MTL - First Player-Chapter 733 seven hundred and thirty one

   Chapter 733 Chapter 731 "Temperature."

   "Sir. The weapon resources in the dungeon are not sufficient. But Su Xiaobi is on our side."

   "Once we get the Dawn system, she will stop the defense of Doomsday City. And we will rush into the dungeon to release everyone, stab a sharp knife from the inside, and go straight into the inner city of Doomsday City."

   In order to distinguish counterfeit goods from Su Mingan. People began to call Su Ming'an "Sir" rather than "City Lord".

   "Yeah." Su Mingan nodded.

  He raised his head and looked around the crowd.

   He has been thinking, if the gods can "observe" this complex three-dimensional world, what is his viewing angle? He is looking down from a height and will be blocked by some barriers. Or is it like a program that knows every detail of the city-state?

   This is a very critical question, and Su Mingan has been testing it.

   He has discovered that the gods have perfect control over the interests, dispositions and behaviors of all NPCs, but they cannot detect everything about the players.

   If you want to fight against the gods, the "player" is the only break point.

   After completing the docking, Su Mingan walked out of the conference room. Dozens of sky cars flew obliquely toward the surface like a Milky Way. The sloping buildings are plated with a sense of cold technology.

  …and his shoulders slowly brushed past the flickering blue-purple mist, like wiping away the morning mist in the mountains.

   At this moment, he discovered that the specifications of this dungeon were very similar to the underground laboratory in the 72nd year of the cataclysm.

   "Grandpa, where are you going?" Noah followed him.

   "There are still two hours before the dinner time. I will do some preparations." Su Ming'an said: "I know in my heart, I will reserve time to change my dress."

   "Hmm..." Noah hummed.

   They were in tandem, casting long dark purple shadows on the wall.

  The style of prosperity and decay is unbridled in this dungeon, and you can see non-mainstream youth singing with electric guitars and dancers choosing dresses everywhere. The artistic cells of human beings have been suppressed for 71 years. Once they are out of control, art, music, dance... just like a volcanic eruption, gorgeous and full.

  Liberty is a priceless gift from God, and all the riches buried under the ground and in Haiti can’t be compared. The freedom hidden in the human bones cannot be eradicated by any ideological rule.

  If you have survival, you miss freedom, if you don’t have survival, you abandon freedom, and sometimes you abandon life for freedom. History has spiraled forward in the contradiction of repeated superposition and reduction, forming a civilization called human beings.

   "What do you want to say?" Su Mingan noticed that Noah had something to say.

  Noah has always acted resolutely and rarely looks so cautious. Noah brewed for a long time before saying:

"Are you tired?"

   "Huh?" Su Mingan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Noah to ask such a question. He stared at Noah's blue eyes for three seconds before turning his eyes: "Not tired."

   "...Afraid?" Noah said again.

   "Don't be afraid." Su Ming'an said.

  Why do the people around him always like to care about his mental state?

"It's strange." Noah blinked: "To be honest, I really want to see you scared, so that I can comfort you and tell you, go to rest when you are tired, and don't have to go to the place when you are afraid. Feast. But you won't give me a chance. You always make me feel… unreal. Like people in a painting."

   For some reason, Su Mingan made him feel... like a cold statue.

   Like the silent black cat on his shoulders.

   He heard the hum of an electric guitar, and the Razer danced in the air.

  Su Ming settled down.

  Noah's splendid blond hair is in the blue-purple fog, like the sun rising gradually between the clouds and fog, the people on the street are like faint shadows, giving people an unreal visual sense.

  …they just disappear at any moment.

  Su Mingan noticed that Noah was becoming more and more sentimental. Before he left, Noah had inexplicably sworn allegiance to him. Considering Noah's age, it should be that people like to sigh when they are old.

   A person whose favorability was forcibly raised to 100 by the person in power would have cared so much about people.

  “…”

  Su Mingan raised his hand and handed it to Noah.

   "What are you doing?" Noah said stunned.

   "Come on, shake hands." Su Ming'an said.

  Noah stretched out his hand incomprehensibly and held it with Su Ming'an's palm. Even the heat of Noah's palm was higher than others.

   "Is my hand warm?" Su Mingan said.

  Noah was a little dazed. He could sense the heat of Su Ming'an's palm, and subconsciously replied:

"Have."

   "Is oil painting warm?" Su Mingan said.

   "No." Noah replied.

   "Then what conclusion did you come to?" Su Mingan said.

  “…”

  Noah reacted quickly.

   It was like an electric light flashed through his mind, he just paused for a moment, and his sky blue eyes seemed to set off fireworks. He likes this concise way of communication, like interesting logical reasoning.

   "I understand." Noah let go of his hand: "Sorry, you are not an oil painting. You are right in front of my eyes."

"Um."

  Su Ming'an released his hand and silently ticked the "maintain NPC favorability" in the schedule. He's used to targeting different people with different strategies. It works every time.

   Except for the gods.

   “Zizzizi—”

  Ten minutes later, a building complex composed of blue-violet electric tubes appeared in front of us, like a Rubik's cube twisted into an irregular shape.

  Noel waited quietly at the door, wearing a white coat, and the surgical forceps in his hands glowed with a cold sheen.

  Su Mingan walked to Noel.

   "Here?" Noel put away the forceps.

  Su Mingan nodded.

  —Before going to the banquet, one of Su Ming'an's back-ups was to ask Nuoer to put some chip devices into his body.

   For example, a link device that can communicate instantly with the mysterious hacker "Team Mu" in places with sufficient signals.

Although this body is Su Ming'an's own in appearance, when he returns to the world of the main god, he will log out with the body of Akto, the city of measurement, which means that his original body will not be affected in any way - in other words, His current body is more similar to the "bionic body Su Mingan".

