First Player

Chapter 1355 Chapter 7·[The story is not finished and will be continued. 】

"After all, recreating a world with your own hands...even if you have ready-made data and templates, you still have to put in a lot of energy. Even the most powerful creator has a hard time."

"Many creators are assisting him. They divide their labor and cooperate. Some are responsible for copying the weather, some are responsible for copying the map, some are responsible for copying the power system, and some are responsible for copying the animals..."

"Rovasha, this huge and complicated world is entirely structured by words."

Suddenly, Su Mingan heard a rustling sound and raised his head.

The red sun is still setting, the wind is screaming for destruction, everything is burning, mountains and rivers are broken, and the people are falling in the apocalypse.

——But I saw a huge text net rising up in the sky for no reason.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

Like a tapestry left by the gods, every intertwined node of the web bears the mark of history.

They began to move slowly, and every letter, every stroke, and every symbol was changing and reorganizing, like a huge cyclorama movie.

Each era, like a story in fast forward, flies across the sky at this moment.

In the first era, the great swords of heroes shone with brilliance, and the collision of iron and blood echoed in the air.

In the second era, towering churches rose from the ground, and words turned into stone sculptures and stained glass. Immediately afterwards, Leonardo da Vinci's brush waved in the sky, just like Renaissance Italy, the era of creators had arrived.

In the third era, steam trains raced on the rails, and words turned into the gears of the machines and the sweat of workers. At the same time, on the other side of the big net, the swordsman's spirit gradually formed in the ancient eastern country, and the joy and sword spirit continued to surge.

In the fourth era, the blue moon loomed in the sky, twenty-seven gods stood in full force, and endless temples spread across the five planes. Fantasy and magnificent handwriting were everywhere.

Every picture is lifelike, with words and pictures intertwined, arranged and narrated.

Every transition is natural and smooth, and every detail is carefully crafted.

Su Mingan looked up at this spectacular sky, as if he was in the long river of history.

Finally, the text network slowly closed up and pressed towards the red sun.

This is the web of imitation.

From Sique and many creators.

——At the time of reset, the network of imitation imprinted the entire world.

The romance of creation, the pinnacle of art.

This will allow everything in Rovasha to return to normal quickly after the reset.

The apocalypse dissolves and the dead come to life.

It will all happen again until the next time the Lord of the End sends down the Red Sun.

Su Mingan raised his head, blood dripping down his eyes. His eyes reflected the red sun and white net.

"...Rovasha." He murmured.

Air, humidity, temperature, water sources, large maps, laws, force systems, historical nodes... The creators spent their efforts to imitate a complete world.

From before reset to after reset.

From the previous book, to the next.

Every modification, every fine-tuning, every connection of "drama memory lenses", and the placement of every "narrative anchor point".

The creators walked on the path of order, imitating the rules of Ravasha since her time. Just as the sun sets at a fixed time and is in the same sky as the moon at a fixed time, stars and astronomy all follow the same path.

Step out of the primitive, bid farewell to ignorance, and light the fire.

Patiently adjust the historical nodes until the original world is completely restored.

Once, again, and again.

——They show the same smile and weave the same blue sky.

And at the next reset, at the moment when the red sun set, I saw the demise of everything with my own eyes.

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I create first, then erase.

First give the soul and then destroy it.

First obtain the brilliance of his soul, and then drive his life to perish.

——First destroy, then "rebirth".

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[——Why did they fall? 】

[——Why are there endless loopholes and sorrows in the world? 】

[History is a long-lasting, real epitaph and memorial book engraved on civilization. I dare not compare myself to history. I am just a despicable life-taker, a thief who carries other people's lives, and a cruel executioner who burns the abandoned ones. 】

[But at least, the text describes their burning ideals and falling enthusiasm...before the library completely collapsed into the universe. 】

[Si Que, you are such a cruel person. It gave them hope and gave them despair. 】

[If you can’t bear it, don’t touch your quill in the first place. 】

…

"The Supreme Lord." Under the red sun, Su Mingan said: "Can you do me a favor?"

"Say," said the Lord Most High.

"I am a player, and players cannot accept such a team-killing ending. Si Que has discussed with me that we can spend the red days by 'building a small world and breaking away from the player's IP'." Su Mingan said: "I don't want to do it again next time After that, I still got to where I am today.”

"you mean?"

"I want to try to break the situation and prevent today's situation from happening again. I heard that your Gao Wei is good at slicing. Can you try it on me?" Su Mingan said: "Cut it into three pieces. I can't control it if it's too much. ”

The Supreme Lord thought for a while: "Okay, but you have to consider one thing..."

——What are the triggering conditions for Su Mingan’s authority?

If there is only one Su Ming'an, when Su Ming'an dies, the death rollback will be triggered.

But if Su Mingan has three, and one of them dies, will the death rollback be triggered?

Su Mingan believes that it should be the death of all three of himself that will trigger the death rollback.

After seeing what Dieying did - Dieying, Xiao Aba, Ba Axiao. Su Mingan also wants to try the feeling of slicing. Cutting into three pieces is actually equivalent to exploring three times on the same timeline at the same time. Each time is a real experience, but the memories are not interoperable. Until the final fusion, the memories of these three times will return to his mind.

