First Player

Chapter 9 · "Happy New Year."

"Catastrophe Season 4. The weather is heavy with snow and the humidity is level 6. Residents are advised to pay attention to slipping and cold when traveling, pay attention to safety, stay away from water sources, and please do not swim in winter."

"Frontline soldiers and civilians are about to return. Family members are asked to wait in the outer city. The casualties are still being counted."

"Control of the City of God has been seized. Under the leadership of Asa Akto, mankind has entered a period of stable development. The scale of the planting area is expanding. The deputy city lord has led cutting-edge scholars to receive the three-domain technology of the God camp. Our future It’s bright…”

"Due to the cessation of the war, the trial center will reduce the number of active personnel. At the same time, the City Guard is recruiting and screening new personnel. Those who are interested in applying, please pay attention to the selection requirements of Tekal experts..."

Su Mingan woke up to the sound of the broadcast.

Various live broadcast screens broadcast the latest situation, and the announcer did not hesitate to show his respect for Asa Akto. They say he saved the world.

"We should know that on the last day of the 48th year of the disaster, a city lord who instinctively enjoyed warmth and blessings fought against the gods' agents without fear of life and death, and stopped a nuclear explosion that could destroy all mankind, allowing those on the front line to The soldiers were able to successfully attack the last line of defense of the gods’ camp..."

The announcer's voice spread throughout the city-state:

"We should express our sincere apologies to him. No one can surpass his achievements. History should remember this day. This is the day when the world changes and everyone enters a new era. On this day, there are no more coveted gods in the sky. There is no longer an agent on earth who can influence the lives of civilians..."

The sound of people stepping on the snow and laughing could be heard outside the window, and the ever-present smell of gunpowder smoke dissipated. There were no screams, no wails, no smell of burning corpses.

At this moment, Su Mingan vaguely realized that the war seemed to be over.

The bloody dawn quietly sprinkled on his face, and he could see a filmy red outside his eyelids, like the color of the New Year.

He slowly opened his eyes, his vision became clearer and clearer, and he saw at least twenty people waiting in front of his bed, most of them wearing military uniforms and covered in dust.

"The city lord is awake!"

"The lord is awake!"

"Call the doctor to come and take a look!"

"Little handsome..."

The moment he opened his eyes, there were rumbling sounds one after another, like a group of people beating gongs and drums in his ears. Some people stood up and called the doctor, and some said hello to him.

Su Ming'an couldn't see any familiar figures for a while. The faces of these people were a bit unfamiliar. They were descendants of the legion for more than ten years and had not had much contact with him.

Xia Sheng, who is usually the first to report the battle situation, is not there, Noah who discusses strategies with him is not here, Luna who cares about his physical condition is not here, Yamada Machichi is not here, Cheng Luohe, Staxi, Lu, Yueyue, Che, Sen... ...are not here.

He couldn't see anyone familiar.

A young man helped him sit up and said in a high voice: "City Lord, the war is over! The war is over!!"

This group of elites who have always been calm seemed to have burned out their brains. They kept repeating "the war is over" with expressions full of joy.

They were crowded in this room, with all kinds of dazzling medals shining, as if there was a badge display conference here, which made Su Mingan's eyes hurt.

"Okay, who are you?" Su Mingan pressed his temple and looked at the time, which was six forty in the morning. It was probably Ming who brought him unconscious from the high-rise building in the City of God to Doomsday City to rest overnight.

"My name is Molitor Snow, the second general researcher of bionic technology. It's an honor to meet you, City Lord." The young man replied excitedly, as if he had met an idol, and his voice was still loud.

"Hmm..." Su Mingan said perfunctorily, "Be quiet."

The young man stopped talking instantly, and the people on the side immediately fell silent. The people in this room are all elites, and it is impossible for people with no status to approach him.

A doctor carrying a medical kit arrived to check on Su Ming'an's recovery. After a moment, the doctor frowned.

"The city owner mainly suffered from physical weakness caused by lack of energy, plus various gunshot wounds and frostbite." The doctor said: "Fortunately, the gunshot wounds avoided key organs, but the burns were somewhat serious... and there were injuries on the neck. There may be sequelae in the future, such as difficulty breathing and swallowing..."

