Save Tomorrow's Ark with Game System

[Warning: This book is a work written by the author's brain, which contains a lot of two ideas and has modified the worldview. It also includes traveling through time and space, quantum mechanics, parallel universe, the fourth wall, the heart is better than things, wisdom Forcing plots and embarrassing paragraphs such as mechanical rebellion, please be mentally prepared to read this book.]

[This article will modify errors and some inappropriate content from time to time, but the general plot will not change]

Have you ever experienced this feeling?

On a very ordinary day, you study, work, eat or play as usual, and suddenly you feel that everything you do is meaningless, you lose interest in the world, and you are like a walking corpse, in your heart I had some disgust for what I was doing...

It seems that at this time there is nothing worth doing except death.

For most people, this is just a small episode in daily life. They just sway their heads and pass by. Do whatever they should do, and life is filled with sunshine again. For some people with different pasts , This kind of thinking is a sudden enlightenment that makes them understand what they really should do.

But everything has exceptions.

There may be no living soul in a flesh-and-blooded body, and it may be empty inside, leaving only the obsession with the last breath.

Some people are alive, and he is dead.

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Chen Yue sat on the guardrail of the terrace on the rooftop and looked at the sky boredly.

It was a late summer night, and the noisy cicadas were still ringing intermittently, as if the breeze of the night could not soothe the hot hearts of these elves. The black ink covered the sky and also laid a layer of dark gauze on the ground. .The stars flashed on the clean night sky, reflected in Chen Yue's eyes, but could not see the chaos that had been covered in his heart for a long time.

Chen Yue sighed, bent down to look at the buildings in the distance, and a familiar feeling of fatigue oozed out of her heart and slowly spread throughout her body.

Ten years ago, when Chen Yue was a child, he came to this terrace for something and wanted to end his life, but because of astringency fear, he gave up this idea and sat on the guardrail for an afternoon until I returned home only at supper.

It was from that time that Chen Yue had an extra habit - whenever he encountered setbacks in life, he would come here alone, sit on the guardrail and stare at the distance, allowing the quiet time to flow. Go and soothe your tired heart.

This habit has been maintained until now, when he was twenty years old.

How many years have it been?

It's been seven years.

The breeze at night blew across his cheeks, and Chen Yue remembered the scene when she first came here. It was very effective to empty her mind at that time. At least after she returned, she felt much more stable and she would no longer have the idea of ​​committing suicide.

But as he grew older, he came into contact with more and more people and did more and more things, Chen Yue's heart became more and more numb, and the method of emptying himself gradually lost its effect. Now he can't do it I also thought of standing on the roof and jumping down, but the fatigue in my heart did not dissipate at all.

At least, this will keep him away from the noise for the time being.

But the feeling of hollowness that arises naturally, losing interest in the whole world, has occupied his heart for a long time and will never disappear again. Sometimes, when he encounters oppression again, he debates with others.

When there is no desire to resist.

Anyway, it will be the same result in the end, so what's the use of resisting?

If language and hands-on really worked, he wouldn't have appeared here that afternoon seven years ago. The growing self-esteem was devastating, but the words and actions of resisting did not receive any positive feedback.

Even the teachers did not stand on his side, but instead scolded the student who had not achieved excellent results.

As for their parents...

They have been busy for the high mortgage. Sometimes they don’t go home at night, leaving only the meals prepared at noon and the small but empty room waiting for Chen Yue.

Over the years, he had long been accustomed to this feeling, putting a thick layer of cloth on his pericardium and putting on a mask with a smile. He became a silly man who had been smiling and had a little straightforward mind.

He made friends with everyone but never really treated anyone. Even in high school and college where violence on campus was almost extinct, he did not take off the mask on his face and continued to live in a harmless face of a human and animal.

Chen Yue once thought about whether he was sick, but the high cost and fear of the truth quickly dispelled this idea. Since he could live with a mask for seven years, why can't he continue to live for seven decades?

It's just a length of time.

Time has passed for a long time, and Chen Yue felt a little more comfortable. The breeze of Xia Ye seemed to have magical power, which could slightly relieve the pressure in his heart, making his thoughts that had been sticking to the past relaxed, and go home

It can also make it easier to fall asleep.

Chen Yue patted the dust on his hands and stood on the thick guardrail and stretched. After two hours of the evening breeze, he was indeed a little sleepy. But just as he was about to turn around and jump, the original

The breeze suddenly became manic, which made Chen Yue unstable and her body turned in another direction.

There is nothing there, leading straight to death.

The howling wind blew on Chen Yue's face like a knife, which also made him wake up from the daze just now. But Chen Yue did not shout like other people who fell from the building, but felt extremely relaxed.

It seemed as if I had let go of everything. The whole person wandered in the air like fallen leaves, slowly falling on the earth and seeping into the soil.

It should have been like this long ago...

He looked at the terrace guardrail that was getting farther and farther away from him, closed his eyes, waiting for the ending he yearned for but was never willing to touch.

"Do you want to live again?"

Amid the crazy howling wind, Chen Yue suddenly heard a sound.

Live again? Re-experience the sourness of a weak person lowering his head and leaning down?

"I guess so."

However, he did not take this sound seriously, but only thought it was an hallucination that appeared when he was about to die. After all, people are afraid of death, even if they were ready for it.

The voice disappeared without responding to Chen Yue, as if it had never appeared. It was at this moment that he felt something hitting his back.

