MTL - First Player-Chapter 760 seven hundred and fifty-nine

   Chapter 760 Chapter 759 · "Pioneer Immortal (End

  The last day, you spent with Lin Guang.

  Because you are familiar with Lin Guang's temperament and you are afraid of his impulsiveness, you choose to accompany him until the last moment.

   The work of infusing life energy, you have done it a few days ago. Today, you are aging at a rate visible to the naked eye.

   Under the ginkgo tree, the petals dance freely in the wind. You look far away and see the vast sky in the distance.

   "What are you thinking?" Sitting in a wheelchair, your voice became vicissitudes.

   "I want... to die with you in the end." Lin Guang said, "Don't stop me."

  You don't know how to describe his eyes.

   Dead leaves, broken branches, crow's pupils, silt in a lotus pond, shadows, a pot of spirits.

   No description is enough.

   After knowing that you were going to die, his eyes darkened several degrees, and his expression became terrifying. You have never seen him look so unfamiliar, as if the darkness in his heart was completely released.

  Perhaps you never saw him clearly, but regarded him as a knight in the shadows. Never thought he could be Shadow itself.

   "Happy 20th birthday." He looked at you with gray hair.

  You pulled your bruised lips and smiled with a wrinkled face: "Thank you."

   "What do you wish?" Lin Guang asked you.

   "I want to eat strawberry cake." You say: "Can you do it for me?"

   "I'll go outside to find you strawberries now." Lin Guang said immediately.

  You looked at his figure and suddenly said, "What about you, what do you wish for? I forgot to celebrate your birthday this year."

  Ling Guang's footsteps paused, his birthday was March 21st.

   "My wish is..."

He says:

   "I will celebrate your birthday with you next year."

  …

  Ling Guang is gone.

  You finally broke him.

   "Dong An'an, are you here, come to fulfill the contract soon, remember to drag my body away." You shouted around. As long as Lin Guang can't see your body in the end, he won't believe that you are dead. He is such a person.

   No one responded.

  Under the golden ginkgo, there is only your voice. You found out that Dong Anan didn't come, obviously she wanted to kill you so much.

  You turn your wheelchair and suddenly see a crowd of people in the distance.

   "—found it! It's here!"

   "—This is Akto's habitat! It is said that he is going to open something [two-dimensional], and he must want to kill us all!"

   "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him—!"

  You look out of the garden villa calmly.

   At this moment, you see hell.

   Hundreds of surging figures are coming towards you like black waves. They smashed the locks, pushed the walls, poured into the garden, and pointed their guns at you.

  You never lack followers, but you never lack enemies. There's always someone who thinks you're having a bad idea. Or someone who lost a loved one in a war because of your decisions, they always want you dead.

   Luckily, they found you when you were dying.

   In this way, you can record their appearance in the dawn system, and do not allow these scum to enter [two-dimensional].

   "Great. My paradise just doesn't need you." You said calmly.

   These people don't know that their bright future has been cut off by you. They look at you excitedly and dance like a pre-apocalyptic carnival:

   "—this is Asa Arctor! How did he get so old?"

   "What about him! Kill him! Avenge my mom!"

   "Human sinner! Traitor! Lace! Aktor! You have killed countless people on the battlefield and killed you!"

   They roared and surrounded you.

   "I'm taking humanity into the future," you say.

   "No! You liar, you are dragging us to hell! The Dawn system is definitely your conspiracy!" A young man pointed at you.

   "There is a way out only if you obey him!"

   "Kill him! Kill him!"

  You are too weak, you have no strength to stand, and you cannot escape. You just have a very quiet face, raise your fingers, and complete the final operation of the dawn system.

   Slowly, you raised your head and looked at the blood-red sky.

   Wrong, incorrect, deviated, disordered.

   Sad, confused, incalculable, stubborn.

   Such a group of people—

   Such a group of humans—

  …

   They fired on you.

  …

   December 31st. On that day, Dong Anan did not come, and Akto died under the artillery fire of the humans themselves.

  You bow your head and look at your hands - you were once known as the "balance", like the arbiter of one hand to kill and one hand to redeem.

   Once, many hands of help reached out to you, and many hands of hatred wanted to drag you into the abyss. Gain, lose, gain, lose, gain, lose... You repeat the steps as if it were destiny.

