MTL - Survivorship Bias-Chapter 117 Origin of the altar

What's going on?

An Wujiu raised his head, the cracks in the sky were getting deeper and deeper, like ice floes disintegrating in a glacier, gradually deviating from the original position.

It was different from what they imagined. After lighting the pillar, there was no miracle of rebirth, or it did not appear at the moment.

An Wujiu lowered his head and found that the number on the back of his hand was glowing, and after a moment of flickering, it disappeared and returned to its original appearance.

That weird power has not disappeared so far, as if it is fighting against its own instinctive power, but no one can conquer anyone. The blue flame was burning higher and higher, just like the last time, he spoke a strange and ancient language, but this time, An Wu Jiu seemed to be able to understand it directly!

This language is very similar to the one recorded by my father!

[Quick! Hurry up and offer sacrifices to me! ]

An Wujiu clenched the obsidian sharp knife in his hand and held it high, but never let it down, Matsuura's calm face was in front of him, the low The ravings seemed to be laughing at his negative resistance.

[Stupid human being, do you think you are special now? ]

The **** was questioning him.

[Look straight at me and you can see your father, don't you miss him? ]

An Wujiu turned his face almost uncontrollably, like a rigid puppet, being led by that powerful force, but at the same time , the strength in his chest that competes against it also rises out, and when it is strong, it becomes stronger. So he turned back, not looking at it.

But the flame spread to both sides in an instant, burning into a huge circle, enclosing them all.

An Wujiu's eyes suddenly appeared a very crazy picture, in the picture he was the same as now, half kneeling in front of the sacrificer, raising his hands crazy He stabbed the man in the chest with the knife in his hand, his face was splattered with blood, and the viscous blood covered a calm and crazy smile.

No, that's not him.

The person who was sacrificed was not Matsuura, but an unfamiliar face.

An Wujiu frowned, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth again.

The person in the picture, An Wujiu does not know who it is, maybe it is him in another possibility. The good side of me now has basically merged with the extreme evil side of the past, and the chaotic and evil parts have gradually calmed down.

But what if it was the other way around?

He could feel his spirit from stability to chaos again and again, just like everything in the universe, all obey the law of entropy increase.

Destruction in chaos is the only constant ending.

But An Wu Jiao forced himself to stop, the strength in his chest almost tore his entire body in half, in the piercing pain, An Wu Jiao struggled Breaking through the power of the blue flame, he threw the knife in his hand and threw it under the cliff.

At the same time, Shen Ti hugged him.

"Did you see that? There's a number on the back of everyone's hand."

An Wujiu raised his eyes weakly when he heard Shen Ti's voice, he found a number 98 on the back of Matsuura's hand, and then looked at Wu Youhe Nanshan is also 98.

Everyone else showed the number 98, only Shen Ti, he took off his gloves and there was nothing on the back of his hand.

Just when they were wondering, an obsidian knife fell from the sky and stabbed Matsuura's chest violently.

The moment blood splashed on An Wujiu's face, the sweet smell penetrated into his brain, once again, he saw a **** smile on his face Got crazy "self" and looked at him.

[Do you think you can stop me? ]

The voice seemed to come from hell, it was so low that it was hard to distinguish, like the sound of hot magma when it was boiling, and there were human beings one after another outside the cliff.” Scream", the red blood moon light instantly forced back the last day, leaving only the terrifying scarlet and coldness of the earth.

[Impossible, you can't even control yourself. ]

The **** sacrifice flew from the tip of the knife and automatically dropped into the center of the ancient stone plate. The blood flowed down the ravine on the stone plate, Drifting down to An Wujiu's feet.

The sarcophagus containing Matsuura Mori's body closed automatically, no matter how An Wujiu resisted, the sacrifice was still completed. The blood-red moon hangs above his head, like a blood ball that eats people. Maybe it will fall down immediately, crush them all one by one, roll them into the valley, and bury them in the cold snow.

These hallucinations kept popping up in his mind, and he stood up like a walking dead, and the cold wind blew through the seams of his bones.

None of them remember how they got back to the temple. If the sacrificers sacrificed their own hearts, then they probably sacrificed their souls and fears.

An Wu Jiu was puzzled, there was nothing on the back of Shen Ti's hand, which was understandable, after all, Shen Ti was different from any of them.

But why the number on the back of my hand is 99, while everyone else is 98, what does this number mean?

On their way back to the temple, Shen Ti told him that after he lit the pillar, some memories flashed in his mind.

"What did you think of?"

Shen Ti frowned slightly, "I'm not sure if it's a real memory, because the pictures I saw were more like mine than mine. It's what you can see."

