MTL - First Player-Chapter 61 sixty

   Chapter 61 Chapter 61 "You want to become the hope of the city-state."

【underground tunnel】

   "Sigh!"

   Sweeping through the long tunnel, Su Mingan slashed the blasted iron gate with a sword and broke into the underground base.

   Hakuo had fled, leaving only a base that was about to collapse.

   Countless python-like wires connected a model of a girl. This is just a mechanical model, the girl has no face, it is an unfinished product.

  Su Mingan opened the diary in the cabinet, it should be written by Bai Xiong:

  …

  【New calendar year 98: Baicheng's fertility rate is getting lower and lower, but fortunately the plan went smoothly, she was born in the experiment... 】

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  【New Calendar Year 2, 12th: She communicated with me today. She wanted a name. I went to the ancient book library in the inner city specially and wanted to give her the best name. Noria. She loves the name I gave her]

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  【New Calendar Year 5, 19th: Damn it, my body can't hold it anymore... Every day I can feel my physical energy disappearing a little bit, I'm getting old. No, I still have time, I want to cultivate her...]

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  【New Year 5 Year 178: Today she was reprimanded for peeping at her—she dared to reprimand me! But it shows that she has social shame, which is good, but it shouldn't be on me. 】

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[New Year 7, 56: She has been in the glass house for seven years, but she looks good, she has learned the emotions and knowledge that a "human" should have, she begged me to let her out, she said She can't stand the loneliness day after day in the glass room... What's the loneliness, obviously I've been with you all the time! 】

  …

  【New Calendar Year 7, 201st: I am old, and now it is difficult for me to take every step... She is still waiting for me to make her perfect, I will persevere... even if it pays the price! 】

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   [New Year 9, 3rd: Was it me who kept a diary last time... I don't know, but it's probably me. The body seems to be aging a little faster, but that's okay, I have copied many, many "me"s, and "I" will always love her. 】

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  【New Year 9 Year 300: The new policy was very popular, and those pariahs who were starving to death soon sent their wives and daughters up for money, which is ironic. It is clear that there is still a way to survive, but he wants to cut off his last retreat. Maybe this is the inferiority and ignorance of human beings?

  —Not true.

  I...I'm obviously human too.

  Why would I write this.

  I...Am I also affected by the mechanical parts in my body?

   is wrong.

   is wrong.

   is wrong.

  …】

  …

The    handwriting kept repeating "wrong" frantically until the handwriting became more and more distorted, more and more skewed, and blood clots gradually formed. I don't know what the owner of the diary did.

  …

  【Not true.

  I…Am I still the original me?

   Am I "I", or a robot named "I"?

   I keep the memory of being a human being, constantly copying myself, but my mind...my brain...my everything is gradually replaced by mechanical parts...

  Everything I'm thinking about now - is it as a person, emotional love and devotion to her,

   Or... that was already engraved on the memory chip time and time again by the predecessor "I", and it was written a long time ago called the "Love Her" program?

   She will kill me, inherit the scepter of the Mother Goddess, and become the strongest and most tolerant ruler of this city.

   She will kill me, she will be me.

   She will walk with all of me in her arms and carry all of my love and ideals.

   She will tread on my corpse and ashes with the gentlest curse of my faith.

   She will become a complete agent without any prejudice and discrimination.

   She will spend her whole life striving for the future,

   I who passed away will be with me forever.

  —I have imprisoned her for ten years, will there be a day when I will be killed by my dear? 】

  …

  【Build your beating heart with machinery, and cut off my pure desire with death. 】

  【You are the sword of my dear Damocles, the prosperous chapter of my cycle. 】

  【—Noriya, my beloved Noria, I will push you to the glorious throne of White City. 】

  …

   "So it is." Su Mingan said to himself.

   The barrage was still confused, but he already understood it.

   "Baicheng is polluted, and people's fertility rate is getting lower and lower. Therefore, Baixiong used core energy to create Noria." Su Mingan thought:

   "Hakuoung cultivated Noria and wanted her to become the mother of reproduction, but in the end he fell in love with her, so Hakuho decided to abandon the original plan and let her become the ruler of Baicheng..."

   "Ding dong!"

  【Perfect clearance progress: 65%】

  …

  This should be the place where Hakuoung made Noria. The one on the stage was obviously an unfinished product, not the Noria that Hakuoung loved.

   Hakuo will come here every month. In order to accompany Noria, he will not bring the mechanical army. So, the last doubt is - where did Noria go?

   He had thought about being Alyssa, but Noria was an android who grew up in a glass room. Alyssa has a complete life, so it can't be Noria.

  Perhaps Hakuo escaped with Noria.

   "Noriya." Alyssa called this name: "She is so pitiful, she was born to be a reproduction machine. She was able to escape her fate because Bai Xiong liked her."

   "Then do you think she should become a reproduction machine?" Su Mingan said.

  Alisa was silent for a moment: "I think if Noria can honestly become a reproduction machine, so many people in the outer city will not be arrested at all, and I will not be handed over by my father. After all, she is a machine, not a human being.

