First Player

Chapter 1445 Chapter Ninety-Five · "Your hometown has been filled in."

Time has flowed backwards.

No, it should be said that Cortana rearranged the chapters in the "Book of World Games" and removed the lens of memories after "Destruction", so time returned to this time.

Noel remembered that at this time, he was being besieged by everyone.

"Same as last time, everyone knows that you and the World Master have come to snatch the books of World Tree and are besieging you." The young voice of the seventh seat sounded: "Xiao Na's hand turned back the clock, allowing the Lord of the End of All Things to be captured again. Excluded from Rawasha, He will come in an hour now, do you want to continue the last development? "

"...Ah, let me think about it." Noel picked off the purple grapes and ate one.

"I suggest that we help the Lord of the End of All Things to come." The seventh seat said: "It is difficult to kill such a powerful cosmic organ of World Game, but as long as World Game is weakened and unable to control us organizers, That’s enough for me to escape. As another cosmic organ, when facing the world game, both sides will suffer losses and fall into weakness.”

"The space cat is really interesting." Noel said with a smile: "The two organs in the body are used to control the increase of entropy. One is to directly destroy civilization, and the other is to gently redeem civilization."

He shook his head and suddenly thought of an ancient saying from the Dragon Kingdom that he saw when he was studying the dictionary:

"We are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into mutual conflict."

After saying that, he laughed to himself.

"Organs don't have brains, and white blood cells can cause blood clots." The seventh seat sounded like a childish child: "That's why Xiaona invited Su Mingan, the highest scorer, to be the brain. It's a pity that the Lord of the End of All Things evolved by himself If you have a brain, you might become the brain of the Lord of All Things."

"..." Noel kept smiling.

"What are you thinking about?" Seat Seven couldn't help but ask.

"I was thinking... if I support Su Ming'an to become the brains of the world game, Su Ming'an should be able to help me ascend the dimension." Noel stroked the rose petals beside his ears, still smiling.

His smile was so bright that Sea Seven couldn't tell whether he was sincere or joking. The seventh seat immediately increased his tone and cried like a child:

"No! No! You promised me a long time ago that you would introduce the Lord of the End of All Things to attack the World Game, and I would take advantage of the chaos to escape from the World Game. Once I am free, I will help you increase your dimension and build a new world for you."

"You can't cheat! You can't turn around and help others! Huh... we have signed a bet. If you regret it, just wait to die! Noel Ajinni!"

Noel's eyes darkened.

His blue eyes, like the vast ocean, became deeper and deeper, like a deep whirlpool on the seabed.

He lowered his tone, like a gentle dean coaxing a child:

"Okay... Yuritilora, of course I won't go back on my word, and I won't make fun of my own life."

"But my brother is too tired. He just rushed into the lake and his soul is extremely exhausted."

"Let's rest for a while, make more preparations, and then summon the Lord of the End of All Things to descend, okay? I was too anxious last time, and I was cut into pieces of flesh and blood. This time, at least wait until the Lord of the World grabs the book. , after obtaining the "Source of the World" from Rawasha, we will start to eradicate this civilization completely. Otherwise, even if Rawasha is destroyed, it will be restored after reading the book. "

The seventh seat temporarily put aside his doubts and said: "What you said makes sense. It just so happens that you are only a third-level god. You are too weak. Take advantage of this time to rise to a higher level."

The young voice fell silent.

Noel smiled silently, looked at the gods above the sky, and held up the sickle as pale as bone:

"Then, let's use you as nourishment..."

…

Su Mingan opened his eyes.

The flowing clouds flew by, and beneath him was a giant golden dragon.

The pure white robe floats in front of her eyes, and her braids flow in the wind. The young man with flowing black hair and dazzling golden eyes stood with his hands in his pockets and his side eyes.

"——Come back?" said the God of Yunshang City.

"——Quickly, go to the Central Research Institute!" Su Mingan said without hesitation.

He won't go to Yggdrasil anymore.

Even if I go, I can't stop the World Master from grabbing books. Instead, they will welcome the coming of the Seventh Seat and the Lord of the End of All Things.

"Yes." The God of Yunshang City responded and patted the dragon's head. His thoughts were consistent with Su Ming'an's: "This is the direction to the Central Research Institute."

Last time, He retained his soul with the help of soul authority, so he was not destroyed by the Lord of the End of All Things. But he didn't enter the lake to see Su Ming'an.

