MTL - First Player-Chapter 738 seven hundred and thirty six

   Chapter 738 Chapter 736 · "Love?"

   All four limbs were restrained, and Su Mingan's consciousness was a little fuzzy.

   With a light "ding" sound, he felt numbness in his temples, the huge data was like a falling waterfall, suddenly began to impact his brain, and a cold electric current flowed into his limbs from the head.

   This feeling of death, he felt familiar, even a kind of home-like warmth.

   "A...sa."

   He heard a faint voice, someone was calling him.

   Immediately afterwards, sadness, despair, anger... as if all the negative emotions in the world hit him at once, twisted together like complicated silk threads.

   One person was crying at him, his face was blurred, followed by the second person, the third person...until the figures were endless, and the icy tears that flowed down converged into a big river.

   They stretched out their hands to him, as if to hug him tightly, as if to engulf him.

   is like... praying to "God" for help.

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  【"Please! Look at us! Look at us!"】

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  【"There's nothing left, why is this happening!!"】

  …

  【"Come back, Xiaobei is back..."】

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  【"Don't cry, I like you guys, smiling."】

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  【"I vaguely remember that before many simulations, my eyes were not so cold, and my attitude toward life was far less frivolous than it is now."]

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  【"But why should I carry so many dead souls?"]

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  【"But why let me see purgatory like this?"】

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  【“If I become the balance itself, with the world at one end and myself at the other, in one hundred thousand and one thousand ‘measurements’, will I turn the balance sideways in my direction?”]

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  【"Love...love is, what?"】

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  【"Asa-Actor!"】

  【"Asa-Actor!!"】

  【"The cataclysm of the century is all your fault! It's all your fault!"】

  …

   "Cough, cough, cough—!"

  Su Ming'an suddenly opened his eyes, his back was dripping with cold sweat.

   His limbs were still bound to the bed, only his head could barely turn, the anesthesia had faded, and he could clearly feel the rough touch of the straps rubbing against his wrists.

   He couldn't describe his resonance just now - despair for the future, deep loneliness, inescapable bondage... Various negative emotions of human beings weighed down on him like a cumulonimbus cloud.

  People's different eyes, sadness, despair, crying, and tears... flashed across his brain again and again.

   Such a strong emotional impact was far beyond the upper limit of what he could bear. His eyes were dizzy, his vision was like a stretched moonlight, only cold and dazzling white remained, and his fingers trembled unconsciously.

   felt the fabric on his chest, as if someone had put a coat on his trembling body.

   "The first resonance is over, is it cold?"

   A voice came from his ear.

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

  A black-haired young man sat beside the bed, his dark gray eyes seemed to be stained with a slight firelight, he was wearing a silver-gray vest, and his coat had been taken off. A dizzying mess of data flowed around him, like the white flowers surrounding him.

  —Asa Aktor has the quality of making everything around him gentle and beautiful. Even the inorganic data flow is like a flower around him.

   "Is it cold?" Akto asked again, his deep eyes seemed to fall into the sunlight, as if the sunlight had been crushed into powder and sprinkled into his pupils.

   Seeing this person, Su Mingan almost thought that the original Akto had returned. In his impression, the original Dr. Akto was such a calm, gentle scholar with great love in his heart, with a caring tone.

   But the looming red in Aktor's eyes reminded him that this is the **** of the cub.

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

"Synchronization, resonance, improve your acceptance of me. You can rest assured, I will step by step, each resonance will only last for a short time, and will not damage your brain. If it can invade your body, for me, Far more interesting than invading the ruined world." Akto said: "This is the first time, we still have a long time."

   "Invade me, you will regret it." Su Mingan said.

   "That won't happen." Akto said: "Player number one... If you can lead your billion humans, it will be ten times more interesting than leading the 100 million humans in the ruined world."

  Su Ming'an's breathing slowed down slightly.

   He seems to... understand what the ultimate purpose of the gods is.

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

  —God is the npc of the ninth world, and actually wants to replace the first player? This is different from Su Rin's situation. Su Rin was pulled out, but the gods actively wanted to plunder the player's identity and completely replace Su Mingan.

   "If I promise, I can help you complete all the levels in the future?" The **** seems to know the world game very well: "Can you give me your body? Look, you are so tired, so bitter..."

   "Impossible." Su Mingan immediately refused. He knew that the gods were very powerful, but how could he believe the words of the invaders.

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

   "I know, you have the power of being in power." The **** said: "But what I want is your status as the number one player, not a marginal person like Su Rin."

   "The first player is not an interesting identity." Su Ming'an said.

   This position, whoever takes a fancy to it, is unlucky. Whoever approaches, whoever is more unlucky. Whoever sits on it unavoidably will suffer from blood mold for eight lifetimes.

   Just by looking at the audience who are still laughing in the live broadcast room, they know that these audiences are much worse than the human beings in the ruined world. Few people will respect the so-called first player as much as they respect Akto. It is not uncommon to see entertainment phenomena such as star chasing, comparison, writing, illness, crazy Thursday, and forbidden passwords.

   "Um..." The **** was silent for a while, then avoided the topic.

   "You are very wary of me, is it because of my poor hospitality?" The **** stopped talking about the 'first player' and turned to the door and said, "Xiao Ke, bring a glass of strawberry juice."

  Su Mingan turned his head to the side, he finally saw the whole picture of the house. 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, revealing a delicate retro style.

  There are many glass hanging cabinets on the wall, which contain the red cape of the Beacon Shelter, the team emblem, and even the mechanical design drawings that Su Mingan has drawn by himself over the past 40 years. It's like stepping back into that long history.