   But, she also has the right to pursue freedom, so, I don’t know…”

   Her voice trembled.

   Although her expression was cold, she was still very scared.

  From childhood to adulthood, she has been instilled with the concept of "to be transformed", "to become a machine", and "to continue the next generation of Baicheng".

   She was like a great victim, like a commodity for selection, kept in a glass case.

  【—You have to wear a white wedding dress and comb your long hair like a doll, Sleeping Beauty, or a blooming white rose. 】

  【—You must be pure, beautiful, and submissive. You should not carry knives and guns, nor blood and fire. You must absolutely endure coveting, peeping, plundering, and malice from the outside world. 】

  【—You should not be unique, you must be used to waiting, patience, silence, and finally successfully selected and picked up. 】

  ... But no one told her how a free girl should live.

   They have suffered so much from generation to generation, just to achieve the absurd love of the leader?

  Why? She was angry.

   "If, I mean if, if one day, we really won peace, can I keep listening to you play the piano?" said Alyssa tremblingly.

   Her eyes are bright, and she yearns for peace.

"Maybe."

   "Will we win?" she asked.

   "Yes." Su Ming'an said, "It won't turn into a situation of...[Cannot be saved] again."

   He threw away the file, the paper flying like snowflakes.

  …

   It was raining heavily outside. In the early hours of the morning, it was extremely cold and the sky was very dark.

   As soon as he got to the surface, Su Mingan saw—hundreds of Baicheng residents standing in the torrential rain, like pieces of black dead wood.

   Baixiong instructed these residents before fleeing, and told them to stop Su Mingan. Most of the relatives of these residents were sent to the inner city for renovation, so there was no one around.

   Seeing that Su Mingan brought Alyssa up the passage, the residents were excited.

   "—You will be punished, the leader of the resistance army, your ambition is extremely ugly! We will always follow the leadership of Lord Baixiong! We will stop you here!" Someone shouted.

   "—Quick, everyone stop him!" Someone shouted.

  Su Mingan saw the ugliness in the eyes of this group of people, and he took a step forward.

"Residents, listen to me." Su Ming'an said: "Bai Xiong has no protection from the mechanical army today, this is the only chance to kill him. If you want to change the morbid fate of this city-state, let me go and kill Bai Xiong. Xiong. Your relatives will come back to you."

The    resistance army has already started a full-scale war. Bai Xiong can't escape to the inner city. He can only escape to the deserted suburbs and drag it to the mechanical army to destroy the resistance army.

  —So, Su Mingan is running for time.

   He must catch up with Baixiong and kill Baixiong in time, so that the mechanical army controlled by Baixiong can sleep. Otherwise, the rebels will suffer heavy casualties.

  —This is the best chance to overthrow the city-state, and the way to change destiny.

The    resistance army has gathered momentum to this day, just to start a full-scale war. Su Ming'an took over the burden of the leader Elaine and came to this most critical time.

"…what."

   sneered, especially crisp in the freezing rain.

"Why do you want to change? Isn't this good?" A man in gold and silver sneered, his face full of flesh and his cheeks bulging: "What is the use of relatives, of course, we are the most comfortable to enjoy ourselves, anyway, we are destined to have no descendants! "

   "—yes, we just want money, ham, and bread!"

   "—Stop this man and grab the girl behind him!"

   They have long understood that it is the same death, the rich will be buried in the priest's cemetery, and the poor will rot in the sewers. Even if they are 30 years old, they will die. The rich may commit suicide because of the pain, and the poor may die because they have no money to treat illnesses. The ashes are pulled out and sold to be married in a blink of an eye.

   So, since it's not dead yet - make them rich! As long as you have money, you can solve all problems! What honor, what philosophy... are not worth the word "rich"!

   Hearing these words, Alyssa raised her eyes in confusion.

  Su Ming'an's eyes were facing hers.

   In his eyes, there were some shocking emotions brewing.

   She stared back motionlessly, as if something strange was passing away from the tip of her heart.

  …Why do people become like this?

  Have they lost even the most basic affection?

   "Alyssa, the city is sick." Su Mingan said.

   - He can see desire in people's eyes.

   They shouted "Justice" and "City State", saying that they would destroy him, a bandit who dared to resist Baixiong.

   Is this so-called interest bound by blood kinship a great "sacrifice" or an extremely vile exile?

   The opportunity for a full-scale war for the resistance army so far, and the information about the assassination of Baixiong sent by Kanna and other lurkers who risked their lives, were not destroyed by the mechanical army - but were intercepted by these residents themselves.

   How ridiculous.

  These residents took the initiative to continue to be Baixiong's dogs.

   Slavery is rooted in their veins and spine, and numbness becomes a collar around their necks.

   "Girl, don't help this gangster!" Someone shouted at Alyssa, scolding Su Mingan as a gangster.

  Alyssa looked up, and the rain fell on her face.

   "No, I won't go back with you, I'm free." She said, "No one in the outer city is a resource. Those of you who play for the tiger will pay the price sooner or later."