In the distance, Su Mingan saw row upon row of silver-white buildings, and the metal city towered majestically. Drones and machines are hovering, and white coats and transport vehicles are everywhere.

The giant dragon roared and rushed straight into the experimental city, causing everyone to scream.

Su Mingan landed quickly, and with a flick of his white tentacles behind him, his whole body was thrown out like a cannonball, straight into the center.

"...Are you really going to agree to World Games?" came the voice of the god from Yunshang City.

"Whether I agree or not, Luowasha's problem must be solved." Su Mingan said firmly.

"...But no matter what, don't agree." The God of Yunshang City hesitated for a moment and said calmly: "In such a future, you will definitely regret it."

"I'm just afraid of a future that will make me regret even more..." Su Mingan's voice drifted in the wind.

…

Lin Hejin sat on the edge of the bed.

His hair was all pale, and wrinkles stretched across his face.

He was surrounded by dim kerosene lamps, yellowed manuscript paper, poor quality ink, and rags all over the floor.

He spread out the paper, held the quill, and wrote his work stroke by stroke.

As I write, the voice of my youth seems to ring in my ears:

"Mr. Lin, it was you who raised questions about "Lotasha, the Goddess of Life" in public. You questioned Mr. Olivis?"

"No, I just... I just want to know if he was coerced..."

"So you smeared Mr. Olivers and believed that there were holes in his plot."

"No! That's not it! Don't you reporters understand? I mean, I'm worried about his safety."

"So you still think that there are loopholes in the plot written by Mr. Olivers, and you question his writing skills."

"I, I..."

"You questioned him, Mr. Lin. Now, there are many people on the Internet who are dissatisfied with you. Some people even reported your family information and released rats at your door. What do you think about this..."

Lin Hejin closed his eyes in pain.

He took off his reading glasses tremblingly, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled, and inhaled.

At this time, a carefree man came in, stood with his arms crossed, and frowned: "Dad? Why don't you just lie down and get up to write again. How old are you? You didn't write anything when you were young. Now, What good things can you write? Don’t fall somewhere and bother me to take you to the hospital.”

Lin Hejin shook his head: "This is a work that I have been imagining all my life...it is a gift to my life. I must finish it."

The man said impatiently: "I have been writing for decades, but I haven't finished it yet. I have revised it again and again. I told you before, you are not a writer! If you had been an honest worker when you were young, I would have Not so poor!”

Lin Hejin was furious and waved his hands: "Go! Go! Go quickly! You won't lose a penny of your property, so don't hang around here!"

As soon as he heard this, the man suddenly showed a satisfied look in his eyes, turned around and left.

The room was silent for a moment, except for the sound of the pen tip rubbing.

Lin Hejin lowered his head and smiled bitterly.

I have lived a useless life all my life.

When he was young, he was impoverished. Because he questioned "Lotasha, the Goddess of Life", he was ridiculed by netizens, unboxed for human flesh, and targeted offline... The existence of Olivis is both a glorious art palace and a grand event. A vast inferno of words. It must not be questioned or slandered, otherwise it will be regarded as deviant.

Since then, Lin Hejin has never been able to publish a complete manuscript, and any editor has rejected him. He can only survive by ghostwriting some scattered student compositions, dream essays, and short stories.

Even Ran Bo, who had a similar experience to him, has now become a doctor at the Central Research Institute, but he is still a wasted person.

Living in a tight situation with daily necessities of food, rice, oil and salt, you are reluctant to sit in a better cat car seat and have to think carefully when ordering a takeaway... This is the life of ordinary people. Time flies by without a trace of the excitement of the protagonist.

However, he was always imagining a literature of his own in his mind.

Even if he is destined not to be seen, he wants to have a story of his own in this life.

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If a person like him is destined to be just a slime at the protagonist's feet in this life, then he wants to be a happy slime.

"It's ridiculous that I have worked hard all my life and written more than 20 million words, but I am only a D-level creator..." Lin Hejin laughed at himself: "Olivis was a C-level creator from the beginning..."

He shook his head and continued to immerse himself in the idea of ​​the story.

This story of mine, after decades of conception, has come to an end. In recent days, he noticed that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and even doctors began to ask about inheritance matters, so he knew that he had to write the ending.

