First Player

Su Mingan failed to open her eyes.

It's a pity that after he returned to the file, he was still in a deep sleep period. This is also expected.

There was a girl standing next to him, gently holding his hand.

And he couldn't open his eyes, couldn't tell her - I already knew everything. He could only sleep and sleep - until it happened again. He couldn't even tell why he knew all this.

The feeling of depression was like a weight in his heart, and he even wanted to tear his eyelids, tear his lips, tell her with blood-filled eyes and a hoarse voice, I know, I already know everything.

However, there is no way to do this.

It was as if he was wrapped in a silent shell. The thick shell blocked his vision, strangled the ability of his throat to make sounds, and restricted the movement of his limbs - he was like a cocoon that could not break out. Butterfly, struggling until it almost suffocates.

He seemed to hear the voice in his heart, as if there was a voice that kept crying. The crying made him upset. When he listened carefully, he suddenly realized that the voice was very similar to his own.

In the end, fate has not changed.

However, in the final confrontation, in the crazy heavy rain, Su Mingan said this to the gods:

"...That's it for now."

"I'm curious about where your confidence lies." The god didn't pay attention to his words and just brought him to the prophecy stone wall.

Everything began to reset, everything began to look back - and he stretched out his hand with all his strength, trying to keep something, but those deep-seated images and those familiar sounds... were like sand washed away by the river, quickly passing away. .

However, he laughed, laughed loudly - this week really couldn't continue, but sooner or later in the following weeks, he would accidentally think of the previous memories like he did now. If he thought about it even once - if he thought about it even once - he would know what to do.

He already had a plan in mind.

After all, he is also a "player".

…

Time goes back to February 3, 827.

The copy opens on the 31st day.

The tenth week of the world.

"...Has the blood been drained enough?" A voice came from the blur of consciousness.

"..."

Su Mingan blinked.

Jamel Xiao held up his pipe and squinted his eyes: "What a strange look in my eyes...don't you remember me? Or have you finally collapsed?"

"..."

Everything is as it was originally.

The tower in the distance stands on the eaves. Her expression was dull and gloomy, and her fingers almost bled.

"It's still...reset, right?" She raised her head: "This is the tenth time..."

She thought she wouldn't wake up again, but it reset anyway.

She saw from a distance - the fake Noel woman fabricated by the gods arrived in female clothes, and fled into the red building with Su Mingan.

The beginning is the same every time - fake Noel will induce Su Ming'an to escape, and then Su Ming'an will flee to the palace, meet the national preceptor Li Mingyue, and then - learn about the alien king. And then - he will start to explore in this world.

The guidance of the gods is always so smooth. And, it’s getting smoother and smoother.

Chaoyan remembered that in the fifth week, Su Mingan also suspected that the woman's Noel was fake, and even had a fight with the fake Noel. But now in the tenth week, Su Mingan is no longer suspicious at the beginning, because this fake Noel has almost no flaws.

The god is like a qualified speaker, imitating each character more and more like them. By the tenth week, it was difficult to tell the difference between the real person and the fake one.

"Do you want to give up?" Chaoyan saw Su Ming'an talking to Bai Lian through the wooden window pane. She knew in her heart that it was already the tenth week and there was almost no possibility of breaking through. The gods already know them so well, almost like they know the characters in a book.

But...if she just gives up, what can she do?

Or... continue that hopeless rescue? Let him "meet" her for the first time again?

Does it make sense? Those pains of infinite death, those struggles in the torrent of fate, those promises of "don't forget" over and over again...

She stood blankly in the dark night, like a roosting crow, and like the flames that burned her body again every time.

"Bang."

There was a crisp sound, and a butterfly paper kite hit her calf. She lowered her head and saw that it was a child who sneaked out to fly kites at night. This child was really brave.

"Beautiful sister! Beautiful sister! What are you doing standing at such a high place? Be careful!" The fat child shouted: "Can you help me throw the kite down? Sister, you are so beautiful!"

...This little brat.