   The next moment, before the residents formed an encirclement, Su Mingan grabbed her and rushed towards the outside world—

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the other side.

   Countless flames rushed into the inner city, and only the sonata of bullets and artillery fire remained in people's ears.

  The smell of blood and gunpowder smoke lingered for a long time. Human corpses and mechanically broken bodies overlapped and shattered, flooding a lot of red and blue blood.

   This road is the most difficult road for the rebels.

  After the withdrawal of the main force, the rebels quickly repaired, counted the ammunition and combatants, gathered the logistics personnel and the wounded, and decided to start a full-scale war.

   Hakuho is not here, this is the best time for the rebels to attack.

   "click--"

  The helicopter hovered in the wind and rain. The female reporter of the TV station opened the hatch to broadcast the current battle situation. The camera lens was aimed at the midnight lights below.

  “—evening bulletin, bringing you the latest news…”

   The young female reporter spoke at the camera.

   Her expression was a little frightened, her eyes were full of disbelief, as if she never expected that someone would dare to start a riot in Baicheng.

   Half of her body was soaked wet by the heavy rain. She hung in the cabin door and gestured for the camera to focus on the street below, where a black torrent of rebels was gathering.

   "At three o'clock in the morning today, the resistance army with a size of about a thousand people gathered in the Mogata Industrial Zone and led the crowd into the inner city.

  "—From here we can see that the bordering area of ​​the inner city has been occupied, street and storefronts have been smashed and looted, electricity facilities have been damaged, residential houses have been invaded, and many areas have started to catch fire.

   "White City has determined that this is a vicious incident - the residents led by the Eleven rebels, disobeying the current city-state welfare and system, decided to gather together to resist.

"A spokesman for the Peace Dove News Agency described the current situation as, [a free dance of the souls of the rebels]. The investor of the bionic group said, [this is a daring infighting against the laws of the city-state, against the people of Baicheng. will be suppressed.]

   "As of now, the vicious incident is still fermenting, and the rebels are calling on the residents around them to join the team. After the pressure army arrives at the scene in the inner town, the two sides may exchange fire and turn this unrest into a small war...

   "In the next few hours, White City TV will continue to provide you with coverage..."

   The trembling voice of the female reporter rang out in every household through the sound transmission device.

  The sound of gunfire was like thunder, awakening the sleeping residents, who turned on the TV sleepily, but got such terrifying news.

  —The rebels are attacking the inner city.

  People have long been immersed in the comfort of the city-state, and they never thought that there would be gunfire from inside the city-state.

   "Mom, why are there gunshots..."

   "Don't be afraid, it's just an accident... We just hid in the room, by tomorrow, everything will be fine..."

   This is a mother and daughter who locked the doors and windows, the girl hid in her mother's arms, the mother closed her eyes, and they were shaking.

   Gunshots rang out in the city.

   The gunfire of the rebels was a **** struggle against Baicheng, a provocation that put order and law underfoot.

  People's eyes are blood red, and they are wearing bulletproof vests, like hard black beetles, and the soles of their feet are stained with blood. During the heavy rain drifting, the gradually thin red color fell into a puddle, and a foot in a leather boot fell, and the blood and rain splashed together.

  Like a rebel army of black beetles, constantly flowing through the streets, they transported boxes of resource boxes onto trucks.

  Between the hazy fog and rain, the bright yellow truck headlights projected, like two sharp lightsabers penetrating the darkness and shining into the distant future.

The roar of    sounded, the truck started, and the "Black Beetles" sitting on the truck raised their firearms.

   "Boom boom boom!"

   The height of the headlights soars to the brightest, like two cold stars in the dark night.

   In the blood-red sight of the mechanical army,

  —The truck was galloping toward the inner city.

  …

   The rebels keep marching forward, wanting to change the dynasty and fight for freedom and equality.

   However, some residents of Baicheng, who have long been numb, are taking advantage of the chaos in the world to search for money.

   "—Quick! Quick! Take this safe too!"

   "Don't get in my way, don't get in my way!"

   "Mom, where are you, mom—"

   "A lot of banknotes, a lot of money! God, this is heaven! Lao Tzu is rich..."

  Most people lead a life of silence and despair. So-called resignation is deep-seated despair. Even behind the so-called games and entertainments of mankind lie a fixed, traditional, unconscious desperation.

  Crazy residents smashed the glass and looted the banknotes in the cabinet, their faces full of **** and hideousness.

  Seeing that the war has started, and the White City is about to fall. These residents of White City, who used to despise the rebels and pride themselves on being noble and righteous, have left their conscience and civilization before the money at their fingertips, and they are as ugly as beasts.

The most precious part of    "people" was trampled to pieces between the gunfire of karma and the green banknotes scattered like a heavy rain. They scrambled, cursed, fought, made noise...like a group of dancing monkeys, birds and beasts in clothes.

   Amidst the blazing gunfire, the vindicator in sheepskin raised his torch,

   In the name of "freedom" and "struggle", they pointed at the [robin that brings the dawn].

  …

  —and then a fire burned their own glorious lives.

   (end of this chapter)