First Player

Chapter 587 Chapter 585 · "You can become Dawn."

Su Ming'an didn't think that the world copy could directly affect their thinking - Noel should have fallen into a state similar to hypnosis.

"Noel, your eyes..." he said.

He was about to remind him, but the next moment he blinked, he suddenly saw Noel's pure blue eyes.

... There was clearly no trace of blood red in those eyes.

"What's wrong?" Noel asked confused.

Su Mingan confirmed the pure blue color in Noel's eyes:

"Your eyes turned red just now, as if you were invaded by another dimension. Didn't you notice it yourself?"

"Really?" Noel was stunned: "No, my eyes were red just now?...Wait a minute."

He rubbed his chin with his index finger, as if thinking.

After a moment, he looked at Su Mingan:

"Have you taken sanity pills recently? That mental stabilizing potion."

"Do you suspect that I was the one who made the mistake?" Su Mingan said.

"I confirm that there is no problem with my thinking. Is there a possibility..." Noel stared at him: "You are the one who has the problem?"

"..."

"We cannot ignore the possibility that we both have problems." Noel said: "Let's separate for now."

"Okay." Su Mingan said.

He activated the last energy of his wheelchair and turned around to leave.

Noel stared at his back with heavy eyes.

Su Mingan galloped all the way, entered an alley, stopped, and held his hand on the wall.

The heavy rain hit his hair, which stuck to his cheeks with stickiness, and the vision in front of him became more and more shaky.

"Doctor." Xi Ke said: "You'd better leave me. The Dawn System can lock your position based on me."

Su Mingan straightened up and touched the watch with his hand.

The watch has been wet by the rain, but the Xiko in front of me is still hidden on the upright blue light screen. Its body is clean, and the wind and rain from the outside cannot affect its illusion at all.

"Xiko, go to sleep." He said.

He doesn't need to throw it away, as long as it goes to sleep, all functions will stop.

"Yes." Xiko's figure gradually disappeared:

[Good night, Doctor. 】

After a standard AI sleep sound, its interface darkened.

…

"Click, click, click—"

Helicopters flew by at high altitude, and a covered pickup truck parked on the side of the road with various video equipment and radio tools placed on it.

An imposing man stepped out of the luxurious black car and received countless glances as soon as he appeared.

This man is the speaker of the core area and has a strong voice. Reporters in uniforms used microphones, cameras, tape recorders...

"——Speaker, regarding the latest red alert issued by the Dawn System, is Asa Akto City Lord issued a fatwa for committing a crime?"

The reporters’ questions became more pointed than the last, and the sound of “click” and “click” pictures continued to sound.

The Speaker was smiling and unfazed by the situation.

He faced the camera and said calmly:

"——Putting the city lord on the arrest list is naturally a consideration of the Dawn System. The guilty should be punished, no matter what his status is."

...Of course he is not the original Speaker, he is the former player Alande known as the "Prophet".

He had a strong foresight about the world copy. In the eighth world, he tricked Edward once, allowing Edward to be teleported to Sibor, and finally died from her tentacles.

After the start of the Ninth World, he possessed the speaker who was one person below ten thousand people, which made him extremely happy.

After getting rid of these reporters, Ailande took a look at the information.

[Speaker Fukri Colby, Central City invites you to the 56th floor of the Times Central Building in the core area. 】

Ailande's eyes narrowed.

... Someone actually came to invite him in the Central City that had always been closed? At this stage, basically no players can enter the blocked Central City.

He immediately boarded a disc-shaped vehicle. As the rainbow light around the disc flashed, he stepped on the disc and rose into the sky.

The 5th restaurant in Times Central Building is like a luxurious sky hotel with extremely high consumption standards, and only those with high status can enter.

A figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, seemingly overlooking the night view under the tower.

Her white hair, which almost touched her ankles, made her skin color as pure as winter ice and snow, as if it was made of transparent texture.

She looked at the streets that branched and connected like blood vessels, the wheelbarrows and trucks that rowed like streams, the busy mechanical army in the city, and all the living beings...

She was clearly standing there, but it seemed like she would melt into the night at any moment.

Alan couldn't help but hold his breath. He seemed to have seen a god who was not stained by the fireworks of the world.

"first meet."

While Alan was holding his breath, the man spoke: "I am Dawn."

