First Player

Chapter 75 "Pioneer Immortality (5)" (Silverepic leader added 2k updates)

[Some people arrogantly pray for immortality,]

[Little did he know that his life had been integrated into the lives of others. 】

[I only vaguely remembered that many simulations ago, my eyes were not so cold, and my attitude towards life was far less frivolous than it is now. 】

【……】

[——But why do I have to carry so many undead souls? 】

[——But why do you want me to see such a purgatory? 】

[I will bury the people who follow me in a country buried in ice and snow. 】

[This is the land where they were born and raised. 】

…

Day 292 of the war.

You gradually complete other tasks for humans to enter [two dimensions] and set up some special programs.

Day and night are constantly changing in the cycle of time, and you are walking alone between death.

"..."

On the battlefield with flags flying, you look up and see the endless wildfires. People's cries and pleas for help fill your ears and fill your chest. You feel unspeakably bitter.

It turns out that the passing of life is just a matter of a moment. It disappeared in a flash, and it was not as tactful and sentimental as written in the epic.

It turns out that you can actually see tens of millions of people die with your own eyes.

It turns out that when you kill an enemy, what you feel is not refreshment, but heaviness and fear.

"Help, help me..."

"You are the embodiment of the will of the world, please save us..."

"Actor...Lord Akto..."

The color of blood shines through from behind the gauze. You stand between the injured and patients, watching their lives pass by. The calls for help in your ears are loud and loud, and you can't hear any laughter.

Staring at the gray wall, you suddenly want to run away at this moment.

You can actually ignore them, or you can activate the Dawn System without using your own life.

You still have a chance to escape.

When you hesitate, a child slowly raises his head. His skin is surrounded by blood-colored gauze, leaving only a pair of dark eyes looking at you.

"...God, my lord." He called you, even though his arms were broken, he still rubbed his young body, crawling towards you like a dying worm.

"Crack." The black and white family portrait fell from the child's pocket.

Like the straw that broke the camel's back.

You think of the little soldier who died before your eyes a long time ago.

Then you think of Yue, Qi, and Tredia. Thinking of the dawn system poured by your lifespan. Reminds me of the black and white tombstone and candy jar.

The bronze pocket watch with a gold chain trembled slightly on your waist, making a clicking sound, and you lowered your eyes.

"It's over."

You muttered to yourself, with sobs coming out of your throat. You clenched your hands into a fist and slowly knocked on your heart.

"Can't escape..."

…

On the 304th day of the disaster, a girl with blue eyes was brought to you. Her name is Dong Anan. Her whole body was tied up, but her eyes were extremely tense.

She is a good experimental subject, a common girl. As for why she was reduced to becoming an experiment, you didn't care.

You find that she has always been very quiet, even if you performed a painful mechanical test, she never said a word.

"You never seem to ask me questions. For example, why should I do experiments on you, and when can you leave." You said.

Under the bright light, the instrument makes a beeping sound, and you push the needle out of your hand to push out the liquid.

The girl was lying on the experimental bed, her whole body bound by straps.

Her pupils trembled slightly, and her chin raised slightly: "I am not interested in my future. Akto, you killed my relatives during the Century Catastrophe, and I have lived my whole life to kill you. The reason why I was tied into your laboratory was because I kicked your stone statue, so I was arrested by your soldiers in the name of 'disrespecting the gods'."

"Do you remember the Cataclysm of the Century?" You were surprised.

The ends of her beautiful eyes drooped slightly: "I have a little impression."

You don’t remember who her relatives are. You would not kill innocent people indiscriminately. If her relatives died at your hands, that relative must have targeted you first. But this kind of thing cannot be explained clearly without any proof.

If she hates it, then hate it.

When you untied her, she bit the back of your hand without hesitation.

Her limbs are limp, only her teeth are sharp, like a wild cat that is exhausting all its revenge. She is biting the skin on the back of your hand crazily, as if destroying your hand will satisfy her, showing hysteria. The despair and anger in the land.

You looked at her calmly until your left hand was bitten and bloody. She finally let go with some hesitation.

Under the bright incandescent lamp, her green eyes were like the swaying shadows of flowers, glowing with an extremely beautiful color.

"Why..." didn't you push me away?

Her mouth moved, and it was filled with your blood.

"Dong An'an, I need you." You said: "I want to print out qualified personality data from you as a two-dimensional anti-virus program. This requires your will to cooperate with me."