Chaoyan's heavy emotions were actually dispelled by this, and she unconsciously pursed her lips and smiled, and then she realized the smile on her face.

A tear appeared between her pupils, and she suddenly realized that she actually still loved this world. No matter which world it is, no matter how far away it is.

Because if she didn't take action, no one would be able to help him. The huge world seemed empty, with billions of people, but in fact no one could stand by his side.

She stood on the high eaves, crying and laughing - this time, she looked like a madman from the beginning.

"Pretty sister, why are you crying? Stop crying..." The fat boy looked at the tears on her face and was stunned. He took out a square handkerchief with some mung bean cakes wrapped in it.

"I'm not crying..." Chaoyan wanted to smile. She couldn't be thought of as crazy, he wouldn't trust her. He trusted people who were emotionally stable more, she had always known that.

"Beautiful sister, I'll treat you to a snack, can you come down? It's very dangerous up there, and I don't want the kite anymore..." The fat boy raised his head, held his plump chin, and shouted loudly.

Chaoyan landed with a "bang", holding the butterfly paper kite in her hand. She took a bite of the mung bean cake. It was sweet. This time, she would not swallow them directly.

"...the smell of the starry sky." She said with tears in her eyes.

"Ah? What starry sky?" The boy touched his head.

"The sweet taste is the taste of the starry sky. Just like candy." Chaoyan said with a smile.

"Oh, oh..." The little boy didn't understand her words and just kept touching his head to cover up his embarrassment.

She gave him the kite and looked up at the sky.

The sky above Louyue is particularly beautiful, without modern atmospheric pollution, and is vaguely dotted with a few twinkling stars. She took one mung bean cake in one mouthful, eating it while crying, and walked towards the end of the street. The sweet and bitter taste choked and flowed in her throat at the same time, as if telling her - stop crying.

"Beautiful sister——" the boy shouted from behind.

"Yeah." Chaoyan didn't look back.

"Be safe—!" the boy yelled.

"Yeah." Chaoyan responded with a smile and walked straight into the night.

She never looked back.

…

[Chao Yan’s inner notes:]

[Game Week: Week 10]

[Game Difficulty: Extremely High]

[The copy opens: Day 31. 】

[Game days: First day, early morning. 】

[Internal note: Look at him from a distance and see if the plot is different. 】

…

In the early morning of the first day, when Su Mingan opened the first chapter of "Lou Yue Kingdom", Chao Yan was at the scene. She stood under the shade of the palace trees, quietly watching this scene that had been repeated for the tenth time. No one noticed her, she was like a shadow that always followed Su Ming'an, always not far from him, but never seen by him.

At the top of the Imperial Master's Pavilion, Imperial Master Li was dressed in white to protect the ice coffin.

"Give him back to me! Give him back to me!" Bai Lian rushed towards the Imperial Master, with strong anger on her body, like a moth flying into the flames.

Chaoyan watched this scene from a distance.

Even though the concubines and maids nearby were shocked by this scene, Chaoyan felt very calm.

She finally understood why the gods kept an extremely indifferent attitude towards everything and didn't even bother to listen to people's cries and prayers. Because in His eyes, many things have happened countless times. For something like this that happens again and again before our eyes, it is difficult to have the initial touch and empathy. It is like watching a movie that keeps replaying.

Just like she is now. Seeing Bai Lian working so hard for the tenth time, her heart became dull.

"It seems that the plot has not changed." Chaoyan turned and left: "Compared with the previous week, what fine adjustments will the gods make... I need to continue to observe."

Having retained the memory of a full ten weeks, her heart contains an extremely rich amount of information.

She is the only one who knows that this Li Guoshi of Louyue Kingdom is not the Li Mingyue in this world, but just a kind of "Li Mingyue" original.

Therefore, Li Mingyue, the national teacher of Louyue Junior High School, always maintained an indifferent and ruthless attitude. The current godfather, Li Mingyue, will be a little gentler. Because their experiences are different - one is a national teacher who has experienced many vicissitudes and has achieved immortality, and the other is a godfather who has always protected his students.