After hearing the doctor's words, the noisy people finally calmed down.

Su Mingan's exposed arm was covered with injuries. Frostbite and burns were mixed together, making the surface skin look extremely hideous, and it was difficult to imagine what it would look like elsewhere.

While the doctor was changing his dressing, Su Mingan looked out the window.

The cold wind drifted in through the window, bringing with it people's laughter and the smell of bacon. Even in the daytime, people were still setting off fireworks. This seemed to be a custom of the Fortune Festival.

He saw an extremely lively city-state. Even with heavy snowfall, he could still see the red sun in the sky. The large gilt characters on the high-rise building signs were shining, and tens of millions of beautiful ribbons were fluttering in the wind like colorful flags. The city is full of vehicles, pedestrians, and motorcycles passing by like eagles about to soar.

On the live broadcast screen in the distance, experts were explaining the development of planting areas, and officials were looking forward to the future of mankind. Occasionally, some front-line screen recordings were transmitted, attracting people to stop.

In the center of the city, there is a statue being built. It is said that someone is going to build a new statue for Aktor as a symbol of victory in the War of the Dawn.

Akto's contribution in this battle was too great, and it was the final word on the last night. If any other general had made such a great contribution, he would definitely arouse the jealousy of others. But Akto is already the city lord with the highest status. This allowed people to support him and praise him as much as they wanted.

Su Mingan is located in the core building of the inner city, also known as the Political Building. Non-important military and political personnel are not allowed to enter. But just as he was looking away, countless vehicles approached. There was a long queue of vehicles below, and just looking at the number of them made people’s heads tingle.

The end of a war does not mean the end of everything. There are more things to deal with.

Post-war awards, division of interests, casualty pensions, alliances, prisoner of war disposal... these are all issues.

As soon as the war ended, all kinds of experts, scholars, generals, broadcasters, reporters, and even historians, writers, artists... all wanted to contact him. There are also alliances from the major free camps, the surrendered agents of gods, the Free Alliance, the Tribunal, the Holy Inquisition, various mercenary groups, small and medium-sized gathering places... they all need to communicate with him.

When the doctor changed his dressing, Su Mingan felt a headache.

There are too many people in this room, and people are still coming in a steady stream. The way they looked at him was very familiar to Su Mingan. It was the way they looked at a hero.

The crowd was quiet for a moment, then started to get noisy again. Su Mingan was in a coma for only one night, and various urgent problems came one after another.

"City Lord, Yaoguang Anita would like to discuss with you regarding the collection and distribution of technology in the City of Gods..."

"City Lord, regarding the issue of pensions for casualties and the awards for meritorious soldiers..."

"Lord Luvis, the time of victory in the war happens to be the first day of the Fate Festival. The Freedom Alliance hopes that in this name, you will start a new era and bring Cataclysm 4 to the world."

"City Lord, City of Hope and Antofa City would like to negotiate with you regarding the distribution of profits after the war..."

"Doctor, regarding the 'Dawn System' mentioned by former Commander Tredia, we have a preliminary plan on how to deal with it, and you need to decide..."

Su Ming'an's head was about to explode hearing what these people said to each other. Due to the loss of a large number of elites in the war, major departments lost their superiors or subordinates, management was chaotic, and there was no formal order for who reported first.

He only listened to the casualties of the war and learned that the death toll was in the tens of millions, so he decided to blame Lu.

"...Ask the deputy city lord! He has full authority to handle it for me!" Su Mingan said.

"The deputy city lord went to the City of God in the early morning. City lord, regarding the awards for the Beacon Army..." a general said.

"What about Sen? Where are the others?" Su Mingan frowned.

"The commander has gone to deal with the legion. Most of the soldiers are still on the front line and have not returned. The city lord..."

Su Mingan was extremely annoyed by the noisy voice: "Where is Noah?"

"The commander-in-chief is also in the army..." another general said, blocking Su Mingan's next sentence: "The commander-in-chief Kakelement is not in the city either..."

"Su Lin!" Su Ming'an shouted: "Where's Su Lin!"

The crowd fell silent instantly.

