First Player

Chapter 207 Chapter 205 · "I didn't expect you to become Wang Xingkong"

"Why not?" Su Mingan asked back: "If this can better achieve the ultimate goal, why take a long way around?"

"I know." Noel smiled: "So that's what you think."

He moved his fingers slightly and opened the ongoing human self-rescue meeting.

The live broadcast interface is extremely popular, and the barrage is like snowflakes, making it almost difficult to see.

"Now it seems that we have reached a critical moment of the issue." He said: "I feel that you still seem to have concerns about me. Let's watch the live broadcast with me and talk about it again."

Su Mingan dropped his gaze.

He never clicked on the live broadcast interface during the break.

Although players can start live streaming even during breaks. But since there was no point reward, he naturally never paid attention.

The live broadcast room during the break can be opened not only by adventure players, but also by casual players. They live broadcast forging, live broadcast for potion preparation, live broadcast for making milk tea, studying, eating and drinking, painting, playing online games... and even live broadcast for chatting and coaxing people to sleep.

Some adventure players will also turn on the live broadcast if they have nothing to do, and some of them will just open the live broadcast to chat. For example, Iris used to live broadcast during the three-day rest period to chat and interact with the audience.

At this time, Su Mingan saw that on the live broadcast interface, the most popular live broadcast room was still going on.

On the screen, a group of people were blushing, while the young man in a white suit sitting quietly at the end of the round table smiled gently and harmlessly.

Noel held up his chin, and his long eyelashes flickered beside the somewhat transparent light screen: ""Destiny". I have also heard this song. It is a very good song. But it has never been played like Ming. It touched me."

"In the current crisis and imminent destruction, people will be more emotional to this kind of music that resonates with them." Su Mingan said.

"Are Ming and you the same kind of people? If you were to play this piece of music..." Noel looked at him: "I can tell that the person who plays this piece of music loves this world very much."

"I haven't played the piano for a long time. I can't get this feeling." Su Mingan shook his head.

The pictures on the screen were being flashed by barrages like a torrent:

【! ! god! 】

[I thought it was a world-class pianist who came to the scene, but it turned out to be a hot man! 】

【...Is there really anything he doesn't know? This is also, this is also...]

[Is it a clone? I don’t think he would come to such a meeting. Wasn’t there news before that Su Mingan and Noel went to meet? 】

[Humanity is holding a self-rescue meeting, but the first player does not come to participate in person, but only sends a clone... What does he mean? 】

[Three loyal followers, the NPC's excessively high favorability, and Boss Rabbit's constant optimism, as well as all kinds of strange behaviors and overly prophetic thoughts, I think this person is really suspicious. 】

[But he played really well and it really made me cry. I think maybe we have wrongly blamed him before. Can we give him a little trust...? 】

【……】

There were exclamations and doubts in the barrage, but the core of their discussion was Su Ming'an.

Even though Ming has been sitting down for a while, people's topics have not changed, as if the joint group's live broadcast room has become an exclusive chat for the first player.

Su Ming'an has always been a hot topic, and his every move touches people's hearts, even on such occasions.

And in the picture that seemed a little out of place compared to the barrages flowing by, an issue was going on.

It is marked at the top of the live broadcast room.

The topic is:

[Everyone here thinks, why does the organizer organize such a game? 】

The first person to speak was Donner from Ireland.

"For the game." Donner said so seriously.

There were a few laughs from below, and Donner's frown deepened.

"——For the sake of a game, why do you think it's ridiculous?" He slapped his hand on the table:

“Games are behaviors that exist to satisfy spiritual needs based on the satisfaction of material needs.

It is an inevitable need for the development of a civilized society, represents a rich spiritual world, and is an essential spiritual need.

As early as the birth of cephalopods in the late Cambrian period, there were creatures that could play with stones and shells.

Large hunters will also play with their prey as toys before letting it die.

It is a spiritual relief, a break away from the shackles of the body, a free dance of the biological soul, and a carnival that consumes excess energy.

Even animals that seem to us to be on a lower level need play.

So, why do everyone here think that aliens, even higher-dimensional creatures, who are at a higher level than us, cannot play games? "

"drop--"

"Then, why can't it be an experiment?" Sopel, the arms dealer with gold teeth, stood up with a smile:

“Just like us human sociologists or biologists, in order to conduct some kind of research, we will deliberately group humans as observation objects, or stimulate ants and other animals to make them perform various behaviors.

Donner, you can't compare yourself to higher-dimensional creatures. What's more, you are a person who agrees with "Hobbesian culture". I can't resonate with your views at all.

Just like the villain on paper cannot imagine our existence, we in a lower dimension cannot imagine the existence and thinking of high-dimensional creatures. "

Tang Na frowned: "That's ridiculous, why do you think so highly of the organizer?

Haven't you heard Mr. Hu Runkang's conjecture?

[Main God Construction Stream].

Maybe they have only mastered a certain aspect of technology and are not as great as gods? Otherwise, they could directly erode our spiritual world, so why take such a roundabout way? "

"drop--"

Liu Jiahe, who was wearing military uniform, stood up: "I agree."

He said: “Now it seems that the progress of all mankind does not seem so critical.

If at the last moment, the organizers don't stumble us with an extremely difficult copy, then we don't actually have to be so urgent.

Perhaps we can take a longer view.

For example, seeing the existence outside the game, or even beyond the game..."

"..."

Su Mingan frowned as he looked at the scene playing out on the screen.