  The people who love you are mostly sacrificed for you. Under the seat is endless darkness, your feet hidden in the bones.

   On this day, many people found your place. Among them are your enemies and those who take refuge in other dimensions. They knew that the opening of [two-dimensional] could not be reversed, and they rushed into your villa and aimed the cannon fire at you.

   You already feel indifferent, you are doomed to die.

   But when the ginkgo leaves fall and catch your eyelashes, you still feel reluctant.

  You remembered the countless soldiers you took care of, their relatives, and a few of your companions.

   "...live." Your lips tremble.

   This voice was heard by no one.

  In the virtual electronic spring, live.

  Go to be an electric sheep, go to be an electric ghost, and live.

  —this is the best ending.

   "The only difference between a saint and a sinner is..."

   "Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future."

  …

   "Boom boom boom!"

   Countless artillery fire drowns you like a long wind in the sand sea.

  The last landscape of your life is still the anger and hatred of human beings. But your eyes have seen through these scowls, through distant light and shadow - through an entire dimension - to see the billions of human beings you have saved.

  —they will chant the name of "you", sing the story of "you", and survive with your bionic body in the electronic world constructed by you.

- They will regard "you" as the city owner, regard "you" as a hero, write epics for "you", make a statue of "you", and continue the deeds of "you" with human civilization, in the layer by layer of the dimension. Fight against [Hewei].

   All strong desires are struggling with drowning.

   Continuing pain, gradually drifting consciousness, you slowly closed your eyes. Like falling into deep water, sound and vision become distant.

   Your body was pierced by bullets, the flames engulfed you, the ginkgo tree was scorched to the point of withering, and you finally laughed.

"Ha ha…"

  Your eyes are stained with pain and regret little by little, but then followed by satisfaction and relief.

   "I won this long battle to the end. I successfully brought everyone to [two-dimensional] and completed the impossible task of 'civilization continuation'."

   "I died as a 'god' as a nineteen-year-old youth."

"correct."

   "Today is my birthday, I'm twenty years old."

  You finally remembered the silver-haired woman who drank under the moon with you, her silver-white hair flowing under the moon, she was more beautiful than the moon.

   Handed you the candy Kai and promised you "kill me" last words.

   Tretia who calls you "teacher" with a smile, her bronze pocket watch, your anchor.

   Holding the white bird, the blond young man quietly looked at you with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

   Said to wait "forever" for your little boy,

   has stepped into the eve of the dawn system.

and also…

  A white-haired youth who just walked into the garden.

   They seem to be standing at the end of the light, waiting for you.

   At this moment, you remembered something from a long time ago, like a revolving lantern, countless soldiers have sworn allegiance to you, and their voices are deafening.

   "—Fight for Humanity!"

  “—Fight for you!”

   "—We will always be loyal to your will! Until the end of the world! We will be loyal to you forever!"

   And you fulfilled your promise, sending them to a broad future at the end of the [3D] world.

   In the last moments, you hear countless people calling your name.

   That sound is mixed with the sound of rain, with the sound of ginkgo leaves, with the sound of gunfire piercing you, "rustling".

  Wind, Rain, Leaves, Starlight, Firefly, White Feather, Wine, Second Hand, Cat, Candy, Machinery, Flame, Lily.

  You face the gunfire and look up like a soldier.

   Then facing the sunset, he died like a soldier.

  …

  —Like countless "little soldiers" on the battlefield.

  …

   "The parting ark has arrived at hope."

   "I forged the ship with my own hands, pushed it to the shore, pushed everyone up."

   "I stood on the shore and watched them set sail - this is the spring they are heading towards at any cost."

“Ethical behavior or institutions should promote 'greatest happiness for the greatest number of people'. Happiness or happiness is homogeneous and can therefore be compared and summed across people. When we judge whether an action is right, we should According to the addition or subtraction of the total amount of happiness."

   "I wish I could do something that 'makes more people happier'. But that doesn't represent my wish."

   "I just think... the world shouldn't be like this."

"so."

   "I built this huge 'Ship of Theseus'."

  …

  …

   "—compatriots who travel far away."

   "Toward the distant homeland, let's go."

  …

   The only thing you regret is one thing.

   You didn't fulfill your promise with Lin Guang, you paid him out. When he comes back and sees your body, what will he do?