An Wu Jiu didn't understand, "What do you mean?"

Shen Ti looked at him, "Those are almost all initialization screens after entering different games, but they are not mine, because your name is displayed in the upper right corner. And the grades, from the A grade at the beginning, to the S grade, the SS grade, are staggered."

An Wu Jiu didn't understand, why Shen Ti's memory has a perspective that completely belongs to him?

"It's not the strangest thing," Shen Ti told him, "The most puzzling thing to me is that I deliberately paid attention to some of those initialization scenes, no One is the games I've been through with you, no red and black, no containment centers, and no casinos, it's all unfamiliar, and there's a lot."

Shen Ti's words disturbed An Wujiu's original thoughts.

He told Shen Ti the images that kept flashing during the sacrifice.

“Maybe it’s me before my amnesia.” An Wujiu thought that it was impossible for him to be directly rated as SSS as soon as he entered the altar,” Yang Wasn't Ming very afraid of me at the time? The games you saw that I experienced were probably the ones I participated in from entering the altar to meeting you."

But this can't explain why Shen Ti can get his perspective and see everything through his perspective.

The closer they got to the truth, the more confusing everything became.

The two said something and returned to the temple. There were many fewer people here, and they became more and more deserted. The red moonlight shone through every window onto the floor of the temple, making it seem ghostly.

Shen Ti sent An Wujiao back to the room, the two walked to the door, but found Zhou Yijue leaning against the wall beside the door, as if waiting for An Wujiao .

"What are you doing here?" Shen Ti's tone was not good.

Zhou Yijue didn't bother to make any smiley face, she raised her slender eyelids and looked at the two of them.

"Chat?"

An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "Now? There are ten minutes before 'eyes closed'."

"Ten minutes is enough." Zhou Yijue stood up straight, "If it wasn't important, I wouldn't be looking for you at this time."

He glanced at Shen Ti, "You can do it yourself."

Shen Ti twitched the corners of his mouth, "What kind of self-respect, should you be self-respect?"

An Wujiu wanted Shen Ti not to use words indiscriminately, but the timing was not right, so he gave up, just took his hand and followed Zhou Yijue away.

Zhou Yijue took them to a quiet room with no windows on all sides and an altar in the center, like their warm-up room and a confession room.

Without doing anything, Zhou Yijue told the two directly, "I'm actually a test researcher at the altar."

These words suddenly exploded like a thunderbolt, but strangely, An Wujiu was not very surprised.

Zhou Yijue is scheming and good at lying. What he said should be hard to believe, but the two people in front of him didn't even question it.

“Then your purpose of entering here should be different from ours.” An Wujiu looked at Zhou Yijue, “Only at the back, you have also changed.”

Simple sentence summarizes Zhou Yijue's mental journey since entering the altar.

"Yes." Under the **** moonlight, Zhou Yijue's outline was exceptionally clear, and the moonlight also illuminated the loneliness that rarely appeared on his face, "I started The task is very easy, enter the game, look for bugs, push the plot and logic problems, and then feedback to the development department for them to modify. So I play the game very easily, it doesn't matter if I lose, I just quit anyway. , and then re-enter, sometimes in order to test the integrity, I may go through a copy several times, so in the early days, I actually didn't have any sense of game experience."

An Wujiu listened to him in silence, but thought in his heart, since he is a tester, will he know the development background of the altar and the whole team who are all.

Before he could say anything, Shen Ti spoke first, but in a less peaceful way.

"What kind of wicked thing made this **** game?"

Zhou Yijue didn't care, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "This project was originally planned by a destitute individual game designer, it is said that the person will The entire planning proposal was submitted to many companies, but no response was received.”

Shen Ti replied: "In the end, he was chosen by Chauvin?"

Zhou Yijue sneered, "Wrong."

"No game company adopted his plan, and just a year after he dropped the plan, the trailer for the game appeared in Chauvin's biggest game In the company's advertisement, the overall framework is exactly the same as the plan he submitted, but the signature is not him."

Shen Ti smiled, "The evil capitalism."

"This man tried his best and failed to sign his name in the game, and finally fell ill because he had no money to become a senior member of the hospital, I ended up getting sick. I found out about it after I became a tester for The Shrine."

Zhou Yijue told them, "According to the executives of the game company, "The Shrine" is Chauvin's attempt in the neural access game, if it is good, this It will be an innovation of the virtual game, so they developed it in a mighty way. At that time, all the development backbones of the whole company participated in the development of this game and put all their efforts into the development of this game. Only testers like me, all There are hundreds of them, and everyone personally enters the altar and experiences the game for themselves.”