However, as the game continues to be played, and as the tower connecting the world is opened, the two of them will become more and more similar. Every time a player clears the Dream Patrol game, it intensifies the integration between the two worlds of "real world" and "game" - the reason why these two worlds are so similar to each other is because "Lou Yue Kingdom" has already experienced After clearing the level ten times, "Louyue Kingdom" has become very integrated with the real world. The lines of cause and effect are constantly entangled, causing the two worlds to begin to influence each other, like a... world line converging.

Chaoyan remembered that in the first week, National Master Li Mingyue still had jet black hair, but by the tenth week, it was exactly the same as Li Mingyue's white hair in the current world.

"God...your overall situation, even though ten weeks have passed, I haven't seen the whole picture yet..." Chaoyan said to himself.

…

[Chao Yan’s inner notes:]

[Number of game days: first day, night. 】

[Inner Note: Still watching him from afar, looking for the right moment to "meet" him for the first time. come on! This week’s project must be a success! 】

…

At night, after sending Su Luoluo home with hypoglycemia, Su Mingan suddenly had auditory hallucinations.

[The first player...]

【World Game...】

"Who!" Su Mingan was instantly alert and began to search everywhere.

Chaoyan stood on the treetop, looking at him from a distance through the glass.

——You are still as sharp as ever.

She remembered that in the sixth week, Su Ming'an recited important information hundreds of times before being reset. Fortunately, this was not in vain, and it seemed to have retained some vocabulary in his brain. In extremely low mental states, they become confusing auditory hallucinations.

In the seventh week, these auditory hallucinations took effect. Su Mingan recalled some vague memories and stayed away from the gods.

However, this is the tenth week, and the gods have blocked this road in advance, so the person next to Su Mingan now is Xinyue. Xinyue was a person sent by the gods. With her comfort, she used the reason "people who hear strange sounds will go crazy" to make Su Ming'an stop doubting and not recall any memories.

Chao Yan looked at this scene with a solemn expression - Su Mingan and Xinyue hugging each other gently, like the warmth between friends. He didn't know that Xinyue was a trap carefully designed by the enemy. It was difficult for him to think of the possibility of "killing at the beginning".

Who would have thought that this kind of friendly character who acts as a guide to novices would be a trap full of malicious intentions for the enemies in the previous game?

So Chaoyan knew that she was playing an extreme game with increasing difficulty. Every failure would make the enemy stronger and more perfect in the next game. The methods that could have been used to break the situation will gradually be blocked.

"This time... we must... succeed."

She made a promise to herself for the tenth time.

…

[Chao Yan’s inner notes:]

[Number of game days: The next day, early morning. 】

[Internal note: As an orphan from a small village, I "met" him for the first time, so I must leave a good impression this time! By the way... He likes people who are emotionally stable and kind-hearted, and who also have a certain sense of mystery...]

…

She wanted to see him again countless times.

She thought about the taste of that Italian candy countless times. In ten weeks, she had only eaten his candy once. This shows that in the remaining nine weeks, she never really entered his heart.

She wanted to look at the beautiful starry sky with him countless times and let him tell her what the Fate Festival was.

She wanted to see his pure smile countless times.

"You are really, really... so difficult to conquer... Su Ming'an..." Chaoyan covered his eyes and laughed softly.

Carrying the medicine basket, she waited on the hillside and slowly added words to the small notes in her heart:

…

[Internal note: Find a way as soon as possible to let him retain his memory and join this "game". 】

[The two protagonists must overcome difficulties together to be considered a complete story. 】

[So, don’t let me play this game with the theme of “World” alone... 】

[There must be a second hero beside a hero...because the Demon King is too strong. 】

[But why am I the one who attacks you over and over again? According to the normal, clichéd and popular script, shouldn't it be the prince who desperately tries to save the princess in the torrent of time...? 】

[Although I don’t think there is a love between the hero and heroine between us, but at least...]

【……】

[The princess rescues the prince, which is also a very good story. 】

[The two protagonists will definitely have a happy ending. 】

…

【……Um. 】

【must. 】

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