First Player

Chapter 7 · “He is devaluing himself as a god.”

On the high platform, the girl nervously stared at the heavy rain outside the window.

The rain streaked across the glass like broken beads, leaving long transparent marks. She looked at the screen in front of her again, trembling with nervousness.

[Do you want to enable live broadcast, yes/no? 】

In front of her was a radio button that she was very familiar with. As long as she pressed it, her voice would be heard by hundreds of millions of people.

...But can she really argue head-on with that omnipotent god?

She used to live just for survival. She was bound by false father's love and was forced to be locked in a cage called the "marginal zone", holding black bread and shivering in the cold night. That's all she has.

But Su Mingan gave her the strength to pull her out of the swamp, so that she would not have to have such a terrible life.

She still remembers the night that changed her fate, when he saved her from lying in a pool of blood. The hot orange drink in his hand next to the vending machine was warmer than the sun in her eyes.

——If I had never seen the sun.

Maybe I'll still endure the darkness.

But if I have seen the sun in my eyes...how can I be willing to return to the darkness?

"Crack."

The white cat on her shoulder moved, stretched out its paws, and pressed the live button for her.

In an instant, countless surveillance screens lit up in front of him, like bright white square lights, with pictures covering every corner of the world. The sound-collecting equipment surrounding her made a buzzing sound, and her breathing and breathing were extremely clear at this moment.

In an instant, the flames of nervousness ignited her whole body, her lips moved violently, and her throat trembled with subtle sounds. On the screen closest to her - she saw Su Mingan raising his head in the direction of the camera.

It was as if they were seeing each other through a screen.

Even though the distance is still so far away.

"I……"

her voice came out.

The girl's clear voice reached thousands of households through electronic devices. The people who were still staring at the sky looked away in surprise - strange, why is there a girl's voice?

The rain seemed to fall slower, and the pervasive low pressure also eased. The people noticed a hint of doubt, and the power of their faith no longer poured out religiously.

For a moment, everyone was waiting for the follow-up of the female voice.

They all thought that this was the voice of a powerful female influencer, or someone in a powerful position. No one knows that she is just an ordinary girl from the fringe zone, and her dream is to be an emotional radio host who can talk to hundreds of people.

Xiao Mei swallowed her saliva. She could clearly hear her own echo coming from all directions - including her voice in this peaceful border town.

So sweet.

It was so sweet...she felt like she was dreaming.

When the nightingale stabs her breast into the rose, does she think that this might be a dream?

"What a sound!" Someone walked to the window.

"It seems to be the voice of a radio anchor in our city. Is it called Xiaomei?"

"Why is her voice suddenly added to the world broadcast?"

"Sister Xiaomei..." A child woke up and shouted happily: "Sister Xiaomei's dream has come true! She is working as an emotional radio anchor!"

People began to gather in the direction of the signal tower in the city. Under this signal tower, which looked like the Pearl of the Orient, a dense crowd of people kept moving. The elderly and children all looked at the signal tower where Xiaomei was in confusion.

Xiaomei didn't dare to hesitate anymore. The moment she made her voice, there was no turning back.

"Everyone, please - believe in Su Mingan!"

Her somewhat hoarse voice echoed around the world, like overlapping thunder.

"He is the Lord of Akto City who has been with you for forty years. The current Lord of the City is a fake!" She looked at more and more people below, her voice trembled violently, and her cheeks turned red.

...said it.

She did it.

In an instant, people were furious, and their first reaction was to use all kinds of insulting words to describe Xiaomei. But once doubt is buried in the heart, it begins to take root.

Xiaomei stabilized the microphone in front of her and racked her brains to try to continue convincing people. A conclusion was not enough, more arguments were needed.

"that……"

"Actually... if you think about it carefully, there are many weird things about the current city lord. He has been too cruel in the past six years, and, and..."

Her mind went blank. There were footsteps coming from below the signal tower, and someone was trying to rush up.

"Get down! Come down!"

"Xiaomei! Stop talking nonsense, get out of here! Get out of the signal tower!"

Violent knocking on the door echoed below. Xiaomei had already locked the passage downstairs in advance, and someone began to violently break in the door. A big man with a sinister face had an even louder voice. He was the manager of this signal tower. He never expected that this usually docile girl would suddenly start talking nonsense.

His position was given by the current city lord! How could he allow someone to slander the current city lord!

"I...I'm not talking nonsense! You guys, think carefully about why the current city lord suddenly became so cruel! Why has he been groveling to [Taiwei] all these years! He is not real at all!"

At this moment, Xiaomei was so nervous that tears burst out of her eyes. She was originally an introvert, not to mention that almost everyone was yelling at her now.

An autistic person who had never spoken in public at all, who did not even dare to speak loudly, was suddenly pushed against the entire world, and the consequence of failure was to be dragged out and beaten to death.

Her whole body was trembling, her hands and feet were cold, and she was already suffering from hypoglycemia.

But she suddenly remembered what the female player said to her before.

…

[He never helped me, but he always helped me invisibly and encouraged me to go on. No matter where he is - if I look up, I can see him. I guess this is the lighthouse. At least, I was illuminated. 】

[I think, if I can see him, I must say these words to him... I want to give him a gift, and I want him to know that someone actually loves him. 】

…

I must tell him.

You must tell him that there is always someone supporting him, you must tell him... someone loves him very much.

