First Player

Chapter Six · "We will forever live in the tomb of your memory."

Su Ming'an raised his eyes and glanced at the barrage. Today's barrage seemed to be moving very quickly.

[What are you panicking about? Is our destiny always in our own hands? 】

[Yes, even if we are not "all perfect passers", tomorrow there will be "higher-dimensional creatures", "other dimensions" and other messy things to dominate us. Is there any difference? 】

[But I think if given the opportunity to make a wish, most people would make wishes such as "to dominate the world" and "to become a god for everyone", right? Look at Mizushima Kawa Sora, do you dare to say that if she had such an opportunity, she would not make a wish to save her sister? If you think about Edward again, wouldn't he wish to rule everyone? Think about Bei Wang again...well, forget Bei Wang, he will probably sleep directly. 】

[It has not been confirmed that the "truth" Dion said is true, so why are you panicking. 】

[Dion was killed by the organizer, how could it not be true? ? ? 】

[I seem to suddenly understand the purpose of the first player working so hard to pass the level perfectly... Isn't he trying to resurrect his father? 】

【……】

Seeing this, Su Mingan was slightly startled.

...By the way, there is also this "resurrection type" wish.

But even so, he would not make such a wish. The choice between resurrecting a world and resurrecting a person couldn't be simpler. Even if he chooses the latter, if he doesn't choose the former, he will usher in a tragic ending.

He had to end this game for good.

Regarding the death of Blair Dion, the United Group said that Dion died [violating certain rules of the game]. This is consistent with Su Mingan's conjecture - the organizer has some kind of [rules] that cannot be violated, and it can only execute those who violate the rules.

Su Mingan had a conjecture - the organizer is just an existence that "exploits" the world game. The organizer does not have too much power and can only achieve the purpose of plundering civilization by relying on indirect methods (such as the world game) like [Tavi]. .

The specifications of the world game are likely to be higher than those of the organizer. The organizer is just a "maintainer", "host", or "magistrate", and the world game is a knife they use to plunder civilization.

There may be some kind of check and balance between the world game, the organizer, and the players. Once one party finally wins, the situation may change drastically.

Thinking of this, he was slightly startled.

etc.

He parked his wheelchair outside the office building in the core area and fell into deep thought.

——Isn’t this exactly the situation in the Ninth World?

There are also checks and balances between the Dawn System, Tawi, and Acto. And the relationship is barely adequate.

He felt panic-the situation in the Ninth World reflected reality in every way. Could it be that the game itself was hinting at something?

If he could witness the ending of this ninth world, if he could understand this check-and-balance relationship and the nature of [his dimension] - he might even find a new way to end the game early.

He was thinking and suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Doctor, doctor...why are you sitting here?" A middle-aged man in a white coat hurried over.

"What's going on?" Su Ming'an looked up.

"Mrs. Locati is seriously ill. She wants to see you for the last time." The middle-aged man said.

Su Ming'an's thoughts went around and he didn't know who this Mrs. Locati was. There was no such name in the three times.

"I don't have time..." he said.

He turned around and heard the middle-aged man's confused words: "——Aren't you going to see Mrs. Meira Locati?"

He turned back quickly:

"Who are you talking about?"

"Mrs. Mera Locati," the middle-aged man said.

"Yaya, locate!" He called out the AI ​​and rushed towards the hospital's location.

He drove his wheelchair forward and jumped in from the corridor window. At the door of the ward, the red light of the ICU is on.

"Doctor, please sit here for a while." The nurse who received him respectfully led him to the side.

Su Mingan was waiting outside the door, staring at the red light of the ICU, dazed.

...It turns out that the energetic old woman in the laboratory who is still very strong and can laugh and joke with him will be on the verge of death in 102 years, and she will only be able to see him for the last time.

Akto must have experienced more life and death than him back then - a full 102 years, enough to replace three generations.

He has to face countless losses in his long life. The people he cherishes will die in front of his eyes. The emotions he values ​​​​will dissipate with the passage of time. Everything he knows no longer exists, but he is alive and powerless. .

He couldn't stop the great river called death at all, he could only watch all the life flowing by him.

Even if you try to resist time with immortal emotions, time will erase everything sooner or later.

"..." Su Mingan stared at the white ground and could vaguely see his tired reflection.

In the upper right corner, the barrage is still arguing. One side protects the "first player" and scolds the bad talker, while the other side insults the "first player" and calls the other party a pack of family protection dogs.

In the face of the crisis of survival, people show their full bestiality.

Suddenly, there was a "click", the door in front of him opened, and a doctor in a white coat hurried out.

"Doctor, please go in." The doctor said.

Su Ming'an's [Biochemistry] is level 10, and his ability to save people is indeed better than that of a doctor, but treating illnesses and saving lives is not that simple, and there are some irreversible diseases that he cannot save. Meera was too old and her organs were failing.

He walked slowly inside and saw an old woman who was skinny and had almost all her gray hair fallen out. Her eyes became cloudy and she no longer looked as bright as she had in 1972. Her whole body was covered with hoses, and her face was as white as death. She didn't look like a brilliant biochemistry doctor, but just like an ordinary dying patient.

Seeing Su Mingan, who was wrapped in protective clothing, she moved her lips gently:

"Asa..."

"We are all old..."

A residual emotion in the body hit Su Mingan's heart hard at this moment. He clenched the clothes on the left side of his heart and felt a stinging pain.

The resonance in Akto's body has been strongly affecting him. He has never experienced such intense emotions.

