MTL - First Player-Chapter 759 seven hundred and fifty-eight

   Chapter 759 Chapter 758 · "Pioneer Immortal (5 (Silverepic leader plus 2k)

  【Someone arrogantly prays for immortality,】

   [However, his life has been melted into the lives of others. 】

  【I only vaguely remember that before many simulations, my eyes didn't seem so cold, and my attitude towards life was far less frivolous than it is now. 】

  【…】

  【—But why make me carry so many undead? 】

  【—but why make me see purgatory like this? 】

  【I will bury the people who follow me in a country buried by ice and snow. 】

  【This is the land where they were born and raised. 】

  …

  The 292nd day of the war.

  You step by step to complete other tasks for humans to step into [two-dimensional], and set up some special programs.

  Day and night are constantly changing in the cycle of time, and you are walking alone between death.

  “…”

   On the battlefield where the flags are flying, you look up and see the endless wildfires. People's wailing and calls for help fill your ears and fill your chest. You feel unspeakably bitter.

  It turns out that the disappearance of life is only a momentary thing. It disappeared in a flash, and it was not as tactful and sentimental as it was written in the epic.

  It turns out that you can really witness the death of tens of millions of people.

  It turns out that when you kill the enemy, you don't feel refreshed, but heavy and frightened.

   "Save, save me..."

   "You are the embodiment of the will of the world, please save us..."

   "Actor... Lord Akto..."

  The color of blood peeks out from behind the gauze, you stand among the wounded, watching their lives pass, the cry for help in your ears is bulging and noisy, and you can't hear any laughter.

   Staring at the gray and white wall, at this moment you suddenly want to escape.

   You can actually ignore them, or you can turn on the dawn system without your own life.

   You still have a chance to escape.

   When you hesitated, a child slowly raised his head, his skin was surrounded by blood-colored gauze, leaving only a pair of dark eyes, looking at you.

   "...God, my lord." He called you like this, even though his arms were cut off, he still rubbed against his young body, crawling towards you like a dying worm.

   "pat". The black and white family portrait fell from the child's pocket.

   is like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

  You remembered the little soldier who died in front of your eyes a long time ago.

   Then you think of Yue, Qi, and Tretia. Reminds me of the dawn system poured by your life. Reminds me of the black and white tombstone and candy jar.

  The bronze pocket watch with the gold chain trembled slightly around your waist, making a "clicking" sound, and you lowered your eyes.

   "It's over."

   You are talking to yourself, your throat is choked, your hands are clenched into fists, and you are slowly knocking on your heart,

   "I can't escape..."

  …

  304 days after the catastrophe, a girl with green eyes was brought to you, her name is Dong Anan. Her whole body was bound, but her eyes were extremely tense.

   She is a good experimental subject, a commoner girl. As to why she was reduced to being an experiment, you don't care.

   You find that she has been very quiet, even though you have operated a very painful mechanical inspection, she has never said a word.

   "You never seem to ask me questions. For example, why am I experimenting with you and when can you leave." You say.

  Under the bright light, the instrument emits a "drip" sound, and you push the needle out of the liquid in your hand.

  The girl was lying on the laboratory bed, her whole body was bound by bandages.

Her pupils trembled slightly, and her jaw lifted slightly: "I'm not interested in my future. Akto, you killed my relatives during the Cataclysm of the Century, and my whole life has existed to kill you. The reason why I was tied into your laboratory was also because I kicked your statue, so I was captured by your soldiers in the name of 'disrespectful to the gods'."

   "Do you remember the Cataclysm of the Century?" You are surprised.

   Her pretty eyes drooped slightly: "I have a little impression."

   You don't remember who her relatives are. You will not kill innocent people indiscriminately. If her relatives die at your hands, that relative must be the first to target you. But this kind of thing, there is no proof, it is not clear.

   If she hates it, hate it.

   She bit the back of your hand without hesitation when you undid her restraint.

Her limbs are weak and weak, only the teeth are sharp, like a wild cat that has exhausted all revenge, she frantically gnaws at the skin of the back of your hand, as if destroying your hand will satisfy her, revealing hysteria despair and anger.

  You looked at her calmly until your left hand was bitten with blood. She hesitated to let go.

  Under the bright incandescent lamp, her blue eyes were like swaying flower shadows, with a very beautiful color.

   "Why do you..." Don't push me away?

   Her mouth moved, and it was filled with your blood.

   "Dong An'an, I need you." You said: "I want to print out qualified personality data from you as a two-dimensional antivirus program. This requires your will to cooperate with me."

