MTL - First Player-Chapter 749 seven hundred and forty seven

   Chapter 749 Chapter 747 "White Feather."

  —Do you believe that people can unswervingly adhere to their beliefs throughout their lives, from the beginning to the end?

   This is a question that Su Mingan has read in philosophy books.

   His thinking at the time was that only great men could. Only the kind of great man who is indomitable, highly capable, both fraternity and wisdom can always keep his faith unshakable.

However, in this world, he changed his mind. In this long and short journey, he saw too many such "great men" - some of them are just young people with little experience, and some of them have been decadent and wasted For most of their lives, some even used "fanatic love" as a mask to love madly for a lifetime, and some were even regarded as lackeys and traitors, but they implemented their beliefs to the last moment of their lives.

The    brilliance flowed, the ring of time on the right finger shimmered, and the name "Yaowen" was engraved on its gems, like ground gem powder.

   It is juxtaposed with the other two names of "Tretia, Su Xiaobi", and the font is extremely small, as if there is enough space.

  —will one day this ring be filled with names?

   "Crash-"

   The snow-white space shattered, and Su Mingan returned to the corridor full of blood. The place is still full of traces of fighting, with craters and mechanical wreckage everywhere, and corpses can be encountered within a few steps.

  The sound of people fighting is like a sharp sword, colliding day and night in the rainstorm. Yaowen's body was handed over to a soldier by Su Mingan for safekeeping. Soldiers saluted him, saying that the body would be taken to safety.

  Su Mingan stepped through the knee-length rain.

  “Wow—”

  The cold wind blew his black hair, he smashed the glass of the tall building, jumped down from the sky, and jumped in the night with the help of the scattered tall buildings, like a goshawk in the dark night.

  The rain washed down his cheeks, reflecting a little crimson at the end of his eyes. He rushed towards him quickly, his dark pupils reflecting the towering buildings like twin stars in the distance.

  He is going somewhere.

   The deceased is gone.

   He wanted to try his best to... catch something that wasn't gone.

  …

   "Puff."

   "Puff."

   It was like an ice-white heavy rain, and the fluttering white feathers were like scattered neon lights, tearing the cracks of the night.

   In the center of the room, the blood-red heart of the Dawn system was bulging all the time. The scarlet hose stretched and danced, constantly stabbing the hundreds of white birds who were struggling to resist, dyeing their white bodies red.

   "Shhhhhh-"

   The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, birds fell, and hundreds of white bird corpses lay on the ground, like a purgatory on earth.

  The remaining white birds flew, charged, fearlessly, and in the same posture—protecting the blond young man in the center, bruised and bruised for him, and sacrificed their lives for him, burning in the air like clusters of bright flames.

   In their eyes, the blond youth is their leader, a mythical phoenix.

At this moment, the blond youth had fallen to the ground, enduring the painful emotional resonance, his left arm was pierced by the hose, exposing the pale bones, and his legs were covered with hundreds of bruises. He had been severely injured by the scarlet hose and could not stand— But the watch on his wrist has been sticking firmly to the dawn system, even if his arm is injured like a bright red burning stick, he has not put it down.

   His mind was full of fragmented pictures, his sky-sea pupils were covered with a misty white shadow, and the long and violent emotional resonance made Noah almost forget who he was. There was only one obsession in his mind—

   Can't let go.

   cannot die.

   Persevere as long as you can, no matter how painful it is or on the verge of collapse.

  “…”

   seemed to have fallen into a black and red vortex, with various emotional resonance image fragments flashing in front of his eyes, and thousands of sharp voices tormented his brain.

   A touch of bright red emerged from his pupils, and at this moment, he actually heard the voice of the gods:

   "The resonance is already very high."

   "You can rest now, Noah, leave your body to me, stop insisting, it's pointless."

  Noah's pupils trembled, and he still held his blood-stained arm high, sticking to the dawn system, not letting go.

   "Don't… think about it," he said intermittently.

   The gods actually wanted to invade him at this time, it was impossible, he would not give the gods a chance to confuse him.

   God's voice chuckled lightly in his ear, and he didn't speak.

   At this moment, a slight "ding dong" sound came, which represented that Su Ming'an successfully took over the central control room.

  Noah's hand fell slowly, and the whole person collapsed to the ground weakly. His task was finally accomplished.

  White feathers fell on his face, light and fluttering, as if to cast a white coffin for him to sleep in. The number of white birds had shrunk by four-fifths, they could no longer protect him, and countless scarlet hoses were gradually crawling towards him.

  Noah was lying on the ground, like a golden red Veldun flag, the bright red blood was more dazzling than his golden hair.

   He stared blankly at the dazzling ceiling, his fingers curled up unconsciously—he now has a very high degree of resonance, and he may become the object of possession of the gods at any time. For now, suicide is the best choice.

   Before coming here, he was indeed prepared to sacrifice.

   However, just before he raised his hand with great effort and planned to commit suicide, he quickly realized that he actually felt reluctant to part with this world.

   He didn't want to kill himself, and he didn't want to die here alone.

   Are you afraid of the dark?

Is    afraid of pain?

Is    the fear of death?

   seems not to be.

   He wanted to see someone for the last time.

   He still has too many things to do.

   I was unable to spend a peaceful day with that person.

   was not able to listen to that person's full piano solo.

   couldn't hear that person say "please stop calling me grandpa".

   He failed to... enter the spring that he most longed for.

   He didn't want to accept this cold ending.

   "Noah, why are you so selfish, how can you be afraid of death?"

   This is the voice he heard from his own mouth, but the desire to survive is like a madly growing weed, he doesn't want to die here alone, it's too cold, too lonely.

"grandfather."

  's crazy desire to survive kept him sane. He suddenly started shouting.