An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "But as far as I know, the altar has since been beyond the control of the government, if it's really just a game, why? Will people die?"

"So I said it was like this at the beginning." Zhou Yijue lowered his eyes, "Then things started to get out of control."

The sadness in his eyes was nowhere to hide, "I met him in a copy halfway through, I remember it clearly, it was my 32nd The mission is his 47th. He is also a tester like me. We performed four test missions together, and several dungeons were completed back and forth, repeated for a long time, so I also felt that I also knew him. long time."

"Just after we established our relationship, in my 36th test mission, he died." Zhou Yijue did not raise his eyes, was silent for a while, and continued Said, "He died, and he didn't reload the file to enter the game. I felt very strange. When I survived, I left the game cabin and went to the company to ask those people, only to find that the development department was no longer there."

An Wujiu frowned, "What does it mean to be gone?"

Zhou Yijue looked at him, "Those two floors are empty. The information I inquired is that the model they used when compiling the altar is the latest Generative network, that is to say, once the initial model framework is successfully built, in repeated iterative operations and tests, using the huge neural database of players, the model will continue to learn by itself, and finally can achieve self-repair or even self-writing. So The people in the development department gradually lost control of the altar, and the system finally set up read and write permissions for them, and they couldn't even log in in the background."

The altar eventually became a self-consistent model.

“So you testers were also abandoned by the altar.” An Wujiu said.

Zhou Yijue smiled, "You are right."

Shen Ti didn't care about him at all, but in fact he still cared about his dead colleague, "You tried so hard to save him. he?"

"I know it's ridiculous." Zhou Yijue lowered his head dejectedly, "Obviously we are the ones who test and maintain this system, but in the end we are swallowed up by the system. We are People who rely on science and technology to survive, I also know that asking a person to die and resurrect is fundamentally against science, but..."

An Wujiu has not experienced this kind of struggle?

Zhou Yijue sneered, "Fuck science, I just want him back."

“What about after that?” An Wujiu asked, “Did they give up this model completely?”

Zhou Yijue wiped her face, "It can't be regarded as giving up completely. There are a lot of problems involved, the first is Chauvin, they suddenly stopped investing for no reason, it is said that behind the scenes They also poached most of the developers and put pressure not to continue the project, but the altar is an extremely intelligent system that can operate on its own, and attract more and more players, and the scale is getting bigger and bigger. So, instead of Saying that Chauvin wants to abolish the project, it's better that they want the altar to grow wildly."

he said, he smiled, "But Chauvin is notorious enough, those quick-acting drugs and biotechnology, so many volunteers recruited every year, Who dares to say that there is no heinous human experiment behind it."

An Wujiu thought of what Yang Ce said, the executive director of Chauvin is both the core of the human innovation plan and the main investor of the altar.

If the altar is really a hotbed of sacrifices to summon a certain god, sacrifice is his purpose. What is the innovation plan?

Isn't the original intention of innovation the self-help action of human beings?

Shen Ti suddenly said, "You called us here, it's not like you suddenly developed friendship with us, let us listen to you and talk about your misery love story, go back to sleep."

Hearing what he said, Zhou Yijue laughed, squinting her eyes like a fox, "Of course not."

He raised his hand and showed the number on the back of his hand to the two of them, "You have probably discovered that, except for the two of you, everyone It's all 98."

He obviously wanted an explanation, but An Wujiu couldn't give a clear statement, so he could only remove Shen Ti first, "He is special, you It can be understood that he is a bug in the altar."

Zhou Yijue was not satisfied with this statement, but it also made sense. He really did not like this Shen Ti anywhere.

"I myself am looking for the reason why I am different." An Wujiu said sincerely, only told Zhou Yijue that he felt that the altar was not entirely composed of artificial intelligence Yes, there's a lot of stuff in there that the prior art can't explain.

After fighting with An Wujiu, Zhou Yijue can tell if he is lying, and feels that An Wujiu is honest, although he has reservations, but his attitude is good .

So he put down his hands and told An Wujiu: "You are very close to what I think, and I don't think it is pure technology."

"But something happened before, I think it may be related to the current number." Zhou Yijue said, "I logged out of the system after the second task was over. , I only completed two copies of the game at that time. I remember that a colleague in the group meeting reported a problem about the library backup. One of the colleagues said that this model has the ability to back up and repair itself, so don’t worry. I I was curious about this self-building framework, so I went to the developers to take a look at the source code.”

“I remember very clearly that many models were copied at that time.” Zhou Yijue stared straight at An Wujiu.

"The number of the original model is 0, and there are 99 copies. The number on the back of your hand is exactly 99."