   "Why did you choose me?" she said coldly.

"All the initial values ​​of [two-dimensional] must be connected on the basis of [three-dimensional], so I need to continuously simulate the appropriate initial world values, and I must keep these two dimensions in a coherent state when they first come into contact, [ The same is true for the antivirus program in 2D, I need to find someone who is coherent in [3D], you are the most suitable I have ever seen." You said.

   "I don't understand." She frowned.

   "Stupid." You say.

   Dong Anan gritted his teeth and said nothing.

   And you just looked at her lightly.

"Dong An'an, if you promise me, then I can be killed by you before I die of old age and fulfill your desire for revenge." You said: "This time will not be too far away, at the end of this year, I will start the [Second] Dimension] World, I will lose my vitality and die of old age quickly."

   You saw her expression changed from anger to doubt, and finally you were completely shocked.

  Probably she doesn't understand why you, who have supreme power, have a will to die.

   "You..." she said.

   "Agree?" you say.

   "Why should I believe you will die..." Her pupils trembled.

   "Because I like to see everyone alive, are you satisfied with this reason?" You said lightly.

   She did not speak.

  You hugged her, gave her a link device, and started rubbing her values, letting her gnaw at your shoulders and collarbone like a little madman. She still seems to hate you.

   "Hate me, then hate me..."

  …

   The 312th day of the war.

   You are sitting in a wheelchair and coughing.

  The aging of the soul makes you often forget how to stand and how to walk. Most of the time, you need a wheelchair to help you move.

   You have configured an administrator account, and a personal AI that assists your bionic movement, and you have named it "Xiko".

   Dong Anan has been obedient a lot. Maybe she saw you working all night. She realizes that you really are not selfish.

  Sometimes, you will pull her out to let the wind out, and she will help you push the wheelchair. It's winter now, and the trees everywhere have long since dried up to look like fire sticks. Only the red plum blossoms bloom in the snow.

   Your reflections flicker in the puddles, cast in a gleaming mist.

   "...Sorry, I still hate you." Dong Anan looked down at you.

   She still can't let go of her hatred, you killed all her relatives. If she doesn't hate you, it's a betrayal for her.

   "It doesn't matter, I will leave it to you to kill." You said.

  You are doomed to die at the end of the year. In that case, it's better to stab her twice before she dies, it's a zero-cost thing. You don't want her killing intent to deteriorate so that the stats aren't perfect.

   She was in pain every time she was rubbed. You feel that you should pay her a little bit.

   "Can you make a contract, you promise to allow me revenge." Dong Anan said.

   "Of course you can." You said, "The inescapable killing intent in your soul is exactly why I value you as an antivirus program."

   You reach out and hook her up.

   "I allow you to kill me, Dong An'an." You said: "If one day you find that I have deteriorated, you are also welcome to kill me."

   This is a ridiculous contract of murder. Put it outside, it will only make people laugh. But both sides of the contract are very serious, your eyes meet, her hands are shaking.

  You take her hand, her hand is full of scars and frostbite. This is a girl in the end times, her skin can't be smooth and delicate.

   You rubbed her rough fingertips, signaling her to calm down.

   The "killed" had a calm expression, but the "killer" trembled to the extreme, as if the status had changed.

  —What an absurd and solemn contract, full of distorted and ugly obsessions and killing intent, which makes people not see the slightest beauty, but is so determined that it cannot be destroyed.

  Humans need your life to turn on [two-dimensional], and she also needs her as an "antivirus program". All of you are indispensable.

   The last afterglow of the dark night, slowly sinking, the last ray of light falls behind you.

   Her eyes were like the shell of a shell being knocked open, and the light reflected finely.

   "I'm sorry," she said.

   "It's okay," you say.

   "I bit out...does the wound still hurt?" she asked in a low voice.

   "Too many wounds, I forgot." You said.

  …

   The 318th day of the war.

  You met Noah, who had been missing for a long time.

   When you almost passed out in the lab, Noah suddenly appeared and supported you.

   "You're still worried about me? Didn't you say you were against my philosophy?" You gasped and smiled at him.

  You can see that there are extremely complex emotions in his eyes. with bitterness. His icy hand touched your forehead, then loosened like an electric shock.

   His eyes rubbed against your heavy dark circles under your eyes, your pale face as paper, and your skinny body. Anger appeared on his face.

   "Do you have to die? Do you have to force yourself to death?" Noah asked you, he took you to the rooftop and took you to the air.

