First Player

Chapter 7 · “Minecraft.”

Su Mingan placed Zheergen on the windowsill. Lin Guang's entire room was dark, with only a few rays of sunlight coming from the window sill.

"There are still drawers that I haven't looked at. He should have left something for you." Noel said.

Su Mingan opened the drawer of the bedside table.

The first drawer is full of stacked Spring Festival couplets.

The second drawer was a small freezer. When Su Mingan opened it, there were bright red strawberries inside. It seemed that they had not been killed.

The third drawer is a folded Hanfu, with several unfinished collars next to it.

These are all traces left by Lin Guang, and everything is combined into his life.

And then there’s the last drawer…

This drawer was a little difficult to open. There must be rust inside. Su Mingan used strength.

With a "hurrah" sound, when Su Mingan struggled to open the drawer, countless ginkgo leaves poured out, each one marked with the year and message.

"Crash-!"

They flew freely in this small room, like dancing golden elves, brushing against Su Mingan's hair and cheeks. Under the swaying light, they looked like wisps of dancing golden spots.

Su Mingan glanced at the ginkgo leaf that first flew out, and saw the writing on it clearly.

[In the 33rd year of the Catastrophe, I saw him through the window of the City of God. 】

[34 years after the disaster, I gradually regarded being friends with him as the meaning of my life. 】

[Shan Tiantian, female knight, smiling tiger...]

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The content of Ginkgo Leaf is very similar to Lin Guang's diary, except that these are written by his own hand.

Su Mingan pulled out the bottom leaf. There are a few lines of text engraved on the bottom of the drawer.

[If one day after my death, Luvis comes here. Luvis, please take away the gift I buried in the soil of Zheergen. 】

【I am a failure, I will fail in whatever I do. Perhaps only by burying the gift in the soil can it be protected from being snatched away. 】

[I only wrote this paragraph here. If you hate me, you won't come to my home and you won't see these words. In this way, my gift will not cause you any trouble. 】

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Su Mingan closed the drawer.

He walked to the window sill, dug out the soil at the base of the folded ear, and saw a hard mechanical ring. The ring glowed with a faint iron-gray light and had two lines of small words engraved on it:

[Lin Guang’s gift to Lewis, the real version. 】

【It's great to meet you. 】

Su Mingan stared at the ring for a moment and looked out the window.

This time, no one stood outside the window, holding a flute and stretching out his hand to invite him to take a walk in the moonlight.

When dawn rises, that person's existence and name are erased.

He has embraced the rising sun with 2,300 simulated winters, mixed with grief, demonic obstacles and confusion that have existed or disappeared in countless reincarnations, and has become the last ice sculpture of this spring.

Su Ming'an stared for a moment and put away the ring, but Ah Du said: "An Jiang, bring the ring closer to me."

"do what?"

"Put the ring close to me, I won't fool you." Ah Du said, "Everything about me belongs to you, you can always trust me."

Su Mingan put the ring on the watch, and in an instant, a ray of blue light passed through Ah Du's watch.

After a moment, a familiar voice sounded from the ring:

"Hello, I am T-0321."

Su Mingan heard whose voice it was: "Lin Guang?"

"An Jiang, after Lin Guang dissipated, I captured the traces of Lin Guang in the data stream, and I kept his piece of data. There is also a bit of Lin Guang's initial program in this mechanical ring, and now I will It’s combined.” A Du said.

"Will this form Linguang?" Su Mingan said.

"There is a possibility that before he dissipated, he really wanted to live. This ring is his last hope." A Du said: "Now this mechanical ring is just a simple initial AI. But maybe you can experience it again in the future. In a science fiction world, can we find props to resurrect him? Maybe he can become a player like Su Lin?"

Su Mingan knew that Ah Du was comforting him. But as long as there is a possibility, it will not be 0%.

He put the ring on his index finger. As a result, he was extremely lively. Adu on the left wrist, Yeya on the right wrist, a T-0321 on the finger, and a communication chip belonging to Team Mus on the back of the neck.

T-0321 is still in a mentally retarded state. Apart from saying "Hello, I am T-0321" when turning on the computer, he said nothing else.

"0321?" Su Mingan called it, but there was no movement.

"Linguang, are you here?" Su Mingan called again, but there was still no response. This ring doesn't seem to be able to speak very well.

Su Mingan stopped calling, left Lin Guang's room, walked through the dark gallery and hall, and opened the door——

He saw someone waiting at the door.

The sunlight swirled around that person's hair, as if holding a circle of shining golden light. A white bird stood on the man's raised fingertips, pecking at them intimately.

The man lowered his head slightly, his dark gray eyes reflected the white feathers, and his expression was extremely gentle, as gentle as he could treat a bird.

"You are..." Su Mingan said.

The man looked at Su Mingan, and the white bird fluttered at his fingertips and flew into the sky.

"I'm sorry that I could only see you in the form of a white cat before. Now that the gods have been driven away by you, I can see you in the form of a bionic body."

Across a long distance, the man stretched out his hand:

"Hello, let me meet you formally. Let me introduce myself formally. I am the owner of the "Source of Civilization" in the ruined world, Asa Akto...AI."

"You are the representative of your civilization - Su Ming'an. At present, as the 'number one player', you are indeed the well-deserved representative of civilization. It's a pleasure to meet you, Su Ming'an."

