First Player

Chapter 58 “Mo Yan, do you want to change everything?”

[Lord God World·Area 387·Hospital No. 10]

In the white ward, Mo Yan entered carrying fruit. He stared at the patient on the bed - the patient had a face almost identical to his.

"Brother." Mo Yan sat in front of the bed: "I'm here to see you."

The patient raised his finger. He was Mo Xiao, Mo Yan's biological brother. He suffered severe mental trauma due to the influence of the Sixth World's White Sand Paradise.

"The second brother hasn't responded yet. He may have really gone to become a person with a special status." Mo Yan said: "I don't want to believe that he has never come back. I prefer to believe that... the second brother is still alive, even if he He surrendered to the organizers and became a traitor to humanity. I also... hope he lives."

His second brother Mo Wen left forever after entering the Great Library in Praia, the seventh world.

There are three brothers in their family, one is crazy and the other is missing, leaving only the normal Mo Yan to shoulder the pressure.

Their family is just a microcosm of countless human families today, and a direct manifestation of the traps of the world's games.

Mo Yan's eyes became confused.

He once became a warm light in that hellish white sand paradise, an always optimistic pistachio, but at this time, he was afraid that he could not even illuminate himself.

"...What should we do." Mo Yan murmured to himself: "Living in a world like this, living in a world completely controlled by high-dimensional beings, even if one year really expires and we win... Is there really a way out? Brother, what should I do about your illness? My second brother disappeared, will he come back? My parents were not selected into the game. They are powerless. I can protect this family by myself. ?"

Mo Xiao on the bed stared blankly at the ceiling, motionless like a vegetative state, losing response to the outside world.

The knife in Mo Yan's hand made a slight "click" sound, and the apple peel fell to the ground like a paper ribbon.

The TV screen hanging in the ward was playing a promotional video promoting positive emotions and positive energy. The barrage passed across the screen like passionate slogans.

【I believe in the future! I believe that the overall points will definitely reach the target! ! ! 】

[I have signed up as a volunteer. I want to do something for mankind. I'm very timid and don't dare to end up, but I also don't want to be a mediocre person waiting to die. people! kind! must! Win! 】

[I am very open-minded. Even if I fail, this period will be the most unforgettable time for me. I have no regrets if I am wiped out. 】

[…I have done all the things with my parents that I didn’t have the energy to do before. We built a virtual scene system to see Huashan Mountain, climbed Huangshan Mountain, went to see foreign pyramids, traveled around the world, and experienced different replicas of life... This carefree year was more complicated than usual. , The decades of blindly working overtime for mortgage and car loans are more valuable to me. 】

[The world game is also very good. I don’t think this is a crisis of genocide. We have come into contact with a new century and a new civilization. 】

[High-dimensional creatures may not be malicious to us. According to the attitude of high-dimensional creatures, there are probably "pro-humanity faction" and "help-humanity faction" among them. Otherwise, why would we still be alive? This is precisely because they have not thought about it. Kill us with one stick. 】

【……】

Mo Yan clenched his fists, veins pulsing.

Since the beginning of the World Game, the tide of human attitudes has changed several times.

At first, people were afraid and rushed forward like whipped donkeys, fearing that they would all perish if their points were not up to standard. Later, with the emergence of sanity dungeons and mental trauma, panic became more serious, and fear of consequences became the mainstream of thought, making the strong stronger and the weak weaker.

but now……

but now.

...actually, the thoughts of "welcoming the arrival of world games", "accepting the organizers" and "this is an opportunity for human evolution" began to appear.

Is this human optimism?

No.

It should be said that no matter what era, there will always be factions that believe that the invaders are good people. One word should be used to describe this situation - "ball thief".

Mo Yan clenched his teeth and his fists clicked, but he was powerless to change everything.

The barrage river that was speeding past in front of him was separated by an entire screen.

"Don't... say anything."

He heard his brother Mo Xiao's voice coming from the bed.

"Brother...!" Mo Yan immediately leaned over and held Mo Xiao's hand.

"You have to... survive." Mo Xiao's eyes were bloodshot, like overflowing bright red spider webs: "... survive."

He seemed to have forgotten more words and could only repeat "live" mechanically. This seemed to be the deepest obsession in his mind before he suffered major mental trauma.

Keep your loved ones alive.

"I will... of course I will live!" Mo Yan gritted his teeth - his brother became like this, wasn't it because of the dropped copy of World Game? How could he get close to the organizer?

Others who have not been physically traumatized - they certainly speak lightly! Accepting 'Gao Dimension' and accepting the 'organizer', how can they understand the pain of their loved ones' trauma?

"When big brother...the first player is fighting on the front line, there will still be traitors like this who raise their flags and surrender..." Mo Yan gritted his teeth.

Before, someone had advised him to get closer to his big brother...the number one player.

After all, in Baisha Paradise, he has a lot of contact with the first player. If he can hold his thighs and form a team together, his family will receive better treatment, and a pig can fly when sitting on the wind.

