First Player

Chapter 8 "TE·All Things Resurrection (3)"

"Actor...abandoned us?"

"He took his Dawn System and abandoned the world?"

People raised their heads with disbelief on their faces.

Violet's pupils trembled. When she turned her head, dozens of players next to her met her eyes. Their eyes met each other, both confirming the fact that "they were abandoned."

"It's a lie." Wang Si muttered to himself.

"Impossible - Su Mingan will not lose!"

"But even he admitted it himself, what else can we do?"

In the thick black fog, Violet could not clearly see the expressions of each player. But she heard their confusion.

...The first player actually admitted in person that they lost? Lost the efforts of generations of human beings, lost everything that the "human" race has?

Those sacrifices before, those people who could not touch the spring, all the struggles and struggles they made - for what?

Zhang Xiaoqi trembled his lips and wanted to say something, but a soldier's roar came from the black fog, like a sharp sword piercing the black fog:

"——Why! Why!! Why!!!"

This roar seemed to drain all the strength from the soldier's body, venting his grief, anger and unwillingness. He sat down on the ground with a thud, and a dull sob came from the protective suit.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom", a series of sounds sounded, and figures fell to the ground like huge collapsed mountains. The soldiers dropped their weapons and looked at the sky blankly, not knowing for a moment what they were doing. What are you fighting for.

Around them, silver locators shimmered, and every bit of silver once symbolized hope. But in people's eyes, it no longer makes sense.

No matter how you do it...it's meaningless.

"When I heard that Su Mingan had successfully cleared the level yesterday, I felt something was wrong. This dungeon no longer bound him. Now he can give up on this world," said player Bablu.

The player next to her, Pearl, raised her eyebrows when she heard this: "You fart! Didn't you see Su Mingan's hard work in the past twenty days? If he can save it, he will definitely save it!"

Bablu shrugged: "If you think about it, the fate of the ruined world has nothing to do with us Zhai Xing."

"Are you sick? You insist on singing the opposite tune at a time like this..."

The players' voices became more and more noisy, and some people started to quarrel.

And Su Mingan's voice continued, with a rumbling echo:

"I deeply regret this ending."

"Human beings have survived on this land for a long time. From the primitive period to the catastrophic period of the century, we have experienced a full 102 years of civilization. We should have been [he maintained it] in the years after we were first invaded. 】Destruction. These one hundred and two years are already the last time that Akto can drag out."

"If possible... I also hope to enter the new century with you. I promised this to Fenghuo during the War of Dawn. I also hoped that one day those beautiful historical memories of mankind, our nostalgic homeland ——can really be taken back by us.”

"The three-dimensional descending layer by layer, the ouroboros of cause and effect, the grandmother's paradox of civilization's bet, the grid theory of time, space and dimensions. Akto used all his wisdom as a human being to desperately extend the life span of the population. Long. I also held my companion's hand and told him before he died that there would really be spring in the future."

"but I……"

There was a pause in his voice, which was the only emotional fluctuation that people heard so far in this farewell speech.

"...I seem to have missed my appointment."

"This is my fault."

…

At Constantine University, students stopped typing on the keyboard.

Just like countless public classes in the auditorium before, the students raised their heads slightly and listened to their city lord's farewell words on the radio, as if it was their last lesson.

There were no roars or insults in the auditorium, only some faint sobs. Some young people's eyes were moist, with dark circles still remaining on the edges of their eyes from staying up all night writing papers.

"Sister." A student girl with blond hair and big waves approached Yamada Machichi: "Sister, you are the liaison person at Constantine University. Are these things the city lord said true?"

Her voice was trembling.

Many students are proud to be able to enter the Central City Laboratory in the future, and some even have the biggest dream of becoming an assistant to the city lord.

They couldn't accept this ending the most.

"..." Yamada Machichi looked around.

In his field of vision, the cursors of hundreds of students' laptops were flashing, but the progress of their papers had completely stopped at the moment when they heard the world broadcast, and no one entered another word.

Luo Cha, a student who had eaten with Yamada Machichi in the cafeteria, put down the core journals full of complicated foreign languages ​​in his hands, his eyes full of confusion.

Several students with messy hair stopped studying the math problems in their hands, and there were still unfinished formulas and data on the wall.

Everyone fell into a state of stagnation. The future, future, and life have all lost their meaning to them.

Yamada Machichi took in all this and responded to the blond student in a low voice:

"it is true."

"He's done...his best."

When he said this, his eyes became moist.

Obviously everyone has a clear consciousness. They did not die in confusion. The death of each of their lives has a heavy weight in this world.

Just like Yamada Town could see at a glance, every student sitting in the auditorium should not die like this.

"I'm just one step away from Baoyan." The blonde student girl's body suddenly relaxed. In the face of the destruction of the world, she was actually thinking about such a problem.

"I have been working as a wage earner for my tutor for three years, and my recommendation letters are no longer available." The short-haired student next to him punched the table.

"I'm going to die before I even enter the Central City Laboratory...I haven't even met the City Lord in person."