"Why did you choose me?" she said coldly.

"All initial values ​​in [two-dimensional] must be connected on the basis of [three-dimensional], so I need to constantly simulate appropriate initial world values. I must keep these two dimensions in a coherent state when they first come into contact, [ The same goes for the anti-virus program in [2D]. I need to find someone with the same tune in [3D], and you are the most suitable person I have ever seen." You said.

"I don't understand." She frowned.

"Stupid," you said.

Dong Anan gritted his teeth and said nothing.

And you just looked at her lightly.

"Dong An'an, if you promise me, then I can be killed by you before I die of old age to satisfy your desire for revenge." You said: "This time will not be too far away. At most, by the end of this year, I will open [Two In this world, I will run out of vitality and die of old age quickly."

You saw her expression change from anger to confusion, and finally she was completely shocked by you.

Maybe she doesn't understand why you, who have supreme power, are determined to die.

"You..." she said.

"Agree?" you said.

"Why should I believe that you will die..." Her pupils trembled.

"Because I like to see everyone alive. Are you satisfied with this reason?" You said lightly.

She said nothing.

You hugged her, gave her the link device, started to imprint her values, and let her bite your shoulders and collarbone like a little lunatic. She still seems to hate you.

"If you hate me, then hate me..."

…

The 312th day of the war.

You sit in your wheelchair coughing.

The aging of the soul makes you often forget how to stand and walk. Most of the time, you will need a wheelchair to help you move around.

You have configured an administrator account and a personal AI to assist your bionic body in its actions. You named it "Xiko".

Dong Anan has become more obedient. Maybe she saw you working all night. She realizes that you really are not a selfish person.

Sometimes, you would take her out for a walk and she would help you push the wheelchair. It's winter now, and the trees everywhere have long since dried up and looked like burning fire sticks. Only a few flaming red wintersweets are blooming in the wind and snow.

Your reflections flicker in the puddles, covered with a layer of crystal mist.

"...I'm sorry, I still hate you." Dong Anan lowered his head and looked at you.

She still can't let go of her hatred, you killed all her relatives. If she doesn't hate you, it's a betrayal to her.

"It doesn't matter, I will leave it to you to kill when the time comes." You said.

You are destined to die at the end of the year. In this case, it is better to stab her twice before she dies. This is a zero-cost thing. You don't want her murderous intent to go bad so the data won't be perfect.

It was painful every time she was rubbed. You think it's appropriate to pay some attention to her.

"Can you make a contract? You promise to allow me to take revenge." Dong Anan said.

"Of course." You said, "The inextricable killing intent in your soul is exactly why I value you as an anti-virus program."

You reach out and hook up with her.

"I allow you to kill me, Dong An'an." You said, "If one day you find that I have changed, you are welcome to kill me."

This is a ridiculous murderous contract. Putting it outside will only make people laugh. But both parties involved in the contract were very serious. Your eyes met and her hands were shaking.

You hold her hand, her hand is full of scars and frostbite. This is a girl in the apocalypse, and her skin cannot be smooth and delicate.

You rubbed her rough fingertips to signal her to calm down.

The "killed person" looked calm, but the "murderer" was trembling extremely, as if his status had been reversed.

——What a ridiculous and solemn contract, full of twisted and ugly obsession and murderous intent. It makes people unable to see the slightest beauty, but it is so firm that it cannot be destroyed.

Human beings need your life to activate [2D], and they also need her as an "antivirus program." None of you are indispensable.

The last afterglow of the night sinks slowly, and the last trace falls behind you.

Her eyes were like shells that had been cracked open, and the light reflected in tiny pieces.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's okay." You said.

"I bit the wound... does it still hurt?" she asked in a low voice.

"There are too many wounds, I forgot." You said.

…

Day 318 of the war.

You meet the long-lost Noah.

When you almost passed out in the lab, Noah suddenly appeared and helped you.

"You still can't trust me? Don't you mean that your ideas are contrary to mine?" You gasped and looked at him with a smile.

You saw extremely complicated emotions in his eyes. With bitterness. His cold hand touched your forehead, and then let go as if he was electrocuted.

His eyes caressed your thick dark circles, your face as pale as paper, and your body as skinny as bones. Anger appeared on his face.

"Do you have to die? Do you have to push yourself to death?" Noah asked you. He took you to the rooftop and took you to enjoy the breeze.