"Although there are many annoying things in the world, I will never forget him..." Her tears flashed, but she continued to say:

"I saw with my own eyes that he worked hard for all the people and worked at his desk... I saw with my own eyes that he loved every person who followed him. He loves this world, how could he rely on him to defend himself? Those eyes in the sky... are simply... He is so bewitched! You can’t look at it!”

"He is a very good person. He saved me, took me to the movies, and gave me a pistol for self-defense. Even to an ordinary person like me, he is very gentle. He will never be so cruel to his companions!"

"And, I really like it, really like it..."

She couldn't finish her sentence.

There was a creaking noise in her ears. The gods seemed to have activated some means in time, and her voice could not be heard for the time being.

Under the guidance of the white cat's fleshy paws, she handed over the speaking authority to Su Ming'an.

The camera returned to Su Mingan's side. Only the sound of the continuous rainstorm could be heard in people's ears, and the insults from the people temporarily disappeared.

"Su Ming'an, as a human traitor, you can even use such despicable methods to trick a little girl into speaking for you?" The god's voice came: "It's ridiculous, what's the value of trusting her words?"

"Really? Is it a temptation?" Su Ming'an said.

Lightning leaped between the clouds, like bright silver pythons dancing wildly, and rain covered the group of players like a layer of mist. Their eyes were clearly full of unyielding anger against the gods.

"So - 'Actor' sitting high on the stage, let me ask you -"

Su Mingan's expression suddenly changed and he said coldly.

There seemed to be an invisible aura spreading out from around him, spreading to thousands of households with a strong contagion.

He pointed in the direction of the gods, his eyes like sharp swords:

"If you are the real Akto, please answer me - hundreds of millions of people have fought hard for sixteen years, and tens of millions of soldiers and civilians have sacrificed their lives without regrets, just to change the fate of his rule and keep mankind away from whispers - but you Now you actively let people look directly into his eyes and listen to his whispers. Such inconsistent behavior - tell me, why do you do this?"

Su Ming'an's sight penetrated the heavy rain, like a cold fire ignited by two white caps.

He straightened his back, pointed one hand in the direction of the screen, and asked loudly without taking a step back:

"I'll ask you again——"

"If you are the real Akto, please answer me—the leader of the Beacon Fire Plains, Sen Kelstia, who has been following you and is loyal to you—why did you gather troops privately for this small matter? For this crime, you will be sentenced to death?"

"Don't you think it's ridiculous if you say it's a matter of righteousness that you kill your relatives? You ignore the laws of the city-state, privately escalate the crime, and impose the highest punishment on him. Is this your righteousness?"

"Are you trying to say that Asa Akto is this kind of inhumane person who crosses rivers and burns down bridges? Or are you saying that a hero with many military exploits can be put to death by you privately as long as he doesn't suit your wishes?"

"The army is against you, your companions have left you, and the people are afraid of you - every step you take is terrifying. You will only use your straightforward thoughts to intimidate and suppress everyone, turning the city-state into a hall of your words - please tell me, in the end, Why do you hold the sharp shield and sword in your hands? Why do you sit in this position?"

"Except for formalism, personal hatred, warlord rule, ideological control, bloody suppression and warning, superstition, killing, injury, chaos and panic - what have you given to the people? What have you given to mankind?"

In the cold rain, the city-state was silent.

The heavy rain woven into a huge net, blown by the wind like mist and dust, and splashed on people's pale faces, shrouding everyone's shocked hearts.

Above the building, the eyes of the gods flickered. He didn't expect that the already old Sen Kelstia would actually become Su Mingan's argument against him.

Under the thousands of silver threads, the black-haired young man wearing a blood-colored cloak showed a sharp smile.

That smile is like fire:

"You self-proclaimed Akto impostor, let me ask you again——"

His eyes were sharp, and his voice was like the sharp sound of a knife scraping across his skull:

"If you are the real Akto, why have you ignored your comrades along the way and done everything you can to get rid of the lackeys in the past six years? Why did the deputy city lords Su Xiaobi, Cheng Luohe, Noah and others choose not to stop follow you?"

"Do you want to answer me - is it because people's hearts have changed and they all obeyed greedy desires? Or do you want to answer me - these generals who have been through fire and water in the war and never give up - have betrayed you together? Do they want to answer me? Are they all bewitched by Tavi, and are they all suddenly conquered by the charm of me, the 'human traitor'?"

At this time, even the players were shocked by this scene. They stared blankly at the young figure in the rainstorm.

The god's expression became increasingly ugly.

However, the voice of freedom cannot be suppressed at this moment. Sooner or later, it will fly in all directions like a white bird.

"I'll ask you again -" Su Mingan shouted coldly:

"All the ridiculous things you have done in the past six years - strict ideological rule, brutal executions exactly like those of your agents, arrests of innocent people, and exile of former companions... is there anything that is worthy of the man who sacrificed his whole heart for humanity? Asa Actor? What makes you think that the people are stupid enough to obey an incarnation of [Tavi]?"

"With a skin, you think you can replace everything of Akto... However, all your actions are not worthy of Asa Akto!"

"You swindling impostor—poor imitator, cruel conspirator—"

Su Ming'an spoke firmly.

"—What do you use to make Asa Akto?"

"——Why are you Asa Akto?"

"——He is [self-deprecating as a god], but you are [self-proclaimed as a god]!!"

His words were louder than the thunder in the sky, and they cut straight into the heart like a knife.

…

At this moment, the city-state was quiet.