He picked up the pen and slowly wrote on the last two pages of the thick manuscript:

[...The young man walked a long, long way, holding an oil lamp, and finally walked in a direction he was familiar with. 】

[He saw a wilderness with white seagulls, rolling mountains, and golden sand. 】

[Yes, it is a wasteland. 】

[The young man hesitated, but walked over. 】

[Did he walk for so long and still find nothing in the end? 】

[His friend, a nightingale, sat on his shoulder and shouted:]

["Your hometown, your hometown, has been filled in!"]

["It was filled with the anger of the big tree and the distant gods!"]

["Oh, my friend, my friend, you can never return to your hometown, you can never return to your hometown..."]

…

Central Research Institute.

In the laboratory, under the influence of the "time" authority, the flow of time was slowed down to the slowest speed. Spend years here and the outside world is only a few minutes away.

Ran Bo has been calculating carefully for three years.

Day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep. His body was visibly weakening, and because he was injected with the best nutrient solution, he was forced to maintain high-intensity calculations. Skinny and bones, with sunken eye sockets.

Xiaobai looked at the data and muttered to himself:

"The data is almost there, but the artificial Lin clan still needs bodies and souls. Huibai has already gone out to look for it, and should be back soon..."

…

Within the World Tree.

The World Master and Qi Zhou walked towards the core of the World Tree one after the other.

The dim light flickered, and the two of them had their own thoughts.

"...We're here!" Suddenly, the World Master's eyes lit up, showing joy.

What came into view was a huge bookcase, with wooden bookshelves embracing in a 360° ring, revealing only a small open space in the middle. The spiral wooden staircase extended upward, and each floor was filled with books like the vast starry sky.

Looking around, there were thousands... no, bookshelves connected to bookshelves, books connected to books. There were more than 20,000 books here!

These were all the books collected by the World Tree!

As long as you understand these books, it is equivalent to understanding the "Seven Seals", obtaining the source of the world of Luowasha, and becoming the master of the new world!

"So many books... do you have to read them all?" Qi Zhou was dumbfounded. He wanted to secretly stop the Lord of the World, but he didn't know where to start.

"No. There should be a book of the collection, just finish reading that one..." The Lord of the World put down the oil lamp and scanned with sharp eyes. Soon, he walked to the central open space of the bookshelf that hugged the bookshelf, where there was a white chair and a white table.

On the table, there was a book without a cover.

"The book of the collection..." The Lord of the World put his finger on it, and the corners of his lips curled up.

Ijulaire was dragged by the demonized gods, and no one was guarding here. Qi Zhou knew that he was the only one who could stop the Lord of the World from ascending the throne of the new world.

Qi Zhou looked curious and approached gently: "Father, what is written in this book?"

The Lord of the World smiled and said: "It is a summary of the experience of constructing copies of the world game, as well as the secrets of Rovasha, including twelve stories and the history of the first era..."

He looked at Qi Zhou, and his eyes rarely revealed some warmth:

"You are my most satisfied child. If you want to read, I don't mind reading with you. If I become the king of the new world, you will be the second person after me. In this world, only the two of us have the closest blood relationship..."

This soft look may have really touched Qi Zhou for a moment.

His heart has always been a wasteland, and he has been controlled, suppressed, and suppressed by the Lord of the World since he was born. A little bit of tenderness will make his heart tighten and surge with a desire for love.

However, he thought of the children in the orphanage and their frail bodies.

"Pah!"

At this moment.

Qi Zhou suddenly exploded and threw the oil lamp in his hand!

The flame blessed by the spell fell and rushed towards the Lord of the World!

"Crash!"

A sea of ​​fire.

...

In the dark church, the cross exuded a faint halo.

The blood clan knelt down, and the demon clan bowed their heads.

Lu Shu sat at the top, wearing a crown, staring at the [Lord of the Abyss, Letosli Godhead] in his palm.

Su Mingan's words echoed in his ears: "This is a godhead that is more suitable for your racial characteristics, and it is not as repulsive as the Lezi Demon Godhead. If you want to eat it, you will become a third-level god like the Sea King."

Lu Shu thought of Noel, who was favored by the high dimension, the Sea King who called the wind and rain, Yueyue who walked in the world, and the gods of Yunshang City who were high above the clouds.

He raised his neck, and his Adam's apple rolled.

The divine nature, like a heart, rolled into his throat.