Su Mingan's heart beat very fast.

Previously, [Tavi's] surveillance was everywhere, which turned everyone into the Riddler.

But now, he is finally exposed to the truth. There was actually some vague fear in his heart, like a sixth sense. It seems that after knowing the truth, he will be afraid of the truth.

"Su Mingan, is there the possibility of a trap?" Noel asked alertly. He didn't believe the truth presented to him. Who knew if the guy who called himself Akto AI was a friend.

"The possibility is very low." Su Mingan said.

He looked at Akto's outstretched hand and strode forward.

The sunlight shone down in wisps, falling on this section of the road. Su Mingan stepped on the tiles in the hall and strode towards Akto at the door. One step, two steps, three steps...

The tiles reflected light, shining between the two of them, like a thin bridge between civilization and civilization.

After a moment, Su Mingan stretched out his hand and shook hands with Akto's palm. Their palms were cold, perhaps because the weather was too cold. When they held each other's hands, Su Mingan even thought he had touched a piece of painful ice.

After three seconds of shaking hands, Akto said softly: "It's so cold."

Su Mingan said: "The world of ruins is very cold."

Akto smiled, the sun shining on his pale face:

"Maybe it won't be cold anymore."

Although he did not see spring before his death, there will definitely be spring in the future.

"I'm here and you're here too. Of course it won't be cold." Su Mingan said.

Akto asked: "Su Mingan, what do you think the 'real thing' is?"

"Brain in a vat." Su Mingan replied after pondering for a moment. His mission as a leader is to "find the real thing", and he has been thinking about this issue for nineteen days.

Akto listened, neither affirming nor denying.

"Su Mingan, have you ever felt that the 'brain in a vat' is actually another form of human evolution? Since ancient times, human bodies have been very weak. Creatures such as tigers and elephants can easily hunt us, but humans are stronger than them. The place lies only in consciousness and thoughts. If the body can last forever, we will be equivalent to breaking free from a kind of bondage."

"I agree with your point of view." Su Mingan said: "From the perspective of the 'world game', we players are equivalent to breaking away from our original flesh and blood bodies and turning into digital bodies. If there is no one-year period, I think it’s an evolution.”

"Have you ever played a sandbox game?" Akto said.

The topic jumped a bit quickly, but Su Mingan quickly responded: "I have played."

"Let me use the sandbox game 'Minecraft' as an analogy." Akto said: "If you haven't played this game, you should also be able to understand it - if gods invade your civilization, humans will fight for themselves. Paul uploaded his consciousness and hid in the game 'Minecraft'. God later learned to use computers and wanted to continue to invade. As a result, humans used 'Minecraft' to create another 'Minecraft', using infinite sand. They build their own world and escape deeper and deeper—is this a form of self-preservation?”

"Of course." Su Ming'an said: "No matter what method is used, even if it is possible to extend the life of civilization with a dying breath, it is definitely better than fighting the invaders. Only by living can you have a chance."

He admired Akto.

Akto's three-dimensional defense plan abruptly dragged mankind to the year 102. The technological gap between humans and [other dimensions] is too big. As early as Qiu Li's introduction that year, he knew that humans had no chance of direct confrontation, and "drag" was the only way.

Without dimensional superposition, it would be impossible for human beings to survive until now. Just like the countless annihilations of human armies simulated by Kaiusta, humans would not even be able to survive the 72nd year.

"But the most critical issue now is - you have fallen into a trap that has lasted for many years." Akto said.

"Trap?" Su Mingan was confused.

"You have signed a 'civilization bet' with the gods. As long as you fail to restart the Dawn System within twenty days, the gods can obtain the source of your civilization." Akto said.

"Yes." Su Mingan also remembered this hidden danger. Today is already the nineteenth day. God's actions cannot be without effect, there must be a big pit waiting for him.

"Please come with me to a place and I will help you solve this problem." Akto said, "I will lend you a seat in your wheelchair and I will show you the way."

Su Mingan called out the wheelchair. As soon as he sat down, Akto sat on the armrest of the wheelchair with ease, his white coat brushing against his knees.

"Noel, you go back and rest." Su Mingan saw that Akto didn't want anyone to follow him, so he said to Noel.

Noel nodded, turned and left.

The wheelchair took off, and Su Mingan looked back.

The villa left by Lin Guang still stands among the flowers in the garden. Between the blue and white fences, the water from the fountain sprays thinly, as if forming a rainbow between water and sky.

It was as if there was still a white-haired agent standing there, holding Lily and Butterfly's silver pistol, waiting for him two thousand three hundred times.

Su Mingan thought that this should be the last time he came here.

goodbye. Zhe Ergen, Spring Festival couplets, a thousand paintings.

The wheelchair crossed the sky, and the bright sunshine sprinkled their black hair, like golden fireflies dancing in the wind.

Su Mingan turned his head and looked straight ahead, feeling a little weak.

He thought that he had not replenished his energy for a long time, so he took out a plate of chocolate and opened it——

When the mechanical ring on his index finger brushed against the chocolate bag, the mentally retarded T-0321, who had never been able to speak, suddenly heard a voice:

"chocolate."

"Lovis..."

"……like."

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