his head and muttered to himself:

"Look at this player's skills, what else..."

...

"Click, click, click."

The cold light hit Su Mingan, and he followed Li Mingyue and walked in an exhibition hall.

One by one, the glass display cabinets displayed not jewelry, but books. Thick or thin, old or new.

"...Is Yueyue a librarian here?" Su Mingan looked around curiously.

Under the light, books lay quietly in the square glass cabinet.

This is the exclusive collection hall of the Lord of the World. It seems that the Lord of the World is a book lover. Su Mingan appreciated the Lord of the World's taste. He wondered what kind of books this kind of king likes to read. It should be something like "The King's Theory", "Strategy Theory", "Historical Chronicle" and the like...

He took a closer look.

"I am the King of Luowasha", "I became popular after crossing into the Elf Queen", "Disciple Game: The Tyrannical Evil God Falls in Love with Me", "The World Tree of the Full Level Dominates the World", "The Collection of Si Que's Anecdotes"...

Su Mingan retracted his gaze, and his impression of the Lord of the World changed slightly: "Godfather, how far will it be before we can see her?"

"Soon."

Li Mingyue looked solemn. Su Mingan felt strange. It was just a book exhibition hall, why was it so solemn.

"... Do you like reading books?" Li Mingyue suddenly spoke.

"I like it." Su Mingan said.

"What do you do with a book after you finish reading it?"

"Put it on the bookshelf. Maybe I'll read it a second time later, but I prefer to read new books."

"Yes." Li Mingyue said: "A book has completed its mission after it is finished. When you turn the first page of it, it meets you for the first time. When you read it, it is the time for you to communicate with it. And when you close the last page, it will say goodbye to you forever."

Li Mingyue stopped.

He opened an ordinary glass display cabinet and took out a thick book. The cover was a gradient of blue and pink, and a cat ear pendant was hanging on it. It was very beautiful.

He put the book on the table.

"You should have heard of a concept." Li Mingyue said: "Pudding told you that she regards Luowasha as a book. She is the heroine and you are the hero. She thinks that if Luowasha is given a book name or a game name, it should be called "Ring of Luowasha"."

Su Mingan nodded. Pudding did say that.

"Although she said so much, in essence, she only has one point of view -" Li Mingyue said: "[Lovasa's world structure and logical foundation can be compared to a book, or a game]."

"Yes." Su Mingan has understood.

This is a worldview from a high-dimensional perspective. If civilization is compared to a book, then when you open the first page of the book, civilization begins to be born. Turn to the next page, civilization begins to evolve, and humans begin to slash and burn. Turn to the next page, primitive civilization evolves into agricultural civilization. Turn to the next page, and the dynasty is established...

What happens when you turn to a page. The world progresses slowly in the process of turning pages. Until you turn to the last page of the book, civilization is destroyed and everything stops. Only a finished book is left.

Li Mingyue nodded: "So, if the whole world can be compared to a book... what about people?"

Su Mingan's heart was empty.

Looking at Li Mingyue wiping the book, Su Mingan, with his keenness, quickly realized something. Then, a slight tremor appeared on his palm.

"...What." He almost understood what Li Mingyue said.

"Have you not seen the death of the Luowasha people?" Li Mingyue said.

"Yes. I have seen the death of Qi Jue and Fu En." Su Mingan said.

"That doesn't count. Qi Jue is a god and Fu En is a player. They are not Luowasha people." Li Mingyue shook her head.

"Wait a minute." Su Mingan interrupted the topic: "Fu En has a father and a mother, and is a native Luowasha person. Why do you say he is a player?"

"...He was not a player a few days ago." Li Mingyue said.

At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly felt cold.

"...A few days ago, Fu En was possessed by a player. He used a sleeping magic circle to make the player fall into a deep sleep, and he took over the player's identity. When Fu En sacrificed himself and died, the sleeping player in his body also died. When you are moved by Fu En's sacrifice, no one knows that the player died because of it." Li Mingyue said.

...Is that so.

Su Mingan was silent. It turned out that there was a player sleeping inside Fu En... None of them noticed this.

Li Mingyue sighed, his eyes stayed on Su Mingan, hesitating for a while, and seemed not to want to say anything more.

However, Su Mingan's eyes were distant and silent, waiting for him. Like a prisoner who knew the result but still wanted to be killed. The silence between the two lasted for a while. After a moment, Su Mingan spoke: "Godfather, continue. You said the world can be compared to a book, so people..."

"People, the same." Li Mingyue continued:

"After the death of the people of Luowasha... they will turn into a book."

"The longer they live, the thicker the book will be. The shorter they live, the thinner the book will be. The book will record their life experiences, joys, sorrows, loves, hates, desires, friends, teachers, lovers..."

