First Player

Chapter 205 Chapter 203·"We are the world"

[—— Let the human civilization that should be eliminated be eliminated,

And the ones that survive are the ones that are suitable.

To embrace the future, embrace higher dimensions, embrace new life, embrace - a brand new world civilization. 】

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In the ferris wheel lattice that was slightly dimmed by the colorful lights from the outside, a young boy with blond hair was looking over intently.

His eyes were soft and his smile was gentle, with a hint of innocence and purity.

He was holding out his hand, as if waiting for someone to take it.

Su Mingan didn't move.

"Tell me more specifically." He said, "About your [New World]."

Noel sighed slightly and took his hand back.

"So my words still failed to impress you?"

"I'm more pragmatic." Su Mingan said, "I don't care about your ideals. I want to know the specific benefits, as well as the responsibilities and obligations."

A small round table appeared in Noel's hand.

He took out the round table from his backpack, and then took out a bunch of colorful building blocks, like the building blocks that children like to play with.

He placed a square block on the table and looked at him.

"First of all." Noel said: "We are currently the two strongest players in the world. If we work together, we will definitely be much stronger than fighting alone."

Su Mingan nodded.

"Secondly." Noel took out a rectangular building block and placed it on the square:

"I own the [New World] guild. Although the guild has no practical significance, my connections are enough to allow you to contact any outstanding sub-professional players. Equipment, magic circles, gems, potions... you can get these all as soon as possible. Great value for money deal.”

Next came the triangular blocks, which Noel placed on top of the rectangle.

"Third, the advantage of public opinion. We don't have as many chaos as the United Regiment, and there are no competing interests among various factions. You can take risks without worrying about someone backstabbing."

He took back his hand and looked at Su Ming'an.

"Fourth, you and I are both people with special identities." Noel said: "My identity is [Watcher]. I have certain precognition rights about the world copy that is about to be opened."

"The right of foreknowledge?"

"I can know some information about the next world copy in advance." Noel smiled, suddenly stretched out his hand, and pushed——

"Crash-"

The blocks collapsed and made a crisp sound on the table.

He smiled like a real kid playing with blocks.

"For example, in the sixth world, the dungeon will be opened at twelve o'clock the day after tomorrow." Noel concentrated on building blocks and said: "If you cooperate with me, I can tell you the relevant information of the dungeon before each dungeon is opened.

If there are props that are useful to you, such as anti-number tracking, I will also give you priority. "

……very good.

After hearing so much, this fourth item is what Su Mingan needs most.

[Watcher]...is he a prophet-like identity?

Being able to know some information related to the dungeon before it starts is indeed a very useful identity.

"What are the obligations I need to fulfill?" Su Mingan said.

"Not much! Really not much!" Noel stretched out his hand and made a gesture.

Su Mingan knew that it was a selfie action.

"Click——" There was a crisp sound, and Noel shared the photo he had just taken with him.

In the picture, outside the thin glass, there is a dim sky.

Noel, who was smiling brightly, and Su Mingan, who was expressionless, were combined in a rectangular screenshot. The colorful lamps that came with the small square covered their faces, casting gem-like spots of light.

"If you cooperate with me, you should at least issue a statement, right? I will edit the copy and match this picture, and you can just forward it on the forum!" Noel said with a smile.

"What about the others?" Su Mingan asked.

Noel's smile faded slightly.

"Others, there is only one last obligation." Noel said: "Su Mingan, I hope you can listen carefully to what I am going to say next. However, before that, I want to ask you a question first."

Su Mingan nodded.

"If you get to the end, you pass the level perfectly and become the real [power holder], an existence beyond the human category." Noel said:

"Then, when that time comes, Su Mingan, what will you be carrying in your heart?"

…

The first time Marjorie saw the first player walking in, she was speechless.

Everyone who watched him walk in also said nothing.

However, a round of applause sounded from somewhere, like a welcome, and also like a thank you for the magnificent opening song he just played.

And as a round of applause sounded, a series of applause also sounded, gradually forming a sea of ​​applause. And the number one player, who was bathed in room light, wearing a suit as white as snow, and wearing a friendly smile, also walked in and said hello to everyone present.