...But how could he be so shameless? How could he occupy other people's teammates' positions when his own strength was not up to standard?

[Whether I regard him as my closest big brother or the number one player who is far away. Is it the superior person who gives me hope, or the person who drags me into the quagmire of public opinion]?

Mo Yan didn't want to think about it carefully.

He didn't want to dwell on who his eldest brother regarded him as, nor did he want to weigh his weight in their hearts. Just stop by and meet by chance, just like Yu Ruohe, Yang Changxu, Su Shi, Qin Ze and others... Since they are just acquaintances, then they will be left behind as time goes by.

This sense of disparity has grown to a prohibitive level.

He looked up.

——On the TV screen on the wall, the channel has been changed. At this time, it is the live broadcast room of the 'First Player'.

A new wave of discussions arose about 'whether to hand over Su Ming'an' and 'whether 10,000 people should make concessions to him'.

——Those people in the measurement city who took the initiative to seek refuge in ‘other dimensions’, and those who Zhai Xing wanted to seek refuge in ‘high dimensions’ at this time.

so similar.

Mo Yan stared at the TV screen. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his head.

[Player Mo Yan. 】

【Do you want to change all this? 】

"...?" Mo Yan glanced around and saw no one.

…

That voice reappeared.

[I know you are very dissatisfied with the current situation. 】

[I can give you higher authority and more powerful power... You can use this power to build your vision. 】

【——Are you willing to become a special person in the world game? 】

Mo Yan suddenly understood the source of the sound.

——The organizer!

Has this seeped into him?

"——Get out!!!" He yelled, startling the nurses outside the ward.

"roll roll roll!!!"

He roared, swinging the sword in his hand as if cutting the air.

"——I am a human! I am a pure human! Don't try to infiltrate me, find someone who is willing to join you and be your dog!!"

Angry voices shook the ward.

In the mind, the voice disappeared, making people suspect that it was an illusion.

But Mo Yan didn't notice that when he heard the sound, his clear and bright eyes flashed slightly blood red. But after the rejection, the burst of blood suddenly disappeared.

…

"thank you."

Su Mingan looked at the two steaming dishes and one soup on the table in front of her.

Just now, he witnessed an extremely sci-fi cooking process. Xiaomei stuffed some low-quality vegetables and water into a rectangular machine. Ten minutes later, the two completed dishes and one soup were pushed out.

"No, it's nothing. You're welcome. It's just a meal." The little girl said in a quiet voice, "This is made by a scrapped cooking robot. I repaired it a little."

Su Mingan noticed that in this small and broken room, there were many machines that looked like they were picked up. Automatic dishwashers, sweeping machine discs, simulated garment machine mirrors, and some small guns without ammunition.

However, Xiaomei has no channel to sell these. Once her wealth is revealed, she can easily be robbed or even killed.

"Where is your sister Dong An'an?" Su Ming'an asked.

When they first met, the mute girl Dong Anan was being chased by a robot, and she had the Dawn Code on her body. Dong Anan is a timid mute girl during the day. But at night, she is a ruthless girl who can assassinate him and even recognize him as Akto.

"We were chased by a mechanical army before, so we ran away separately. I don't know where she is now." Xiaomei said softly.

She hesitated for a moment and then said: "Also, what happened tonight..."

Su Ming'an understood.

"After I return to Central City, I will order the punishment of those who insulted you." Su Mingan said.

But to his surprise, Xiaomei actually refused.

"no no……"

Xiaomei shook her head repeatedly, and there was a faint glimmer of water in her clear eyes, and her thin shoulders couldn't help but shrug: "Please, please don't care about this. Bullying and so on... are all normal things. Resistance If you do, you will only be treated worse. If the middle-aged man does not die today, he will definitely be imprisoned in the shelter later. But if the city lord pays attention to this matter again, our black boss here will investigate... Then It’s all over!”

She buried her head in her hands, her tone full of struggle and pain: "We in the fringe area are divided into forces, and there is a black boss who is in charge of night business like ours. We girls are all under his control. Such a stable life, It's already very good, very good. I can't accept any more changes. City Lord, please stop paying attention to this, Dawn... Dawn can't tolerate us!

If we ruin this day, we will be beaten and killed when we enter the city. I would rather linger here than enter a shelter and be electrocuted to death. If you are beaten by a guest now, then you will be beaten. At least you still have freedom and human rights..."

After she finished speaking tremblingly, she turned around and ran into the curtained inner room.

Su Mingan stared at the empty bowl at the opposite table that she had licked clean.

The meal in his hand remained untouched.

... There was no salt at all, and the vegetables were spoiled. It was hard to swallow even one bite, and he couldn't eat it.

"Xiko." Su Mingan said, "I hate Li Ming."

Xiko's image suddenly appeared on the screen, and she was awakened by his voice.

"You are the last person who should hate Dawn." She said: "This is the current situation of this city's existence, and we cannot take care of everyone's wishes.

Human beings need to have enough awareness to survive in the apocalypse that is enough to exterminate them. "