Alande blinked, and it took a moment to realize what the other party said.

"Dawn... Dawn System!?" He exclaimed: "Aren't you Zhinao? How can you walk in the outside world?"

He finally knew why he felt like he was seeing a god.

——He felt right,

The other party is indeed a god - the god of this city-state.

"I have come to see you to give you my own personal orders," she said.

Ailande was a little surprised. This kind of task must be a hidden task with high rewards - he made a lot of money!

He looked at Dawn with some excitement and saw white lightning flashing in her eyes.

"Protect Asa Akto," she said. "Use all your strength to protect his life."

"...Huh?" Ailande was dumbfounded.

...He wants to protect Su Ming'an under everyone's watchful eyes?

"Then, goodbye." Li Ming withdrew her gaze and turned to leave: "I have booked the service here, you can enjoy the night here."

She gave the order to Alan and left, disappearing into the night.

Ailan's brows were twitching, and he felt very aggrieved.

But soon, several beautiful android maids came up to him and hugged his arms.

Alande's brows relaxed.

...Forget it, today is his day off, let’s finish tonight first.

Dishes were machine-made and placed in front of him. Ribeye steak, prime foie gras, smoked salmon, raspberry mousse cake...

This cannot be said to mean that the upper class are extravagant. As the Speaker, he has devoted a lot to the running of the city and contributed his wisdom and strength. This is only "equivalent" feedback.

The superior ones enjoy the best food and do the most valuable work. The inferior ones save resources and reduce waste - this is the concept of "resource maximization".

Very ideal and reasonable.

Alande sat down on the soft sofa, with the loud music playing in his ears, as if he had fallen into a hazy dream.

Dimly, his ears were full of wine and he laughed.

……very nice.

This is the perfect city-state.

…

Su Mingan held the wheelchair and moved at an extremely slow speed.

Cloth bags, scrap metal and other objects in the alley were piled up in the corners. Some drunken men snored, and the stench of garbage filled the air in the rain.

"...I'm so hungry. There's not much business today."

"...I didn't pick up anything, and I have to go out tomorrow."

There were faint rustling sounds and people talking, and the heavy rain slid down Su Ming'an's soaked clothes.

Under the dense night, the warm light in front is particularly obvious.

He got closer and saw that it was a simple vending machine with a coin slot next to it.

The rain slid down the transparent glass, and he could vaguely see his own face through the glass - his face was pale, his pupils were dark, and even his lips looked blue.

He felt dizzy, and when he touched his head, his forehead felt faintly hot.

...It was already dark, and there was only an hour before the night meeting. He had to hold on... just a little longer.

"Bang--"

There was a soft sound, and when he touched the vending machine, a bottle of drink fell down. It seemed that it had been left behind by the previous purchaser.

He picked it up and saw that it was a cup of hot orange juice drink. When he opened the bottle, he could smell the aroma of oranges, and the bottle was still hot to the touch.

"Ah——" Just as he was looking at the drink, a female scream suddenly came from behind the alley, which was very loud in the night.

Su Mingan turned the wheelchair and approached the source of the sound.

He walked through the fine rain curtain and saw a man pressing down on a girl underneath the bamboo canopy, taking off her clothes and punching her.

Bright red blood spread outwards along the puddles.

"——I have worked hard for so long, but just because of an emotional monitoring, I was permanently dismissed from my position. But bitches like you can easily exchange your body for money. There is no work pressure! Since I have to judge that I am emotionally overloaded, then I will It’s overloaded! I can’t go back, my files are dirty, I’ve—”

The roaring middle-aged man suddenly heard the rutting sound of his wheelchair.

He stopped the violence, turned around, and saw Su Ming'an not far from him.

"...It's you." The middle-aged man said.

Su Mingan remembered this middle-aged man who was suspended from his job because of emotional overload on the street and asked the inspection team for help. The middle-aged man was named Pulitzer Jamin.

At that time, the middle-aged man was still thinking about his wife and daughter, thinking about going home to eat after asking the inspection team for help, and there was still light in his eyes.

But now there seems to be nothing left.

Goodwill, conscience, morality, stability... Under the intensification of what was judged as emotional overload... the middle-aged man lost everything.

He became a criminal in the true sense of the word.

Dawn System's evaluation of him came true.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Seeing Su Ming'an in the wheelchair, the middle-aged man burst into laughter.