  Maybe the gods were very obsessed with "playing Akto" and preserved all of Akto's objects for 40 years.

   There is an ice-white machine beside the bed, and several wires are connected to Su Ming'an's temple, which is probably the "emotional resonance device".

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

  Su Ming'an didn't move.

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

  Su Ming'an said, "No, I don't like strawberry juice."

   "Really?" Akto said regretfully: "I only knew at the dinner that you don't drink alcohol. So I went to the plantation in the City of God to get strawberries and wanted to give you something else to drink."

  ...Su Mingan remembered that Lin Guang had said that there were many strawberries planted in the City of God. As a result, these strawberries are all cheap gods.

Arctor put the cup aside and suddenly said: "Do you think the soul will age? If there is a person who has spent a long time in a world and has been disabled for a long time, when he returns to his body, Does he forget how to breathe, how to stand?"

   "I don't know." Su Mingan said.

  Actor pondered for a moment, the firelight beating in his eyes, with a layer of honey-like color:

"There is a scientific theory that human beings cannot live forever, whether he is transformed into an immortal machine or replaced with immortal internal organs, he will eventually die. Because his mind is 'lived', when the mind has a lifespan Exhausted, no matter how many years of life his body has left, his soul will completely die out.

   How many lives can a person's brain hold? How much emotion can you absorb? If these memories and feelings that do not belong to him exceed his load, will he achieve death that cannot be resurrected? When man feels lethally alone, does it mean his soul has reached its expiration date?

  —Our physical body will gradually age, and the decaying body will cause each of us to die in a hundred years. So, are such rules protecting us from becoming the walking dead in immortal flesh? "

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

   The mottled firelight sprinkled on his profile, blurring the edges of his cheeks.

   "You are talking about this with a 19-year-old young man, hoping to get a naive answer?" Su Mingan said.

"I'm just... curious, why are you... next year will only be nineteen years old, and your sense of mental resistance will be so strong." Akto said here, his eyes flashed thinking: "Also, seeing some human struggles, I One wonders why death can't separate their feelings, is it because their souls haven't reached their expiration date?"

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

   He didn't expect that Akto's eyes rolled, he suddenly leaned over to him, and said softly:

   "...not dripping is extremely unpleasant?"

  Su Mingan was startled.

  …what is this talking about?

   He glanced at Aktor's eyes, which seemed to be serious.

  …God, why did you suddenly turn from the huge topic of human philosophy to earthy lyrics? I don't know which Dragon Kingdom player instilled such lyrics to the gods.

  Actor 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."

  Actor's brain circuit made the audience stunned. The live room is full of question marks.

   "Is there any inevitable connection between marriage and allies?" Su Mingan was also puzzled. They can't be allies, their positions are completely opposite.

   "I like to read history books. The books say that if the two countries want to maintain a stable relationship, the royal family will marry each other. I think this method may be useful for you." Aktoth thought.

  Su Ming'an didn't expect...Gods have a natural and dumb side. I thought they were all-knowing and omnipotent, but I didn't expect to have such a mess of knowledge reserves.

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

   "No." Su Ming'an said. The **** is a guy with a very bad character. If he asks, he will be led into a ditch.

   "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..."

   "Finally can't stand it anymore?" Akto showed an expected smile and leaned forward: "Ask, I'll answer you according to your mood."

   He was very curious about what kind of questions Su Mingan would ask. Whether it is his plan, the strength of his Uyghur army, or the truth of the dawn system... Of course, he will not answer any of these questions. He's just funny, like a cat.

  Su Mingan raised his eyelids and met his gaze.

  Actor's eyes were full of anticipation.

   "Do you really like white hair?" Su Mingan asked.

  Actor froze.

   "...that's the question you're asking?" he squeezed the words out of his teeth.

   "There have been more and more white hairs in the inner city these years. You are so strict that you didn't stop this absurd situation. I guess you must like it..." Su Mingan said.

  Actor's smile disappeared.

   "Ah, I was told." Su Ming'an said.

  Actor's face was solemn.

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   "Ding dong!"

  【npc(?) favorability: 60 points + 10 points! (Friendship line)]

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   "Warning! Unrest in the inner city! Coordinates..."

"warn…"

   A siren suddenly sounded outside the door, and Akto frowned slightly. Stand up: "I'll come back to you later."

   An electric current came, and Su Mingan closed his eyes, as if he fell into a coma again. No one saw his fingers move slightly, and invisible threads appeared around him.

   "Su Rin." He whispered.

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   "Cough, cough, cough..."

   Amidst the ruins, Lin Guang choked a tall mercenary by the throat.

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

   Not a single one is left.

"You devil, we won't let you go... We saved those children, and no one will suffer from your persecution..." The mercenary scolded, out of breath: "And those paintings - they deserve to be burned Drop it! How dare you curse the city lord with those paintings!"

  Linguang stared at him coldly.

   "I... no, who to curse." Lin Guang said: "I'm just missing friends and feeling love."

"Love?"

  The mercenary seemed to have heard something very unbelievable, scolding and laughing: "Ling Guang - you are a devil! You are a bastard! No one will miss a guy like you, you are also worthy of love..."

  The surroundings were quiet for a moment.

   "click".

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

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

   "Lin Guang... Ha, ha ha ha... Lin Guang!"

   The mercenary screamed for the last time, his eyes were full of mockery, and he struggled to breathe.

  Lingguang stood among the ruins, walking forward one step at a time, the bandages were torn open in many ways, and the blood stained his robes.

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, and his eyes were like broken foam in the depths of the sea.

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

   He put down the gun.

   The cold winter in front of me is freezing to the bone, as if it will never end.

  “…”

"…Love?"

   (end of this chapter)