  The wind on the rooftop was extremely cold, and the iron frame was swaying and swaying, and the sound of iron and steel formed a thin line in my mind. The boundless curtain shrouded everything in the world, and his blond hair fluttered in the wind, like tongues of fire that were rolled wanton.

   You are surprised that you are hiding the news that you are going to die from almost everyone. Noah actually knew.

   "If you don't cherish your own life, you will regret it sooner or later." Most of his face was hidden in the night. Like the silence before the storm.

   And you just smiled and said, "If I could not die, of course I don't want to die."

  Noah looked at your face. He seemed to be detained, and his expression was very lonely.

   His voice was slow:

"Asa. I've always had a dream...to become a bird. Freedom and uninhibitedness are the qualities I admire the most. It would be rude to die for some responsibility, for some emotion. That's why I hate that you become This kind of people."

   In the cold night wind, he stretches out his hand to you:

   "You still have a chance. Come with me, get out of here, I'll take you to the most free place, don't worry about anything."

   You have never seen him so solemn.

   His palms have no rough scars, no frostbite, and are well-protected hands. He has great strength and can easily protect himself in troubled times. Naturally, he cannot understand your sacrifice.

   That hand is very close to you...you don't need to lean over, you don't need to force it, you can hold it. In the palm of his hand, there seems to be a bright and splendid tomorrow.

   As long as you hold it.

   As long as you…hold it.

  You stretched out your hand and placed it lightly on his palm.

   The moment you took his hand, you felt like you had become a bird too. The night wind was a feather growing out of your arm, making a "slap la la" sound in the quiet night. You saw the joyful excitement in his eyes, but after a moment of silence, you still spoke:

"Feel sorry."

   "I can't go with you."

  “…”

   At this moment, there seems to be a gust of wind blowing into you.

   completely blown away.

   "What a person gains and loses in his life is never in his hands." You said: "Respect my decision. Go and pursue your freedom, aren't you a bird? Whatever I do."

  Noah's hand instantly lost all heat.

   His gaze was deep to the city-state below, and then to the distant battlefield and ruins. He suddenly felt the pain of hindsight, bitter, desperate, tumbling emotions clinging to his heart.

   He finally realized that you were really irretrievable by him.

   "Okay," he said.

   "If [2D] is enabled, are you willing to enter it, help me manage human beings, and protect them?" you said.

   "Huh." Noah smiled coldly:

   "When [2D] is turned on, and I see the first side of your bionic body, I will definitely grab him and beat him up."

   "Please feel free, I'm sure he won't be angry," you say.

  Noah said: "But before that, please enjoy your last time with peace of mind, and don't put yourself down again..."

   His words were not finished.

   You have fallen backwards.

   He stretched out his hand, pulled your body, and brought it to your side to make you sleep more comfortable.

   You can't see his complicated gaze.

  Before falling into a drowsy sleep, you heard his muffled voice ringing on the side of your ear, mixed with choking.

   "...Stupid, so stupid."

   "Why die for an ethereal spring..."

   "If it were me, I wouldn't..."

  …

   332 days of war.

   You have done the final job.

  Today is December 30, the first year of the cataclysm, the penultimate day of opening [2D].

   is also the penultimate day of your life.

   Over the past few months, you've made some androids. Like Tretia's androids, Moon's androids, so it's as if they're still alive by your side.

   With all the work done, you open a copy of On the Roots of Human Beliefs and Inequality and read the last book of your life.

   After thousands of simulations, your soul life has been very long, and you have experienced so many things that you have forgotten many things.

what is your hobby? What was the first book you read? Which story impressed you the most? Which song is your favorite...

  These hobbies that belong to "personal" have long been blurred in your memory.

  Some people say that there are countless "personal hobbies", such as what games do you like, what songs do you like, what TV shows you like... These add up to form a "person". This is proof that a "person" is different from other people.

   But you have forgotten the things that are yours alone.

  —You have long since been forcibly pulled out of the category of a "person", crucified in the sight of people's focus, your flesh and blood withered in the statue, showing the appearance of steel and stone. Nothing unique to you can awaken the burden in your soul.

   "I chose this path to bind myself."

   "I chose this responsibility."

   "So, become an empty shell, become a god..."

  You close this book, it is no longer interesting in your eyes. There are thousands of sails in your eyes, and nothing can surprise you.

   "…is what I want."

   Ginkgo biloba leaves fall on your shoulders.

   It is called "living fossil".

  You think, perhaps in the eyes of people, you will also become a "living fossil" in human civilization. Not withering, not decaying, forever living in a corner of the world, fulfilling everyone's expectations.