Finally, there is a high dimension in front of him who is willing to let him try, and he wants to try it.

Soon, the Supreme Lord pulled someone over.

Looking closely - it turned out to be the God of Yunshang City.

This is not the "God of Yunshang City" that Su Mingan usually teases Su Lin, but the real God of Yunshang City. The one who has not been pulled down from the throne.

Slicing involves the soul, and the Supreme Lord lets the God of Yunshang City who has the authority of the soul do the knife.

With Su Ming'an's permission, the slicing was completed.

"After the reset, you are still in normal state. Only when you encounter an unsolvable dilemma, the slicing will be triggered and you will become three petals." The Supreme Lord said: "When you solve the dilemma, you will return to normal. There is only one chance."

Su Ming'an thanked him: "Thank you."

He didn't know why the Supreme Lord was so good to him, but the Hundred Gods profession allowed him to feel the emotions of others, and the Supreme Lord was very kind to him, so Su Ming'an was willing to ask Him for help.

Su Ming'an asked: "Then will our players have the impression before the reset?"

The Supreme Lord said: "Theoretically, there will be no, you will think that the copy has just begun."

Su Ming'an held his forehead: "... This situation seems familiar to me, it seems that a certain god has used it."

The Supreme Lord: "..."

Su Ming'an: "Then can you tell me after the reset about everything before the reset?"

The Supreme Lord: "Not this time."

Su Ming'an: "Why?"

The Supreme Lord wanted to say, because if you quickly pass the level, finish it, and be eaten by the organizer. Where can I read your story?

He has not yet finished repairing the excellent space-time record left by Su Mingan, and he wants to continue reading.

The Supreme Lord thought about it and lied: "Did you agree to the World Tree this time and become the [protagonist] of Luowasha?"

Su Mingan nodded. After all, he entered the dungeon as a member of the Rin tribe, so he should have become the [protagonist] favored by the World Tree.

The Supreme Lord: "Every move of the [protagonist] will affect the entire Luowasha's memory lens, and then affect the rate of entropy increase. So, next time, I will let the Fun Demon interfere with your race selection so that you will not be born as a Rin. As long as you are no longer the [protagonist], I can tell you everything."

"In addition, please be wary of the Lord God's world. Since the boundary between Luowasha and the Lord God's world is no longer clear, you may encounter the Lord God's world imitated by others. But whether you can distinguish the true from the false depends on you."

Su Mingan said: "I understand, thank you. If I become a high-dimensional in the future, I will repay your kindness."

The white goat looked at him with complicated eyes.

There is both kindness to the protagonist and greed for power.

It is his desire to read the story that delayed Su Mingan's clearance time and made Su Mingan continue to suffer. If he points out a clear way for Su Mingan now, Su Mingan can pass it quickly.

Judging from the current situation, there should be no next copy, and it will basically end with Su Mingan being eaten by the organizer.

But this also satisfied Su Mingan's wish. This was the ending that Su Mingan was willing to accept.

He had been in agony and covered with scars for a long time, and it was He who prolonged his suffering. He felt a little...guilt, and a strange joy.

"Although you will forget everything next time you reset, I will create a dream for you at the beginning. In the dream, you will see the picture of the red sun. How much you can really remember depends on you."

"Please find a way to save yourself as soon as possible... You don't have much time."

He didn't say much and disappeared quickly.

Su Mingan hugged the skeleton quietly, watching the red sun swallow the earth bit by bit, surrounded by the corpses of his companions...

He smiled softly:

"So."

"The story will start again."

...

Su Mingan opened his eyes.

In front of him was a pure black space.

He just had a dream, "himself" was laughing with his head in his hands under the red sun, surrounded by the corpses of his companions... It was really too scary.

He had goosebumps all over his body, and the tip of his nose seemed to still be lingering with a strong smell of blood. His hands still had the touch of brain and broken bones.

"Hu...Hu...Hu..."

He breathed heavily, and his mind repeatedly recalled the scene just now.

...What did he just see?

That should be the memory of a person named "Si Que Olivers", but why did Lu Shunuoer Yueyue and the others die around Si Que?

This person is too perverted, and is simply thousands of times better than his predecessors. It's too scary. He will never become such a person.

"Ya--" laughter came.

A person wearing a clown mask and a body like liquid paint walked towards him.

Su Mingan calmed down a little and looked at the Fun Demon.

By the way, you have to choose a race before the copy starts, but he saw that doomsday scene before he chose a race, so the copy has not actually started yet.

"Su Mingan!" Cassadia's smile became brighter: "What I just showed you is the ending of the world that I simulated! Is it scary? Are you afraid? If you don't want the world to fall into that situation, just work hard! "

"So, is that a possible future?" Su Mingan said.

"Yes." Cassadia's laughter was mixed with a hint of expectation:

"If you don't try to change anything, you will definitely end up in that situation. Choose your race quickly."

…

"The copy is about to begin..."

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[Ocean Angel: "...Yeah, exactly the same expression. When you deceived me and said you wanted to write me down, it was this expression... You are planning to deceive me again, you sharp-tongued magpie.\