The wind on the rooftop was extremely cold, swaying the iron frame, and the sound of steel became a thin line in my mind. The boundless curtain enveloped everything in the world, and his blond hair fluttered in the wind, like tongues of fire rolling wantonly.

You were surprised that you hid the news that you were going to die from almost everyone. Noah actually knew.

"If you don't cherish your life, you will regret it sooner or later." Most of his face was hidden in the night. Like the silence before the storm.

And you just smiled and said: "If I can avoid death, of course I don't want to die."

Noah looked at your face. He seemed to be restrained by something, and his expression was very lonely.

His voice was very slow:

"Asa. I have always had a dream...that is to become a flying bird. Freedom and unrestraint are the qualities I admire most. It would be too bad to die for any responsibility or emotion. So I hate that you have changed. Become such a person."

In the cold night wind, he stretched out his hand towards you:

"You still have a chance. Come with me and leave here. I will take you to the most free place. Don't worry about anything."

You have never seen him look so solemn.

His palms had no rough scars or frostbite, and were a pair of well-protected hands. He has great strength and can easily protect himself in troubled times. Naturally, he cannot understand your sacrifice.

That hand is very close to you...you can hold it without you leaning forward or using any force. In the palm of his hand, there seemed to be a glorious tomorrow.

As long as you hold it it's fine.

Just...just hold it.

You stretched out your hand and gently placed it on his palm.

The moment you take his hand, you feel like you have turned into a bird. The night wind is like the feathers growing on your arms, making a "swish" sound in the quiet night. You saw the excitement in his eyes that was like tears of joy, but after a moment of silence, you still spoke:

"Feel sorry."

"I can't go with you."

"..."

At this moment, it seems like a gust of wind is blowing into you.

Completely blown away.

"You can never control what you gain or lose in this life." You said, "Respect my decision. Go and pursue your freedom. Aren't you a flying bird? No matter what I do."

Noah's hand instantly lost all heat.

His gaze was focused on the city-state below, and then on to the battlefields and ruins in the distance. He suddenly felt an afterthought of pain, and bitter, desperate, and tumbling emotions clung to his heart.

He finally realized that you were truly irredeemable to him.

"Okay." He said.

"Then if [2D] is turned on, would you like to enter it and help me manage humans and protect them?" You said.

"Humph." Noah smiled coldly:

"When the [2D] is turned on and I see your bionic body for the first time, I will definitely catch him and beat him up."

"Please feel free, I'm sure he won't be angry." You said.

Noah said: "But before that, please enjoy your last time with peace of mind and don't tire yourself out again..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

You have fallen backwards.

He reached out and pulled your body to his side, making you sleep more comfortably.

You can't see the complicated look in his eyes.

Before falling into a drowsy sleep, you heard his vague voice ringing in your ears, mixed with choked sobs.

"...Stupid, so stupid."

"Why should you die for an illusory spring..."

"If it were me, I wouldn't..."

…

The war lasted 332 days.

You have completed the final work.

Today is December 30th, Year 1 of the Catastrophe, the penultimate day of opening [2D].

It’s also the penultimate day of your life.

Over the past few months, you've built a number of androids. For example, Tredia's androids and Yue's androids, this way, it's as if they are still alive beside you.

All the work is done, you open a copy of "On the Origins of Human Belief and Inequality" and read the last book in your life.

After experiencing thousands of simulations, your soul life has been very long. You have experienced so many things that you have forgotten many things.

what is your hobby? What was the first book you read? Which story impressed you the most? Which piece of music is your favorite...

These "personal" hobbies have long been blurred in your memory.

Some people say that there are countless "personal hobbies", such as what games you like, what songs you like, what TV series you like... these can be added together to form a "person". This is proof that one "person" is different from other people.

But you have forgotten those things that are uniquely yours.

——You have long been forcibly pulled out of the category of "human" and have been nailed to death in the focus of people's sight. Your flesh and blood have withered in the statue, showing the appearance of steel and stone sculpture. Nothing unique to you can awaken the burden in your soul.

"I chose this path to bind myself."

"I chose this responsibility."

"So, become an empty shell, become a god..."

You close the book in your hand and it is no longer interesting in your eyes. There are so many things going on in your eyes, and nothing can surprise you.

"...It's what I want."

Ginkgo leaves fall on your shoulders.

It is known as a "living fossil".

You think, maybe in the eyes of people, you will also become a "living fossil" in human civilization. Never wither or decay, live forever in a corner of the world and fulfill everyone's expectations.