He has long felt that the topics of this kind of human self-rescue conference are meaningless. It is like a group of people integrating the opinions that are flying everywhere in the world forum and dumping them in a conference room like a vegetable market.

Judging from the topics selected by the joint group, it seems that these topics have little value, or that they have not been rigorously screened.

This group of people were afraid that the organizer was not malicious enough towards them - they actually said something like "Let's find the organizer's loopholes together" in such a live broadcast room that attracted world attention.

"Humans are social animals, and they are used to walking in groups." At this moment, Noel, who was sitting opposite, suddenly spoke.

He seemed to notice Su Ming'an's expression, smiled, and seemed to comfort him: "There is no need to be so harsh on them. Facing the world's crisis, what they want is for a group of people to sit down and chat and communicate with each other's thoughts.

But faced with some problems, they may be too optimistic.

When data is missing, people tend to fill in the gaps themselves. And all pessimistic statements seem to sound more profound than optimistic statements. "

Listening to Noel's words, Su Mingan suddenly discovered——

The second-ranked person in the world seems to have always been in opposition to humankind in his speech and stance.

Noel would refer to human beings as "them" and use "human beings" instead of "us" as an analogy. He never put himself in the position of "human beings" and always used the tone of a bystander.

Combined with what Noel said before, inviting him to eliminate the old civilization and embrace the new civilization.

Su Mingan realized that maybe Noel never thought of himself as a human being in his heart.

Regarding the future and the [New World], he always has the curiosity of an adventurer exploring the unknown. When faced with the crisis of humankind's imminent extinction, his tone is like the attitude of a high-dimensional creature looking down on the common people.

"Noel." Su Mingan looked at him: "You have been assimilated."

He sat back slightly, his back pressed against the cold backrest.

The light outside the window shone in front of his eyes, intersecting with the bright picture on the screen. He looked at Noel's eyes that were always smiling, and felt the edge and temptation hidden in the words of this seemingly childish No. 2. .

"You know? I watched your entire guide on the fifth world." Noel said: "I really appreciate... a question you asked about Hui Shuhang."

His hands were still playing with the building blocks. The building blocks collapsed and made a crisp "pop" sound, which was particularly obvious in the silence.

"——[Do you think the world you are in is real?" Noel said: "At that time, you were reminding Hui Shuhang in a subtle way, telling her that the world she was in might just be a world that had been abandoned. A fictional copy of the world. And all the memories and emotions she possesses may have been artificially poured into it, and do not actually exist.

Just like Wang Xingkong back then, you know about him, right?

Wang Xingkong once thought that he was a pure player, a person who was not dead yet and had a glorious future. He has unlimited possibilities and can strive for everything for himself without restraint.

And then...he realized that all the peace he knew was fake, and his future did not actually exist from beginning to end. He loved this world so much that his heart was as dry as a tree, and in order to stay in this world, he also humbled himself to the ground.

But all his past and the person he has created living in a dream are all the playthings of the organizers.

It’s like you’ve been walking on the wrong path, but going deeper and deeper until you can no longer look back…”

"What do you want to say?" Su Mingan asked.

Noel was silent for a moment.

The cylindrical building block rolled down on the table and slid down the slightly sloping table. Noel didn't reach out and let it slide to the ground with a crisp sound.

His hand stayed on the long building blocks, as if frozen.

"Su Mingan."

He looked over and saw that the light inside was sinking into the night a little bit as the colored light moved.

"——I just didn't expect that one day, you would also become Wang Xingkong."

…

[People always like to pursue the best choice, but the consequences of pursuing the best choice are often counterproductive. 】

[——It is often those kind wishes that bring humans into hell on earth. 】

…

In the main god space, there is a vast underground laboratory hidden under the building area disguised as a residential building.

On the ice-white ground, a researcher holding a record book was walking, and in the center of the laboratory, there were roars like a wounded beast.

"Impossible! Impossible! Why didn't I go back? Why-"

"I want to go home, death can go home, why haven't I died yet——!"

On the chair in the center, a young man with a ferocious face was tied up, his whole body trembling.

Although he could no longer move, he was still trembling as if he was mobilizing all the strength in his body, as if he might pounce at any moment like a crazed lion.

Suddenly, he seemed to suddenly understand something, and his body, which was shaking violently, fell into a brief silence.

And when he suddenly raised his head again, his expression and facial features were tangled together, full of despair and madness.

"I can't escape, I can't escape -" he shouted suddenly, tears streaming down his face, and his whole face turned into a ravine with water.

"I can't escape, hahahaha, even death can't be avoided, I can't even die - I can't run away, I can't get rid of this damn game, it will always be with me, hahahahaha - "

"——If you can't kill me today, I will definitely let you die... Satan is coming, and none of us can escape, there is no escape... Hahahahaha..."

The young man was still shouting. He was laughing miserably, with blood flowing all over his face. The smile was mixed with black and red, making him look particularly ferocious and terrifying.

Muroguang divided his face into two halves. Half of the face had its eyebrows twisted and the corners of its mouth curled up, as if it were smiling. However, the eyes of the other half of the face drooped downward, as if it was divided into two people in the middle.

In front of him stood a middle-aged man with a rich appearance, white and plump body. When looking at the wailing and miserable man on the chair, the middle-aged man tapped the cigar in his hand with a sad expression on his face.

"...Is he still like this?" He asked the researcher next to him who was responsible for recording, with worry in his tone.