"Every time I face you, I dare not honestly say that I am in pain, and I want it to end..." Meera said, "But once I leave, almost everyone you know will leave, and I can only keep on.

We can't leave you alone... alone in the new century with an unknown future. I really want to be with you until the end, even if I'm the only one left. Asa, so much time has passed. Do you still...remember those people? "

Su Mingan stood next to her.

"Remember," he said.

He remembered the way Treya treated him to strawberry cake, and the way Dongxu always played tricks outside the door. Thinking of Tredia, Qiu Li, Rongyuan and Xi, Xia Sheng and Sen, Yao Wen and Staxi... He even thought of Noah and Lin Guang.

It turns out that in 102, they were no longer here.

He lives in a world where everyone is gone.

Looking at the frail old man in front of him, he thought of his grandmother. Back then, my grandma was lying in the ICU so thin and thin, and he didn't even see her for the last time like this.

She couldn't even hold her hand that was so thin due to illness, the candy she held in her hand hadn't been handed to her, and she hadn't even said the last thing she wanted to say.

She's gone.

Thinking of this scene from his childhood almost made him suffocate. The thought of her going somewhere alone made him want to pull her back.

But he cannot stop death, no matter whose death it is.

Growing up, he had been witnessing the death of others. Even in the game copy, it is difficult for him to prevent the death of some people, and the years are irreversible.

"Asa..." Meira held his hand:

"Perhaps you will meet many people and travel a long way in the future, but I hope... you will not forget the journey that our generation has walked with you."

"Please...win the world back, even if we can never see it again."

"If you can remember, in your distant memory, in your early life, there was a person named Meera..."

She smiled slightly:

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"——Then we will live in the tomb of your memory forever."

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"Click."

Behind him, the door closed.

Su Mingan pushed the wheelchair and slowly left the room behind him.

It wasn't until he got off the elevator and left the pure white hospital behind him that he heard the voice of the announcer on the city's radio who couldn't hide his sadness——

"Mrs. Mela, a well-known doctor of biochemistry, passed away today (October 102, 2020) due to ineffective resuscitation efforts at the age of ninety-three.

"Dr. Mela specializes in research in the field of bionics. She was a researcher during the War of Dawn. She later proposed the [Four Codes of Bionics] to promote the improvement of intelligent brain emotion chips in this field. Her life has made indelible contributions to the city-state. Her contribution is a pearl in the city of measurement. The deputy speaker of the core area expressed condolences to her family on behalf of the city-state. Her death represents the end of an era..."

"..."

Su Mingan felt his breathing trembling and his whole body getting cold.

In the upper right corner, the barrage is still arguing, and no one cares about what is happening here.

[That's enough. Su Mingan's efforts are obvious to all, and he is targeting the hero again. You have nothing to do, right? 】

[If you talk back, you will regret it when you are ruled by Su Mingan after one year! 】

[The future of mankind is really bleak. Will we still move towards an era of autocracy? One person can make a city, and factions can rule...]

【I'm so scared, I really want to cry...】

【……】

Loneliness does not mean coldness and loneliness, but that there is no place for him in a crowded place, a bustling place where people gather.

Ever since he became the number one player, he never seemed to fit in.

He returns to Central City Labs. There were still more than six hours until Caiusta returned, so he could catch up on some sleep.

He is lying on the bed.

In his hazy dream, he heard many voices.

"——You are a perfect passer of all levels, how could the fate of mankind be left in your hands!"

"——You don't deserve it! I like the number one player in the human self-rescue conference room!"

"——But you can also become like Ming, right?"

"——The pendant will always explode on time... You can't possibly see the sun on the third day of the copy... You, a selfish student living in an ivory tower, absolutely, absolutely cannot become the ruler of everyone."

"——He is in a low-sanity state now, and he is staying with that tentacle again. We will drag him--as long as we can drag him crazy..."

The voices were overlapping, noisy, and varied.

Finally, he saw a pair of eyes. A pair of light-colored eyes that seem to encompass all things. It stared at him and smiled.

[Asa, I told you,

Sooner or later you will,

Toward the same ending of dying for the city-state. 】

…

He woke up suddenly.

The wall clock on the wall was ticking. He lifted the quilt and gasped. Sweat hung on his black hair and stuck to his face. He could hardly breathe.

In the upper right corner, the barrage was still arguing, and he turned off the live broadcast.

He sat in silence for a few minutes, closing his eyes.

"Boss Rabbit..." He said softly: "Boss Rabbit?"

With a "swish" sound, a cute pink and white rabbit appeared next to him with beautiful colored lights. As long as he calls it, it will always appear immediately.

"Dear number one player, you called me, what's the matter...?"

Before it finished speaking, it heard a "puff".

A fist hit its belly, and its soft belly sunk inwards.

"Come here." Su Mingan whispered, "Let me punch you."

His emotions were too obvious, this was a bad move, and he was already planning to turn back.

In this case - before he dies, let him test out what kind of [rules] will be triggered if he attacks the organizer's agent.

He could never prevent the death of others.

But he can at least control, or exploit, his own death... it's the only thing he can do.

As long as at the end, he makes his wish in front of the whole world. All rumors against him will be disproven. What he wanted to save was never the villains who spoke harshly, but the people who had shown kindness to him.

Before that,

Let him vent in this timeline that is destined to be abandoned by him.

…

No one sees him now.

He can cry.

…

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[My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. and I give them eternal life,]

【……】

[——No one can take them away from me. 】