"I want to go home. My mother lives in the fringe area. Since entering college, it seems that I haven't gone back to see her for a long time..."

The black fog outside the window became thicker and thicker, and the temperature in the auditorium dropped little by little. The indoor temperature was no longer enough to maintain the needs, and the students felt cold.

A fire lit up, and the indoor heating device was activated in the open space under the auditorium podium. They threw tables, chairs and books into it. The firelight swayed in the glass cover, and the bright luster swallowed up the essence of this knowledge bit by bit.

Textbooks with detailed notes, notebooks with experimental diaries, lesson plans organized one by one, sketch assignments filled with drawings... were all swallowed up in the warm light.

When disaster strikes, even books lose their original meaning.

Yamadacho took a breath and stared at the black fog outside the window.

He thought that everything he saw now was just a small corner of the world. But it is a microcosm of the entire world.

"Little sister..." At this time, the blond student girl hugged him and sobbed: "I want to go home, I miss my mother."

Yamada Machichi held her hand.

"Don't be afraid." Yamada Machichi's lips trembled:

"Everywhere is home."

They maintained their embrace, like the most inconspicuous pair of heaters in the apocalypse. Similar to them, there were dozens of pairs of people hugging each other in the auditorium.

…

outside world.

A dark-colored reconnaissance plane hovered high in the sky. Under the red pool of blood, there was a sinkhole two thousand meters deep.

The truck stopped next to the sinkhole, where dozens of soldiers lay smoking slowly.

The snow-white ashes were knocked along the fingers, and the smoke drifted in the wind, carrying the soldiers' long sights into the distance.

Broken instruments were tossed aside. Just now, they personally smashed these precious detection instruments. Their mission was originally to go deep into the sinkhole and bring up the backup energy stored in the sinkhole. However, the moment they heard the world broadcast, this had lost its meaning.

The soldiers, carried away by anger, personally smashed these precious instruments that they had carefully protected along the way.

"From a universal perspective, this is just a battle for the right to survive, similar to tribes competing for territory in primitive times. The war between [Tavi] and the ruined world is also just a battle for survival between different civilizations - —A war of civilization in which everything is at stake.”

"——I'm sorry to bring you such an ending."

The car radio was accompanied by noise, and the voice of their city lord came. The soldier wearing the star cap knocked some cigarettes in his hand and laughed.

"City Lord." The soldier's voice was light and he said to himself in the air:

"What's wrong with you?"

"When you hold the fate of an entire ethnic group in your hands, live as long as you can."

He turned around and went to get the wine bottle next to him. The soldiers lay in a circle on the ground, drinking low-quality spirits in the carriage, preparing to face the final outcome with this attitude.

Disks spun and vintage disco music filled the air.

While drinking, the soldier suddenly noticed that there was a team on the other side of the sinkhole preparing to descend into the sinkhole. The soldier blinked and shouted: "On the other side! Don't go down into the sinkhole again, it's pointless!"

No one in the team on the other side paid attention to the soldier's words. Among the team, a black-haired girl was putting on equipment for one of her brothers.

"Are you sure you want to go down?" Yueyue said.

Che looked down at the tiankeng and said: "You have to do something that needs to be done. Since I have been assigned the task of going down to the tiankeng, let me finish it."

Yueyue nodded and helped him tie the last knot: "The devices have been checked. Come back safely."

Beside them, twenty or thirty soldiers were still wearing ropes. Even after hearing the city lord's cruel announcement, they still did not give up the task at hand.

"Sister, you have never looked like a young man in his twenties. On the contrary, you are more rational than me... I have heard some news recently, and I know that your origin may not be that simple." Che said.

Yueyue raised her eyes and looked at him.

She truly is not of this world. Sometimes, she feels out of tune with the world. If the NPC learned this news, how would they view her with repulsion?

"But no matter what, you are still my sister."

Che said so.

He patted Yueyue's shoulder with his palm and whispered:

"I only know that my life with you in the past twenty years is real. If you had a better life and more friends before, if you could go to a better world in the future instead of living with the world of ruins, Buried with him. My brother of just twenty years is also very satisfied."

"Sister, I have long felt that the world is too bad. People are not like humans, and ghosts are not like ghosts. If I die here, I will pave the way for others and contribute to my hometown. I will be satisfied."

"At least... I didn't freeze to death for no reason."

Yueyue's pupils trembled slightly.

"Don't say stupid things." After a moment, she said, "You are my brother too."

Che laughed and walked to the edge of the sinkhole. The rough knots dragged on the ground, and his steps were steady and swift.

He looked at the bottomless darkness and whispered:

"Now I finally understand what it was like for Lord Luvis to face the edge of the world."

He descended along the rock wall, the rope going around and around, making a "chacha" friction sound.

Following him, there were dozens of soldiers who did not give up. They landed under the rock wall and trampled on the bones left by their predecessors, with the lights on their helmets always on.

In the darkness, a glimmer of light emerges.

…

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