...Everything he showed was completely unlike an ordinary student from the Dragon Kingdom, but like a modern aristocrat like Edward who was used to attending such occasions.

"Marjorie, is that Su Mingan? It really surprises me. I thought he wouldn't adapt to this kind of situation." Anna next to her looked like there were stars in her eyes.

"I like such a glorious man. Although he is still young, I like him." Anna whispered to her, smiling enthusiastically.

This passionate Italian woman would not hide her emotions. After confirming her thoughts, she spoke directly to Marjorie.

Marjorie was also surprised by this.

She originally thought that the number one player who had been acting like a lone wolf and living in his own world would not come to such a meeting.

After all, she had heard about what happened before. It seemed that people from Edward's group, under the banner of the United Regiment, surrounded Su Ming'an in the main god space and wanted to kill him.

Logically speaking, there should be no possibility of reconciliation between the two parties.

Moreover, even if the number one player does come, it may just be a performance that lowers his rating.

After all, on such occasions, many of the top 100 players who were originally low-status on Zhai Star have become ugly. Some people don’t know how to wear suits and ties, some have unique aesthetics in dressing, some walk with a stooped back, and some Others were yelling like Igor.

When they speak, there is always a sense of timidity, like students who lower their heads in front of the teacher, like candidates in front of the English speaking interviewer. They use various words as if they have finally suppressed them, even if they say them It smells like big dirt.

But this... this student from the Dragon Kingdom who walked in seemed to be very different from what she had imagined.

Not only was everything he was showing now, she could hear that the fate he had just played also carried a heart-shaking emotion.

...Music can express a person's heart.

She believes that someone who can play such a piece must be someone who loves the world.

However, she still felt a little strange. She felt that this number one player seemed to be different from what was said on the forum.

She looked at her and gradually felt that something was wrong.

She gradually no longer felt the dazzling brilliance in him that outsiders said, nor did she feel the sense of stability that "this man will definitely win", but a clear and clear word.

【arrogant】.

As if the word was engraved in her bones, the first moment his eyes came over, she felt this unspoken emotion. It seemed like all the glory around him was just a coat, everything he did was a performance, and this sense of performance was so well concealed that she could hardly detect it.

The first player walked in from the door, said hello to everyone, and then took a seat.

Marjorie heard many people whispering about him, and Anna's eyes next to her were like stars.

Just then, she heard a bell ringing.

The meeting started.

Wilson on the stage raised the first topic of the day.

[——What do you think is the essence of the world game? 】

…

As soon as Marjorie heard this issue, she turned her attention to the first player sitting near the north door.

Beside him were Sora Mizushima with his head lowered and Engel with his eyes narrowed.

He seemed to have picked a bad spot.

Mizushima Kawakawa, a Fuso girl, carries a knife with her. Even though the waiter persuaded her, she did not put it back into her backpack. Her back was straight, and when the first player sat down next to her, the lines of her whole body seemed to be suddenly tense.

And Engels, the mad priest who threatened to make the first player understand good and evil, also narrowed his eyes. He hid the danger behind his green eyes and seemed to say hello to the first player softly.

There seemed to be a world under the spotlight. When everyone moved their eyes, they would involuntarily stop at the first player's place, as if they cared about his thoughts.

Marjorie originally thought he wouldn't come, but since he came, there must be something he wanted to tell.

She had also learned about his lighthouse theory, and partly agreed with it, but partly could not agree with it.

If the first player wanted to persuade them like the NPCs in the strategy game at such a meeting, she might be able to see the depth of his thoughts and see a fierce collision of ideas.

And just when Marjorie was looking forward to it, someone stood up first.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a scarlet scabbard on his waist. The scabbard was like an ornament without a sword, but it also expressed his respect for the sword.

He was wearing a dark robe, which seemed to be the costume from the Dragon Kingdom. It was embroidered with a group of pythons with white thread. The embroidery work was very exquisite. Driven by his movements, the sleeves moved slightly, making it look like they were alive. Pythons dance in the dark.

"Let me start this." The middle-aged man bowed, which seemed to be the etiquette in the Dragon Kingdom.

"Please." Wilson nodded and stretched out his hand.

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and looked around the seventy-six participants sitting at the round table like an emperor.