The sound of footsteps came, and Xi walked to your side and covered your eyes with her hands.

"Guess who I am?" she chuckled. She doesn't know yet that you're going to die.

"..."

You didn't speak.

This kind of petty fuss will only be "boring" to you. It is a waste of time and has nothing interesting at all.

She stuck out her tongue and let go of her hand: "I haven't responded to my jokes recently... We will leave this dimension tomorrow. I will take you to see the scenery of this dimension one last time..."

She pushed your wheelchair, "chacha", passing the ginkgo leaves on the ground and crushing the golden carpet.

You talked a lot, and you were like an old man who likes to reminisce about the past, retelling your past time over and over again.

You thought about the first month when the nine of you went on a trip together.

You think of your high-spirited and youthful attitude on the first battlefield.

When you think about the many rescues you have conducted with your companions, there will always be children pulling on your sleeves, as if you are a very secure person.

You think of the green vines in spring, the people who have lost their light in the darkness, the wine that Yue gave you, the white birds raised by Noah, the people fleeing in groups like ants, and the tea in Lin Guang's hand. .

you think……

You thought of a lot.

When I think about it, I feel reluctant to let go, and when I think about it, I start to feel scared. When I think about it, my whole body is shaking and my fingers can't hold the armrest.

The night sky was high and far away, and the world seemed to be stuck together. The ginkgo leaves rustled down, and Xi suddenly stopped and yawned.

"I'll send you back to bed early. During this time, your day and night are reversed. After [two-dimensional] is turned on, you should adjust your biological clock." She said.

You smiled, secretly feeling sour.

You no longer have to adjust your biological clock...

You have no next tomorrow.

…

December 31st.

Early morning.

heavy rain.

You say goodbye to your companions one by one and let them enter the [2D] first. They will take one step ahead of most humans and reach the [2D] first.

You lie to them and say you will be there soon.

This is a remote garden villa, where you keep cats, and desserts and drinks are placed under the ginkgo tree. You sat on the chair and waved goodbye to them, watching them step into the second dimension.

The Ark of Parting has arrived at Hope.

The endgame doesn’t need you.

When Xi left, he smiled and waved to you and said "see you later".

Her figure disappeared among the data and quickly dissipated in the light.

"I'll open the way for you first!" Rongyuan entered quickly, and he was full of confidence in the future.

It was Beiliseer's turn, but he seemed to have a premonition of something and suddenly grabbed your hand tightly:

"Asa, I don't know what your plan is, but if you don't come, I will wait for you... until you appear in front of me one day, until the life span of my soul ends, or I become a madman."

His gaze was like a chain, locking your stiff smile:

"You must come, you must show up, you know? In the valley, there will be a man named Beilisel, and he will protect the spring for you. You must remember me."

He holds your hand, and the bones seem to be rattling. He persistently wants a promise from you.

But you let go of his hand and looked at him silently in the rain.

Your sudden silence stung him. He realized something.

"You-you!! Asa! You're not going to-"

His hands shook, panic flashing in his eyes. Before he could grab you again, you quickly activated your authority, sending him into two dimensions.

After he left, you burst into tears.

This is the most intense emotional outburst you've ever had.

It also makes you realize that you are not the incarnation of the will of the world - this is just a lie to make humans believe you, but you have deceived yourself into it, making you think that you have really become a god, and everyone's lie. god.

You are just a human being with a body age of 19.

Your name is "Asa Akto", a human being who is physically and mentally exhausted.

Except for Lin Guang, all your companions have already entered.

No one sees you and you can finally cry.

Lightning splits the air in half, rain and cold wind pierce your eyes, and the coldness of the world merges into your empty thoughts.

"Actually, I don't want to die either..."

There seems to be blood in the mouth, as if there is a knife cutting open your armor and making you drip with blood.

"I also want to see spring, I also want to live, and I also want to witness with my own eyes that you have a better life and a happy family..."

"But it's too late... This is something only I can do..."

"Although he is very young, although it is a pity."

"But it's over."

"But it's over..."

In the heavy rain,

Your figure is obscured by the rain curtain.

…

There is no perfect ending for you.

All the preparations you have made before, all the bright futures you have planned for mankind - are all based on "you must die".

The beautiful blueprints you carefully drew for them, the perfect two-dimensional world you simulated thousands of times for them - you can't step into it.

"Death" is your only ending.

The best ending.

…