Then, darkness surged.

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“Where is this?”

There was a white light in front of Chen Yue's eyes, which made him unable to open his eyes. He tried to raise his hand to cover his eyes, but found that his arms could not move.

Is heaven?

He tried to lift his upper body, but found that he could not move at all, as if something was holding him back.

"grass……"

Gradually, his eyes got used to the high-intensity white light. Chen Yue tilted her head and opened her eyelids to observe the surrounding environment and see the world after death.

He remembered the scene before the darkness came very clearly. The only thing that appeared in front of him now was hell or heaven.

But what caught Chen Yue's eyes was a face with a white mask, and it was only two centimeters away from his face.

“…”

Two seconds later, the screams rang throughout the laboratory.

"The young man is quite energetic." The man who was scared Chen Yue just now tapped the PAD in his hand with his fingers, and didn't know what he was writing.

Chen Yue took a few deep breaths to try to relax himself. He looked around and found that he was lying in a ward - or the laboratory is more suitable. There were many looks around the bed where he was lying on.

It's very expensive instruments. Several doctors in white coats whispered at the display screen on the instrument, occasionally writing something on the PAD with their fingers.

Am I rescued?

Chen Yue twitched his mouth and a bunch of small question marks popped up around her head.

It shouldn't be.

He frowned and felt that this was not simple. He jumped from the 20th floor. It is said that at such a high height, he would fall into a pile of meat paste, which no one could recognize. But now he is alive.

And he was lying on the bed...

Oh, it's not good, because his hands, feet and head are bound and he can't move at all.

Chen Yue, who has been deeply influenced by socialism since childhood, suddenly thought of a possibility that could perfectly explain the current situation.

He traveled through time.

Chen Yue turned her head and looked at the male doctor who had just scared him, and asked a classic question: "Where is this?"

The male doctor was stunned. He looked at Chen Yue, and there was a big doubt in his big eyes.

"Do you still remember who I am?" the male doctor asked.

"I don't know you." Chen Yue shook her head honestly.

Tsk.

The male doctor smacked his lips, raised his PAD and started dancing, whispering: "The effect of the No. 5 source stone reagent is quite obvious, and the physiological functions of the experimental subject have been significantly improved, but they have side effects that cannot be borne..."

Chen Yue's ears trembled, and he heard a word that made him extremely familiar with...

Source stone!

What is the Source Stone? It is a strategic material in the Ark of Tomorrow. It is the only way for the swordsmen to restore their sanity, and it is to make all swordsmen full of hope and despair.

Chen Yue only knew this kind of source stone. If the source stone mentioned by the doctor really refers to that thing...

Then this is the world of Ark of Tomorrow?!

"Uncle, where is this?" Chen Yue thought about it and asked the people next to her better, and she could get the answer more directly.

"Rhine Life Laboratory."

Concise and concise.

Chen Yue nodded. It seemed that he had really traveled to the world of Ark of Tomorrow, but this Rhine Life Laboratory made him feel a little strange...

Chen Yue's brain began to think quickly!

First of all, I can confirm that I have traveled to the world of Ark of Tomorrow. The uncle next to me said that this is Rhine Life, so I can rule out the possibility that I woke up as a swordsman. So based on my current environment and what the uncle just said

If you analyze it, plus the introduction of Rhine Life in the game, you can find out...

Chen Yue took a breath.

My Tamao has become the guinea pig of Rhine's life?!

No, this is impossible.

After all, I am a time traveler. Even if I don’t have a plug-in system and don’t live in the ring, God should give me a comfortable start. This is in line with the beginning of the time travel novel, so these doctors must be here.

Treat yourself, and when the disease is cured, you can start your own journey of kingdom.

Well, that must be... a ghost!

What disease can cause the Rhine Life Laboratory to make a big fuss in Terra World?!

What else can be done besides ore diseases?!

If there is no plug-in, it will be fine. As a result, I just came across time and suffered an incurable disease?

The calm that had been exchanged for the wind that had blown for two hours before death was completely confused at this moment. He only felt that there were countless grass and mud horses running wildly in his heart.

Then he glanced at the male doctor beside him, and saw that he put down the PAD in his hand and picked up a syringe...

Doctor, what are you going to do with a syringe that is thicker than my arm?

Why is the color of the liquid in the syringe so weird?

Doctor, why did you take off your mask? Don’t laugh so philosophically?

Chen Yue trembled and wanted to break free from the constraints, but another female doctor came next to her to tighten the rope that locked his body.

"Doctor... what do you want to do?" Chen Yue was so scared that Fang Yan was so angry.

"Treat your illness." The male doctor bounced the tip of the needle, and a little liquid was stuck on his finger. He stretched out his index finger and gently stroked Chen Yue's left arm twice, in line with his philosophy.

The smile made Chen Yue feel that the syringe was not stuck on her arm but on her butt.

Seeing the needle tip piercing into his skin, Chen Yue also accepted her fate. A sense of fatigue surged into his brain, and the fatigue, like a tide, was slowly but aggressively immersed in his spirit, various parts of his body and brain.

The links between them have become less clear.

He felt like he was about to die again.

Chen Yue tried hard to resist this tiredness, looked at the male doctor who gave him an injection, and asked the question he had been asking since seeing the male doctor's face: "What is your name, doctor?"

The male doctor smiled heartily and gave his answer: "Dakhome Hellington."

"Grass."

Chen Yue completely lost consciousness.