"I am Xiaoyaozi, an ancient warrior from the Dragon Kingdom."

He cupped his hands and spoke in a thick voice, mixed with a sense of majesty. At the same time, the translated words also had a flavor of the classical Chinese of the Dragon Kingdom.

"——I am a rotten man who is about to die in the earth. I have nothing but the sword in my heart."

"Seeing that my life is approaching, but there is no hope of breakthrough in swordsmanship, I can only end this life and turn into a blue lamp."

"Fortunately, the world game has come, and the organizer has given me the opportunity to give me magical powers to help me rejuvenate and rejuvenate, and my youthful appearance has faded away."

"I am no longer a hopeless person, and my vision is no longer limited to a piece of soil,"

"In fact, after observing the things in other worlds, I have gained some enlightenment, and I have successfully made a breakthrough in the swordsmanship that has been bothering me for many years."

"I will not let any emotions control me. My body and soul can only be controlled by myself. From now on, the Sword Sect will have a sword master with seven emotions and six desires."

"I was able to catch a glimpse of the sky, and this is a great opportunity!"

When Xiaoyaozi said this, his voice suddenly became passionate:

"Therefore, I think,

World Game - This is Opportunity!

Opportunities for mankind, opportunities for Jianmen.

It helps us break through the barriers, and seeks for others, so that human civilization and my swordsmanship can become more advanced!

Shaohua's white head only lasts for a moment. The way of heaven is ever-present and circulates back and forth.

What do we have to fear in the battle between great avenues? "

When Xiaoyaozi said this, he seemed to want to continue his passion, and there was a harsh "beep--" sound coming from the side. It was someone who slapped the red button on the table.

This is a feature of this meeting. If someone wants to join other people's discussion during the topic, they can press the button to argue with them.

However, each person only has three chances, and it cannot turn into a situation of leverage and mutual defeat. The joint team is afraid that this group of players with different colors and irresistible tempers will fight at the conference table, and Wilson still needs to adjust in the middle. .

The player who stood up was a slightly dark-skinned player with a flaxen turban on his head. He looked at Xiaoyaozi and seemed to be in a very unfair mood.

He is Gadi, the fifty-fourth player on the rankings.

"No, this is a war! This is a war launched by alien colonists against humans! They want to completely dominate us physically and mentally, and make us their tools to colonize other worlds!" Gadi looked resentful. .

Xiaoyaozi frowned: "Pursuing the road cannot be smooth sailing. The organizer has given us such an opportunity, so why should we be so confrontational?"

"drop--"

Another sound rang out, and another suit player with fair skin and yellow hair joined the discussion.

"Senior Xiaoyaozi is right. Now is the best time to show our style. Everyone is acting towards the same goal, developing together, and sharing destiny. This is our best era! We are the world!" he said, spreading his hands.

"drop--"

A beautiful girl with blonde hair and a graceful waist stood up:

"Are you kidding me? Do you think those aliens would be so kind as to give you a chance to evolve so that you can be a good person and promote the progress of human civilization while doing business at a loss?"

"drop--"

"Wilder, I have to say, if you don't step out of your comfort zone, you will never make progress!" A man with a big back frowned and stood.

"drop--"

"It's not like now. We were pushed out suddenly into the ice and snow without even having time to put on our clothes. We would just freeze to death!" the long-haired man in a robe retorted.

"There is no free lunch in the world, dear, we have signed a selling contract with the aliens. We can't escape, we can't escape! Only by doing what they say will we have a way out!"

"drop--"

"But this is amazing, isn't it? Destiny is truly in the hands of each of us." The elite man pushed up his glasses.

"drop--"

"I long for freedom, but if people are destined to dance in shackles, I would rather choose a brighter place to stay."

"drop--"

"Wait, wait, don't worry, everyone, I have introduced a chapter on body training. As long as you practice for a long time, soothe your spirit, and mobilize your breath, you can create a yin and yang and move towards the unity of heaven and man..."

"drop--"

"drop--"

During the quarrel, Marjorie tilted her head.

She saw that the number one player, who was sitting upright, was smiling at the scene where everyone was blushing.

Like one enjoying a wonderful stage play.