"Just like shells will produce pearls, and dusty grapes will produce wine, when humans finish their short hundred years and end their lives, their years will produce books and poems."

"Books will also appear after the death of players, but it will take some time for them to appear."

"So, in Luowasha, people's tombstones will have a book buried in addition to ashes."

"Books look different. For people who have lived a glorious life, the books they form after death will be full of heroic words. People who are gentle and kind throughout their lives will leave books with warm and healing words after their death. People who keep a young mentality throughout their lives will leave books with romantic pink and free green after their death. People who love cats and dogs will leave books with cat paw prints after their death, and even come with bookmarks, pendants, small cards... "

"It's like a work of art."

"People who treat stories and words with care will not be lonely and helpless even after death."

"Talking about love and death, weaving stories into their own lives."

"Waiting to be read, appreciated, shared, or as their last suicide note."

"--When they were alive, they recorded their own words. After they died, the words recorded them."

"This is the story that people [write with their own lives].

"It is [a book that only one person has in a lifetime].

"

...

The death memorial of the people of Rovasha is no longer just a rotten corpse, but a book that writes about life. When people are heading towards the inevitable death, they know that their stories will not be buried, but can be distributed to others by relatives or friends and remembered forever. If their lives are interesting enough, even after thousands of years, even if they have already closed their eyes, perhaps someone will still read their lives.

"So..." Li Mingyue's fingers brushed the dust off the book, making it clean and new, and gently placed it in front of Su Mingan:

"This is... a book someone left for you."

The cat ear pendant hanging on the book swayed, swaying like a soft dandelion.

At this moment, Su Mingan's pupils dilated.

His lips began to tremble, staring at Li Mingyue unacceptably.

"Ding-Ding-!"

A very beautiful book.

The pink and blue gradient, clean and clear color.

There are cat paw marks on the cover, a few chocolate patterns on the side, and a small silver sword as the bookmark. The cat ear pendant has a texture like crystal, and it makes a crisp sound when it shakes, like her clear black eyes.

But Su Mingan is not ready to know all this.

Everything has already happened.

Li Mingyue's silent and sentimental gaze silently answered his unspoken question - the answer was obvious, why was he still hesitating?

"Tick tock, tick tock."

At this moment, the clock on the wall sounded like thunder, and his ears were buzzing so much that he could hardly hear anything. He felt like he was in a desert with only wind and sand, a traveler who was about to die of hunger and thirst.

His pupils dilated slightly, as if he had heard a ridiculous joke.

A small opening opened in the apex of his heart, and an icy cold wind blew through. He even felt like he was still dreaming.

"I...wait...no..."

...Maybe his hands are shaking.

He couldn't feel if he was standing.

"No……"

His eyes were dull, and he reached out and picked up the thick book. He almost wanted to tear it up to tear away the undoubted facts, but his fingers finally stopped rationally.

His eyes dropped and fell on the short title of the book.

Only two words pierced his eyes.

At this moment, his heart was paralyzed, his eyes became red, and he seemed to have fallen into nightmares that he could not get out of.

As early as when he was on vacation, he had a premonition that there was a sword of Damocles destined to fall on her head, called Soul Life. So they laughed, made fun, danced, sang songs, and went wherever they should go. The boat crossed the star river, the wood pulp raised waves, and the girl's figure swayed briskly on the bow... …

But Liming promised him, right?

After a long silence, he saw a piece of peach blossom falling slowly in the peach forest outside the window. He remembered that when they were standing in the peach blossom forest, she was reading comics on the recliner, and her shoulders were covered with peach blossoms.

He asked her to stop being lazy, and she laughed and said that if you live a long time, you have to lie down. After a while, she was greedy and wanted to eat the children's candied haws.

He asked her to read some new comic books, and she retorted like a child, saying that the old ones are the best and should be savored.

He brought her cookies from the capital. She ate one and wanted to eat more. So they made a rule, in order to prevent her teeth from getting bad, she could only eat three meals a day... They also agreed to watch the fireworks in the Northland together...

He seemed unable to understand what was happening in front of him, and his eyes stopped in a daze. Then, his fingers began to trace the short title of the book.

…

--"Yue Yue"

…

A short title, a book that belongs to her.

The blue-pink gradient book cover is playful yet solemn, cute yet elegant. Stroking the white pages, one after another, so light, so slender, and so thick together... It was as if her slender figure was in his eyes, word by word, condensed into her dark and clear Eyes.

Those eyes are speaking, the words he said when he was a child: Ming'an, you can treat me as a relative, I will protect you with my sword... don't be separated again.

——Why did she become a cold book?

At this moment, he suddenly missed her very much.

Starting from her departure half a year ago...no, starting from her time scale...thousands of years ago.

He just missed her so much.

…

Tao'er said that he had two more relatives.

no.

He only has one more.

…