First Player

Chapter 738 Chapter 736

Chapter 738 Chapter 736·"Love?"

Su Mingan's consciousness was a little blurry.

With a soft "ding" sound, he felt his temples go numb. The huge data suddenly began to impact his brain like a falling waterfall, and a cold current flowed from his head into his limbs.

This feeling of death felt familiar to him, and even felt like home.

Grief, despair, anger...it was as if all the negative emotions in the world came at him at once, twisting together like complicated threads.

“Cough, cough, cough, cough—!”

Su Mingan opened his eyes suddenly, cold sweat dripping down his back.

His limbs were still bound to the bed, and only his head could barely move.

It was difficult for him to describe the resonance he had just felt - despair about the future, deep loneliness, inescapable bondage... Various negative human emotions were pressing on him like cumulonimbus clouds.

There was a touch of fabric on his chest, as if someone had put a coat on his trembling body.

"The first resonance is over, are you cold?"

A voice came to my ears.

Su Mingan turned his head and quickly calmed down, but his breathing was still rapid.

A young man with black hair sat beside the bed, his dark gray eyes seemed to be stained with a slight flicker of firelight, and he was wearing a silver-gray vest. Miscellaneous data flows around him, like white flowers surrounding him.

——Asa Akto has the quality to make everything around him gentle and beautiful. Even the inorganic data flow was like flowers around him.

"Is it cold?" Akto asked again, his deep eyes shining like sunlight.

Seeing this man, Su Mingan almost thought that the original Akto was back. In his impression, the original Dr. Akto was such a calm, gentle scholar with great love in his heart.

But the looming red in Akto's eyes reminded him that this was the cub god.

"What did you just do?" Su Mingan said.

"Synchrony, resonance, improve your acceptance of me. Don't worry, I will do it step by step. Each resonance will only last for a short while and will not damage your brain. If I can invade your body, for me, It's far more interesting than invading the ruined world." Akto said: "This is the first time, we still have a long time."

"You will regret invading me." Su Mingan said.

"That's not possible." Akto said: "Player No. 1...if he could lead one billion of your humans, it would be ten times more interesting than commanding the 100 million humans in the ruined world."

Su Mingan's breathing slowed down slightly.

He seemed to...understand what the ultimate goal of the gods was.

"You originally wanted to...become a player?"

"What if I promise that I can help you pass all the levels perfectly in the future?" God seems to know the world's games very well: "Can you give your body to me? Look, you are so tired and suffering..."

"Impossible." Su Mingan immediately refused. He knew that gods were powerful, but how could he believe what the intruder said.

"If you want to become a player, I have another way." Su Mingan said.

"I know that you have the skills of being in power." The god said, "But what I want is for you to be the number one player, not to become a marginalized person like Su Lin."

"The number one player is not an interesting position." Su Mingan said.

Whoever likes this position will be unlucky. Whoever gets closer will be more unlucky. Anyone who inevitably sits on it will be in trouble for eight lifetimes.

Just looking at the audience who are still laughing in the live broadcast room, we know that these viewers are much worse than the humans in the ruined world. Very few people will respect the so-called number one player the way they respect Akto. Entertainment phenomena such as star-chasing, comparison, losing money, getting sick, crazy Thursdays, forbidden passwords, etc. are common.

"Well..." The god was silent for a while and avoided the topic.

"You are very wary of me. Is it because I didn't entertain you well?" God stopped mentioning the topic of 'Player 1' and turned back to the door and said, "Xiao Ke, bring me a glass of strawberry juice."

Su Mingan turned his head and finally saw the whole house clearly. An old-fashioned calendar hangs on the wall, and there is an old-fashioned gramophone not far from the door. A touch of rosin floats in the air, exuding an exquisite retro style.

There are many glass hanging cabinets placed on the wall, which contain the red cape and team emblem of Fenghuo Sanctuary, and even the mechanical design drawings that Su Mingan has drawn by himself over the past 40 years. It makes people feel like they have returned to that long history.

A blond woman walked in, holding a glass of strawberry juice. Akto took the cup and handed it to Su Mingan.

Su Mingan didn't move.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot that you can't move." Akto said, "I'll help you with a spoon..."

"No, I don't like strawberry juice."

"Really?" Akto said regretfully: "I didn't know until the dinner that you didn't drink either. So I went to the plantation in the City of Gods to get strawberries and wanted to give you something else to drink."

...Su Mingan remembered that Lin Guang had said that many strawberries were grown in the City of Gods. As a result, these strawberries were all cheap to the gods.

Akto put the cup aside and suddenly said: "Do you think the soul will age? If a person spends a long time in a world and is disabled for a long time, when he returns to his body, Will he forget how to breathe, how to stand?"

"I don't know." Su Mingan said.

Akto pondered for a moment, and the firelight danced in his eyes, glowing with a honey-like color:

"There is a scientific theory that human beings cannot live forever. No matter whether he is transformed into an immortal machine or has immortal internal organs replaced, he will eventually die. Because his thoughts have a 'life span'. When the thoughts have a life span, When it is exhausted, no matter how many years of life his body has left, his soul will completely die.