   Will he condemn you for your infidelity?

   Cry for you?

   Is there a statue for you?

   Or… turn into a tombstone that belongs to you?

  …

   Failed to fulfill his wish, Lin Guang.

sorry.

  …

   When Lin Guang came back with a full frame of strawberries, the villa was already in a mess.

  All enemies die under your self-destruction device, which explodes along with buildings, burying everything.

  “…”

  Lin Guang's chest heaved violently, and there was an abnormal flush on his face. He gasped violently and made a cat-like sound, then took a quick breath, breathing heavily and whining.

   "A...Asa..."

   "I...you..."

   The result that he had been terrified of was finally like a sharp blade, hanging above his head and piercing him in an instant.

  The strawberry rolled to the ground, he struggled to step on the gravel, knelt in front of your broken body, and held your hand with only a piece of skin left.

"fraud."

"fraud…"

   His pupils began to blur.

   If you were still awake, you might be able to see.

   He leaned down and pierced his own heart with your sharp hand bones.

  …

   Later, Dong Anan, who had not yet stepped into the [two-dimensional], came under the ginkgo tree and used the blade to erect a tomb for Akto.

   She looked at you quietly, wiping your broken and blood-stained wheelchair.

   "Asa."

   "You can finally rest."

   "I will help you look after your world and maintain my personality."

   "Next time...you who are made up of programs...I will definitely come to you with the best killing intent."

   "After the dimension is reduced, I will hand over my body during the day and keep thinking to a minimum. At night, I will stay awake between sleep and prolong the life of my soul."

   "If there is no accident, I will maintain my integrity."

   "Then, watch for a long time."

  …

   Human civilization has not ended since that year.

   They fell into the two-dimensional world with guns and fire, and became a race that was sliced ​​by time.

  —They worked hard to develop technological weapons, and sacrificed their lives on the battlefield, so that latecomers could see the spring.

  —They imprisoned themselves in the past as a piece of data that is superimposed over and over again.

  —they together make up [one-dimensional] the last firewall of mankind. became a real stepping stone.

  —they locked themselves in the cold winter, imprisoned in the snow and ice, and never saw spring in their lives.

  So, human civilization has continued for 102 years until today.

   Dawn is coming.

   Asa Aktor died in the fire of the people.

  —The fire of that day has not been extinguished until today after thousands of simulations.

  …

  …

"what…"

   "A long, long time ago. Tretia used to want to go with me, get out of here, go somewhere no one can find it, sail away unfettered."

   "However, I can't."

   "I only learned how to make firearms with my hands, how to make eyes for a bionic body, how to input programs for artificial intelligence, and how to awaken people's awareness of resistance... However, I didn't learn how to escape."

   "My soul is imprisoned here, the lifespan of civilization is like my life, I-can't get out of here."

   "Nothing can stop a soul from returning home."

   "Go home for me."

   "May the sun rise as usual, and may the ship of Theseus, full of human beings, return home victoriously. Even if the mound of memory that blooms everywhere is full of my bones."

   "Even in the extreme cold of hypothermia."

   "Even in the **** of humanity."

   "I'm Asa Aktor, 20 years old. I used to like piano, exploration, philosophy."

   "Millions of hours of leisure in the world have passed, and a truly historic moment has begun, a time when the stars of mankind are shining."

   "I hold up a new dawn."

   "I wish I could see you at dawn."

  …

  In the burnt ashes, under the dead ginkgo tree, the mutilated diary was blown up by the wind and the last page fell.

   You can imagine it.

  You crouched down at the table, and in the dark night, you wrote down what it looked like stroke by stroke.

   Finally, you closed it, raised your head, and looked at the rising dawn in the distance.

  You stopped and smiled, turned and disappeared.

  A new dimension looms behind you, like an ark traveling far—

  Hundreds of millions of souls carry it, sing for you, and live forever—

   As long as they are still there, the homeland will not be far away, and the souls of perishing will have a place to return to their hometown and the end they will reach—

   Together they sang aloud—

   "The pioneers he lifted never die."

   "He became immortal in the fire of dawn."

   Pioneers do not die.

   Dawn is immortal.

  …

  …

  …

【PhD. 】

  【Don’t be…don’t be the dawn itself. 】

   (end of this chapter)