They looked at each other, and five seconds later, a voice came from the window: "I heard it."

"Creak -" The window on the fourth floor was opened out of thin air, and a figure floated in the air.

"Legion Commander." Several generals affiliated with the army saluted and said hello.

Su Lin said "Yes": "You can leave now."

"But..." People were immediately anxious. If they left, who would they ask?

"Noah just came back, go find him." Su Lin glanced at a few people: "Don't force me to drive people away."

Su Lin's reputation for being willing to attack his own people was very loud in the army. Several generals looked at each other and retreated one after another. Immediately afterwards, some political dignitaries and scholars who had no fighting ability turned and left, for fear of being caught and beaten by Su Lin.

"Why didn't you call me when you ran out of energy?" Su Lin looked at Su Ming'an.

"I saw you on the rooftop. You were on the front line. I can't call you in that situation."

"Oh." Su Lin stood next to him for a while.

"Su Ming'an, let me go out with you for a walk." Su Lin suddenly said: "It's rest time now."

Su Mingan took a look at his camp contribution of 24,500 points, which was just the time to change some props.

"Okay." Su Mingan covered his scarred arm and got out of bed.

They went downstairs and walked to the inner city. Due to Su Lin's intimidation, the excited people did not dare to approach Su Ming'an. They just watched from a distance, saying hello and taking pictures.

"City Lord! Happy Fortune Festival!" A general's little daughter leaned against the car window and waved to him, her childish face full of smiles. Her general father smiled and showed his body with a broken arm.

Su Mingan nodded to them, one truck after another passed by him, and each returning soldier saluted him. Most of them were covered with snow-white bandages and were dusty from travel.

"City Lord, happy Fuyuan Festival!"

"City Lord, I wish you good health!"

All kinds of blessings floated by my ears like the wind, and the colorful strings made a "brushing" sound. The whole city is sleeping in the vast heavy snow, which complements the red sun that never sets in the sky, blending into a red and white oil painting.

Without the continuous artillery fire and the drones peeping from the sky, peace is more valuable than anything else.

Su Mingan walked slowly along the streets of the heavily guarded inner city. He did not enter the bustling outer city, otherwise he might be overwhelmed by the enthusiastic residents.

He felt extremely relaxed. The fatigue of these fourteen days suddenly came to fruition, and he was only one step away from success. He stretched out his hand and opened the system interface. His territory panel would display the battle damage ratio and resource consumption.

However, the moment he stretched out his hand, there was a "pop" and Su Lin's hand clasped his wrist firmly.

"...What are you looking at?" Su Lin stared at him closely, with a hint of urgency in her eyes.

"Look at the territory panel." Su Mingan said.

"...Don't look at it." Su Lin said: "The war has been won, and there are over 100 million survivors. You have done a great job. Whether it is the soldiers and civilians of the ruined world, or Yamada Machichi, Xiaobi, Mori and others... nothing happened to them. , you rescued them from a miserable fate, fulfilled Xia Sheng's last wish, and ended the war. You have done a good job. I hope you understand that you are a human being, not an omnipotent god."

Su Mingan stared at him.

"I hope you can realize your importance, not only in this world, but also in your world. Hundreds of millions of people need you." Su Lin said: "And... me. I'm still waiting for you to take me. Go back to Praia, you can’t give up, you know?”

"What do you mean?" Su Mingan said.

He and Su Lin were in a stalemate on the street, and large trucks passed by them.

"Buzz -" Suddenly, a truck stopped beside the two of them, the door opened, and a heavily armed soldier jumped out and saluted Su Ming'an: "City Lord, I finally found you."

"Huh?" Su Mingan raised his head.

"It is confirmed at R:40 that there are no survivors. The team's equipment, materials and achievements will be converted into pensions and distributed to the family members." The soldier handed him a black card: "Please claim the relics, which contain all the property of the victims. "

"What kind of victim? I am not someone's family member." Su Mingan said. Asa Akto's relatives are all dead, so there are no family members.

"Huh? I can't be wrong about you..." The soldier opened a notebook and confirmed the name of the deceased: "That's right, Lo Kelstia, her information says you are He is her only family member..."