   So, get a makeover with this disposable body at no cost.

The only danger    is that Su Ming'an cannot rule out the possibility of Noel's reversal. There must be absolute caution in everything, the burden of the world is too heavy, and there can be no 0.1% probability of failure. If Nuoer really buried the trap, Su Mingan will also have a last resort.

   At this moment, Nuoer happened to see Noah behind Su Mingan.

   "Sure enough... it seems." Noel's eyes flickered like thorns for a moment. He and Noah are similar, they both have similar blonde hair and sky-sea blue eyes, their temperament is equally lively and detached, and even the pronunciation of their names is very similar. However, Noel is the player, but Noah is the commander of Doom City and one of the nine seats.

   "Grandpa, I still don't want you to go to the banquet." Noah didn't care about Noel's sight: "That fake city owner has suppressed everyone, even if you reveal your identity, you may be persecuted..."

  Su Mingan shook his head: "Go back and act tonight."

  Noah pursed his lips, did not persuade him any more, just stared at him like a golden retriever. Su Mingan turned around and prepared to enter the room.

   "—Sir! Wait a minute!"

  Suddenly, there was a sound of running in the distance. A flaxen-haired girl rushed over, wearing a neat military uniform and holding a milk-like lily in her arms.

   "Sir! The white lily cultivated in the flower room has bloomed. This is the first flower we have successfully cultivated, and I give it to you!" The girl raised the lily in her hand and held it to Su Mingan who was standing by the door.

  Su Mingan took the flowers.

  The flower of love, the flower of purity, the flower of blessing.

   Those who are blessed by lilies are usually favored by everyone, and at the same time can resist the temptation of the outside world, so as to remain unpolluted. People took the lead in cultivating Akto's favorite flowers for his liking.

   And in the ruined world, flowers symbolize spring.

  …It turns out that spring can also be born here.

   "Thank you." Su Mingan said.

  This is not a valuable flower, and it is a lot of 0.1 points in the world of the Lord God. But here, it symbolizes hope.

  The girl showed a shy smile.

   She is Sen Kelstia's granddaughter, Chun Kelstia. This year, she is sixteen years old. According to her age, she is still Che and Yueyue's older sister, doing odd jobs in the conservatory.

   After learning that the white lily opened, she ran all the way, and was the first to deliver it to Su Mingan.

   "Sir, we hope you can be happy when you see the colors of spring..." Chun said.

   "Thank you, I'm very happy." Su Mingan said.

   Chunxiang received great encouragement and bowed heavily until Su Mingan closed the door.

  “—Thank you! I wish you success!”

   "click" and the door closed. Noel washes his hands and puts on white gloves:

   "Su Ming'an, lie on the bed."

   There was a flat bed under the bright operating lamp. Su Mingan placed the lily on the table, and the iron frame made a harsh sound.

   He heard Noel's voice:

   "Su Ming'an, why do you think humans are humans, because their bodies have no mechanical parts?"

"Humans are human because they think they are human." Su Mingan lay on the bed and replied, "When a person's self-consciousness tells this person—\'You are human\'. Then no one can take away this Man seeks independent power."

   "Is that so?" Noel nodded and started to be a riddleman: "It seems that someone is really lucky..."

   The second half of his sentence was too low for Su Mingan to hear.

  The anesthetic penetrated into the skin, Su Mingan's senses were covered in mist, and he closed his eyes.

The blazing white light and the reflection of the scalpel shone in the room. Nuoer pursed his lips tightly and looked extremely focused. He looked at the black-haired young man lying on the operating table, and sewed foreign objects one after another into the operating table. The wounds on the body, the silk threads that are drawn are finely overlapped like spider webs.

   is not of human flesh, cold, heterogeneous, hard. Those fine metal sheets, nails, chips. Mosaic, connect, implant, sew them... Noel is like a painter, carefully smearing the colors of each plate, painting the white paper with bright colors, and stitching the broken blood in front of him little by little.

   is like perfecting a broken work of art, an incomplete statue.

  Noel noticed that Su Mingan seemed to regard his body as a cold tool, and because it could be repaired, he would not feel pain. Because it will go back to the beginning, there will be no fear.

The reason why Noel feels guilty about children is because he knows deeply in his heart that human beings are human because they act with human bodies, think with human bodies, feel and love with human bodies . When the material itself has changed, the thought will inevitably have a deviation. When a part of the body is replaced by a metal part, human beings will make mistakes in their own cognition.

  If possible, Noel hopes that his scalpel will never be used on teammates.

   Yet it was used, at the strong insistence of the other side.

   An hour later, when the lights dimmed, Noel threw the red-dyed gloves into the trash.

"Snapped."

   He snapped his fingers like a magician.

   "Okay, wake up."

   After a second, Su Mingan opened his eyes.

   He moved his body, but there was no hindrance.

   "Is there a problem?" Noel said.

   "No, it was very successful." Su Mingan said.

   He took off his blood-stained clothes, put on a white suit prepared in advance, and pushed the door open with a lily in his arms.

   "I wish you all the best, Su Ming'an, the enemy is a god." Noel warned.

   "I'm used to the fact that the enemy is a god." Su Mingan shook his head and stepped out—

   He suddenly heard the sound of rapid wind, and something heavy was hitting him.

   In an instant, his whole body shone with light, ready to move in space—

   But he forcibly stopped his actions. He saw what the weight was.

   "Boom!"

   A heavy ringing sound.

   A corpse fell in front of him.

  Her flaxen hair fluttered, her flaming pupils lost their luster, and half of her body was shattered by the impact of the fall, and a large amount of dark red blood and broken internal organs fell out—

   The strong wind blew up Su Ming'an's black hair and ruffled the lilies in his arms.

   (end of this chapter)