How many lives can a person's brain hold? How much emotion can it absorb? If these memories and feelings that do not belong to him exceed his load, will he die without being able to be resurrected? When a human feels deathly loneliness, does it mean that his soul has reached its shelf life?

——Our bodies will gradually age, and the decaying bodies will cause each of us to die within a hundred years. So, does this rule protect us from being reduced to the walking dead in our immortal bodies? "

When Akto said this, there was misty sadness in his eyes.

"Are you talking to a 19-year-old about this, hoping to get a childish answer?" Su Mingan said.

"I'm just...curious, why...you are only nineteen years old, but your sense of mental resistance is so strong." When Akto said this, thoughts flashed in his eyes: "Furthermore, I saw some human struggles. , I would be curious, why can’t death separate their feelings?”

"Because human beings must love each other even if they die." Su Mingan said.

He didn't expect Akto's eyes to roll, and he suddenly leaned close to him and said softly:

"...Isn't it extremely unpleasant if you don't feel wet?"

Su Mingan was startled.

...What is this talking about?

He glanced at Akto's eyes, which seemed serious.

...God, why did you suddenly switch from the vast topics of human philosophy to earthy lyrics? I don’t know which Dragon Kingdom player instilled such lyrics into the gods.

Akto stared at Su Mingan and suddenly said:

"It's a pity that I don't have a daughter or son. Otherwise, if I marry you, we might become allies."

The audience was stunned by Akto's thinking. The live broadcast room was filled with question marks.

"Is there any inevitable connection between marriage and alliance?" Su Mingan was also puzzled.

"I like to read history books. The books say that in order to maintain stable relations between the two countries, the royal families will marry. I think this method may be useful to you." Akto thought.

Su Ming'an didn't expect...gods also have a naturally stupid side. I originally thought that gods were omniscient and omnipotent, but I didn't expect that they would have such a messy knowledge reserve.

"I've been the one talking all this time. Don't you have anything to ask me?" Akto said.

"No."

"Really?" Akto looked regretful.

Su Mingan thought for a moment and said, "Actually, there is still a very serious question. I have always been curious..."

"Can you finally bear it?" Akto showed an expected smile and leaned forward: "Ask, I will answer you according to my mood."

He was curious about what kind of questions Su Mingan would ask. Whether it was his plan, the strength of his Wei army, or the truth about the Dawn System... Of course, he would not answer any of these questions. He was just teasing, like a cat.

Su Mingan raised her eyelids and looked directly at him.

Akto's eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Do you really like Bai Mao?" Su Mingan asked.

Akto's expression froze.

"...Is this the question you want to ask?" He squeezed out the words between his teeth.

"There have been more and more gray hairs in the inner city in recent years. You, despite your harsh methods, didn't stop this absurd situation. I guess you must like it..." Su Mingan said.

Akto's smile disappeared.

"Ah, I was right." Su Mingan said.

Akto's face was solemn.

…

"Ding dong!"

[NPC (?) Favorability: Friendship Line)]

…

"Warning! There is unrest in the inner city! The coordinates..."

"warn……"

An alarm suddenly sounded outside the door, and Akto frowned slightly. Standing up: "I'll come back to you later."

A burst of electricity came, and Su Mingan closed his eyes, as if falling into coma again. No one saw his fingers move slightly, and invisible threads appeared around him.

"Su Lin." He whispered.

…

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Among the ruins, Lin Guang strangled a tall mercenary by the throat.

The fire has been extinguished, and the hall on the first floor has been reduced to four smoky gray walls. Those beautiful photos and paintings have completely disappeared.

Not a single one was left.

"You devil, we will not let you go... We have saved those children, and no one will suffer from your persecution again..." the mercenary cursed, out of breath: "And those paintings - You deserve to be burned! How dare you curse the city lord with those paintings!"

Lin Guang stared at him coldly.

"I... didn't curse anyone." Lin Guang said, "I just miss my friends and feel love."

"like?"

The mercenary seemed to have heard something incredible. He scolded and laughed at the same time: "Lin Guang - you are a devil! You are a bastard! No one will miss a guy like you, and you deserve to be loved..."

It was quiet for a moment.

"Click" sound.

Lin Guang broke off the mercenary's thigh, and blood spilled out. In an instant, a piercing scream pierced the sky.

"You will die countless times more tragically than me, a devil like you..."

"Linguang...ha, hahaha...Linguang!"

The mercenary screamed one last time, his eyes full of mockery, and struggled to die.

Lin Guang stood among the ruins, walking forward step by step. The bandages were torn in many places and his clothes were dyed red with blood.

The pistol twirled in his hand for a moment, and he pointed the muzzle at his temple.

"..."

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

His fingers trembled as he pulled the trigger, his eyes like broken foam deep in the sea.

Suddenly, a green mantis jumped out of his pocket and strangled his fingers.