   Although he knew that even if he kept shouting, there is a high probability that Grandpa would not come. It is too dangerous here. What's more, the iron gate was sealed by himself.

   He just… doesn’t want to give up love.

  When people have "love", they can explode with infinite power. In the news, a thin woman was able to lift a heavy truck in order to save her child.

  Because he perceives the emotion called "love" in his heart, he miraculously still maintains a certain amount of thinking in the collapsed rationality.

   He opened his eyes and stretched out his hand towards the iron gate that had been sealed.

   "Master, Master." He opened his mouth and called out.

   But the room was empty except for him, and no one could reply to him.

  The iron door was cold, and there was nothing outside except the sound of the mechanical army beating on the metal.

  Like a worm without legs, Noah crawled forward little by little, the blood became the secreted action fluid, he crawled, leaving a long blood-colored trail on the ice-white ground.

   The scattered white feathers were like a thick carpet of blood, and blood gushed from his mouth.

  …

   [If I knew you could come back by calling Grandpa, I would call Grandpa every day, Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa—]

"grandfather."

   He was crawling, his own voice echoing in the room.

   God's slight sigh sounded in his ears, and he didn't seem to say any more sarcastic words.

   "Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa..." There were tears in his voice.

  【I'm afraid that one day I won't call you grandpa, and you will disappear! 】

  【Grandpa, don’t jump off the edge of the world, let’s go together, okay? 】

  …

   has reached the limit.

   Whether it is brain, physical strength, blood loss, resonance, he has reached the limit. He abruptly completed the impossible task, and under the precise calculation of the gods, he was dragged to the level of "above his own limit".

   In front of him is a dreamy reminiscence light and shadow.

"grandfather."

  【Grandpa, shall we go to the bird show, grandpa…】

  【Grandpa, if you don’t know how to play an instrument, I can teach you, as long as you usually talk to me, grandpa…】

【grandfather,】

【grandfather…】

  …

   At this moment, the sound of flapping wings in his ears suddenly disappeared.

  A white bird covered in blood suddenly landed in front of his eyes with a bang, its blood spattered to the tip of his nose with a warm touch. It is the last surviving white bird.

It gave him a hoarse cry, and with a flap of its red wings, it brushed against his equally blood-stained blond hair, as if trying to stroke him, but the intimacy in its eyes quickly faded, and before he could stretch it out. When it started, it was silent.

   The white birds are all dead, and the scarlet hose kills them.

  Under the dome, blazing white lights flickered. It's quiet all around.

   Those scarlet hoses did not pierce Noah's body, but stopped in place and let him climb towards the iron gate, as if the gods were respecting his last efforts.

  “…”

   In fact, he didn't know where he wanted to climb. Beyond the iron gate, it was the cold mechanical army; the farther place was the eternal night; the farther place, besides the eternal night, was the eternal night.

   Even if one cage is out, people in the two-dimensional world are still trapped in another cage, and the sun and rain are extremely far away from him.

   It's just that he doesn't want to lie on the cold floor like a corpse. He has to try his best to fly forward, even if he just drags his heavy body to the ground.

"grandfather."

   He continued to call out intermittently.

  Those who are bound in a two-dimensional world will never have a future.

   But he thought, if the sunflower saw the sun, how could it not grow in its direction? If a moth sees a light, how can it be blind to it?

He has never changed this funny "Grandpa" name, just because he is afraid of seeing a nightmare coming, he is extremely afraid of losing the people around him, so he is so afraid - he chooses to ignore his reason and deceive himself with a ridiculous reason, thinking that as long as he is called by this name, Grandpa will not leave.

  —but, God.

   He suddenly wanted to pray to God.

  —If there really is a **** who blesses the ruined world in this world, can you give him a chance at the end?

  —Although he has always been an ungodly believer, can a person who has never had a past or a future and is extremely short-lived get a trace of favor from the legendary gods?

  —If he was doomed to see the spring day, let him on the last night of winter... see the one who can bring spring back?

  …

   "Boom!"

  Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the iron gate.

  Noah fell to the ground, his consciousness already blurred.

   An S-shaped blood line dragged out from behind him, and he abruptly climbed from the central dawn system for a full thirty meters to the edge of the iron gate, his legs soaked in blood.

   So much so that he didn't even know someone was coming when there was a crackling sound outside the iron gate.

   But soon, another sound.

   followed by a second sound.

   "Boom!"

   "Boom!"

   It was like the sound of crackling fireworks, and there was a sound like knocking over popcorn at the door.

   "Boom-Boom-!!"

The sound of the mechanical army outside the door gradually disappeared, and what followed was a violent space shattering. It was made of lines, linked by scattered puzzle pieces into a large hole, and the entire metal door was cracked to both sides in the vibration—

   Finally, under the swaying warm light, a hole shook open from the iron gate.

  A black-haired young man stepped on the metal shards and walked over covered in rain and blood.

  Noah raised his head slowly, his eyes trembling and chasing after the young man, the black-haired young man who was soaked all over broke the door, swung his sword, rushed forward, cut off the blood-red hose, and ran towards him a few steps.

   The sight of their meeting seemed to be blocked by the fluttering white feathers. At this moment, Noah seemed to be blocked from all vision, except for the young man who came over, he couldn't see anything.

The next moment, the light outside the door was blocked by shadows. Su Mingan stood in front of Noah, squatted down, hugged him lying on the ground, and closed Noah's with sticky hands full of blue blood. The back of the head, shoulders and neck meet.

   "...Grandpa?" Noah whispered, and he was embraced in a smoke-filled embrace, as if stepping into a spring day in an instant.

  Hug is the most beautiful word in language.

  When the souls embrace each other, the temperature and the temperature are close to each other, just like a stream merges into another stream, it can get all-encompassing tolerance and satisfaction.

   (end of this chapter)