  The sound of footsteps came, Xi walked to your side and covered your eyes with both hands.

   "Guess who I am?" she chuckled. She doesn't know you're going to die yet.

  “…”

   You did not speak.

   This kind of petty play, for you, only the word "boring" is left, except for wasting time, there is nothing interesting.

   She stuck out her tongue and let go of her hand: "I joked with you recently and didn't respond... We will leave this dimension tomorrow. Let me show you the scenery of this dimension for the last time..."

   She pushed your wheelchair, "chacha" walking across the ginkgo leaves on the ground, rolling over the golden carpet.

   You have talked a lot, you are like an old man who likes to reminisce about the past, recounting your past time over and over again.

  You think that in the first month, the nine of you go on a tour together.

   You think of the spirited youthful attitude you fought in the first battlefield.

   You think of many rescues with your mates, and there will always be children pulling your sleeves, as if you are a very safe person.

You think of the green rattan in spring, of people who have lost their light in the dark, of the wine that Yue gave you, of the white birds raised by Noah, of people fleeing in droves like ants, of the tea in Lin Guang’s hands .

you think…

   You think a lot.

   I feel reluctant to give up when I think about it, I start to feel scared when I think about it, I think my whole body is shaking, and my fingers can't hold the armrest.

   The night sky is high and far, the heaven and the earth seem to be glued together, the ginkgo leaves fall with a "susu", and Xi suddenly stops and yawns.

   "I'll send you back to bed early. You've been upside down during this period of time. After the [2D] is turned on, you should adjust your biological clock." She said.

  You smiled, secretly containing sourness.

  You don’t have to adjust your biological clock anymore…

   You have no next tomorrow.

  …

   December 31st.

   Early morning.

   Heavy rain.

  You say goodbye to your companions in turn, and let them step into [2D] first. They will go one step ahead of most humans and reach [two-dimensional] first.

  You lied to them that you would be there later.

  This is a remote garden villa where you keep a cat and desserts and drinks are placed under the ginkgo tree. You sit in a chair, wave goodbye to them, and watch them step into two dimensions.

   The ark of parting has arrived at hope.

   Endgame doesn't need you.

  When he was about to leave, he smiled and waved to you, saying "see you later".

   Her figure disappeared between the data, and soon disappeared into the brilliance.

   "I'll open the way for you first!" Rongyuan entered quickly, and he was full of confidence in the future.

   When it was North Lisser's turn, he seemed to have a premonition, and suddenly grabbed your hand tightly:

   "Asa, I don't know what your plans are, but if you don't come, I will wait for you...until you appear before me one day, until the life of my soul ends, or I become a lunatic."

   His eyes are like chains, locking your stiff smile:

   "You have to come, you have to show up, you know? In the valley, there will be a man named North Lisel, who will keep a spring for you. You have to remember me."

   He held your hand, the bones seemed to be rattling, and he insisted on a promise from you.

  You let go of his hand and looked at him silently in the rainstorm.

   Your sudden silence stung him. He realized something.

   "You—you! Asa! You don't want—"

   His hand shook, panic flashed in his eyes. Before he can catch you again, you quickly activate permissions and send him into 2D.

   After he left, you burst into tears.

   This is your most intense emotional outburst.

It also makes you realize that you are not the incarnation of the will of the world - this is just a lie to convince mankind of you, but it deceives yourself into it, making you think that you have really become a god, the **** of all people. .

   You are just a human with a physical age of 19.

  Your name is "Asa Akto", a human being who is physically and mentally exhausted.

   Except for Lin Guang, all your companions have already entered.

  No one sees you, you can finally cry.

  Lightning splits the air in half, rain and cold wind pierce your eyes, and the icy cold of the world merges into your empty memory.

   "Actually, I don't want to die either..."

   There seems to be blood in the mouth, as if there is a knife, cutting through your armor, and you are dripping with blood.

   "I also want to see spring, I also want to live, and I also want to witness with my own eyes that you have a better life, a happy family..."

   "But it's too late... It's something only I can do..."

   "Although very young, although it is a pity."

   "But it's over."

   "But it's over..."

   In the majestic rain,

  Your figure is obscured by a rain screen.

  …

  You have no perfect ending.

   All the preparations you have made before, all the bright futures you have planned for mankind - are based on "you must die".

   The beautiful blueprints you've meticulously painted for them, the perfect 2D world you've built for them thousands of times—you can't even step into them.

  "Death" is your only ending.

   The best ending.

  …

   (end of this chapter)