MTL - First Player-Chapter 804 800 3

   "Shua—!"

  The white teleportation light faded, and Su Mingan teleported back to the original timeline.

  He looked around, but did not see Actor.

   "—Su Ming'an, I'm here."

  Su Mingan looked up and saw a figure in a white coat standing on top of the old bell tower.

  He walked up to Actor. From here you can overlook the entire city-state. Including those lush ginkgo trees, towering teahouses, and the Akto stone sculpture in the center of the square.

   Surrounded by paper flowers, the Akto stone sculpture and the fist stone sculpture representing the War of Dawn stand together, looking at the entire city-state together. Su Mingan looked at the Akto stone sculpture, and then at Akto beside him. Their gentle and steady eyes were almost identical.

  The entire city-state can be seen here, Su Mingan thought, this is why Akto is standing here.

   This is the city-state that Actor has been working on all his life, and this is the ruined world that he has been trying to save after becoming an AI.

   "Su Ming'an, first of all congratulations for linking the Ouroboros of fate." Akto said.

   "Yes." Su Mingan said.

  He really didn't expect... In the world of ruins, space, time, and dimensions can form several kinds of trajectories. The original encounter turned out to be a ouroboros without a head and tail, and the original time was calculated backwards. It turns out that Asa Actor's three-dimensional firewall is not just a passive defense.

  This is something that can only be done in the case of the Dawn system. Its meaning is far more than "dragging", but it can break through the restrictions of the rules by playing with different combinations of the three elements of time, space, and dimension.

"Tonight, the mission of Kaiusta will come to an end, and tomorrow, the people of City of Measurement will go to the final battlefield." Actor said: "All my layouts, all my plans, will be entrusted to you It's time to finish."

   "You trust me so much?" Su Mingan said.

  Actor looked at him: "Why not?"

  Being watched by Akto, Su Mingan always has the illusion of looking in a mirror.

   "Are you saying this because you are leaving?" Su Mingan asked.

"I am just Akto's AI stationed in Kaiusta. The death of human beings is irreversible, whether it is body or soul, I have reached the end as early as the first year of the catastrophe. I have not met, so how can I leave?" Akto Tor said.

   "You once said that the lifespan of a human soul is limited. When a person has experienced the limit time he can bear, even if his body is young, he will die." Su Mingan said.

"yes."

   "I experienced your emotional resonance, but now I don't seem to have any sequelae." Su Mingan said.

   "So, you rest well afterwards. You just didn't notice the sequelae." Actor said.

  Su Mingan looked into the distance.

  Under the bell tower, the funeral crowd could no longer be seen. The golden edge in the distance slowly fell into the darkness, like a gradually melting tide.

  The two stood quietly on the bell tower for a while until Actor spoke.

"Human beings have lived in this world for so long, and the continuation of civilization from generation to generation, I don't want it to end before my eyes." Actor stretched out his hand and put it on the edge of the clock tower: "For people like us, the world seems to have many choices. , but not many are correct.”

"for example?"

"For example, pulling the tram pole will reduce the people in the two-dimensional world to a program of being sliced. Another example is not to escape the fate of death, not to become a bird——Su Mingan, what you believe in and will not regret is correct .”

"..." Hearing this, Su Mingan recalled the last memory of Akto's emotional resonance. It was a scene he would never forget in his life—the 20-year-old Akto opened his arms to countless gunfire, as if embracing the people all malice and hatred. The hero then died in the fire of the angry populace.

   "You don't regret it?" Su Mingan said: "If you don't sacrifice your vitality to activate the dawn system, maybe..."

  Actor just looked at him, his expression as gentle as ever, his eyes unchanged.

  At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly remembered the topic he and Nuoer talked about on the garbage mountain when the dungeon just started:

  —[In society, racial survival is always better than individual survival. This is the general trend and the underlying logic of human beings. In a situation where personal force is greater than race, the world must need an absolutely rational and humane superpower to check and balance possible catastrophes and to allow civilization to continue. 】

   Asa Actor did just that.

   "...A thousand times and ten thousand times, I will still choose to die in that year." Actor said.

  Su Mingan's fingers trembled.

  Actor is degrading himself to a god.

  The so-called sympathy, pity, or envy are all imposed on him by people, and even the **** position itself is sealed by people, and he is always himself.

  He has seen more desperate tragedies, more numb creatures, more terrifying desires, and more tragic deaths.

  Death is just a relief for him. He's done everything he can, he's done everything he can. His name will not perish, but will live forever in the name of the city-state. He has seen enough of this world.

  The fate of mankind has already walked on a precarious single log, surrounded by malicious prying eyes, and one wrong step will result in a complete loss. So Actor chose to be the "god" who saved them.

   "Su Ming'an, if there is really hope in this world... then it is in the hands of people like you and me." Akto said.

  His hands were propped up on the railing, his black hair curled up like a crow's feathers, his face was obviously young, but it made people look like a living fossil.

  The ginkgo leaves of the city-state flutter under the bell tower, and it is also known as a "living fossil".

  Su Mingan's eyes trembled.

  Under the scarlet red and cold sunset, the bell tower shone with golden light, like a giant torch. The two of them stood side by side on the bell tower, carrying the heavy sun on their shoulders.

  Su Mingan thinks that some histories will be buried in the past, some heroes will not be rectified, the victims may not be able to leave their names, and there is no fairy tale of "everyone has a happy ending".

  Abandoned between the past dimension and the virtual, there is always someone smiling and closing their eyes.

  Like a beautiful feast, a broken dream.

Although Su Mingan only jumped at several key points in Kaiusta and led the Dawn War intermittently, he seemed to have experienced the lives of many people—some were immersed in the past dreams, some The future can never be touched, and some people are freed from the frozen time, waiting for a complete awakening.

   And Actor, who dominates everything, stands by his side, on the clock tower of Doomsday City, staring at the people he loves. That white coat is as white as frost and snow, and it seems that it will melt into the sunset at any time.

   "Please let me look at them for the last time, and set off here... In the 72nd year of the cataclysm, the Kaiusta timeline that ended in eternity, this dimension buried in history." Said the young man in the white coat.

  His sight seemed to penetrate the buildings of the city-state, across a long distance, with a calm and serene expression, as if he had washed away all the suffering and unwillingness.

   "You are really firm." Su Mingan said.

  Actor heard the words, and a childlike enthusiasm appeared on his face.

  —Just like when he was nineteen years old, he said at the beginning that he would take the Nine Seats and stop the human civil war with the same enthusiasm.

   Someone always said that if only he could live, it would be fine. It would be great if he could live to this year.

   But to do that would tear his soul apart, and he wouldn't be Asa Actor anymore.

   "Maybe the dawn is so beautiful that people forget how to escape." Actor said:

   "Su Mingan, learning to give up is too difficult. You think so too."

  Su Mingan didn't speak.

  The sun has set and the stars have not yet risen.

  The seed that breaks the ground can break through all shackles. It is no longer a thick darkness that stretches as far as the eye can see.

  The eyes of the young man are calm and rational, revealing the tranquility of the forest, as if he has walked out of a thousand years of history. Su Mingan once owned these dark gray eyes for twenty days. But looking at these familiar eyes now, it feels familiar and strange.

  That white coat seemed to blend into the sky.

  Su Mingan seemed to see a white-haired old man in a white coat, walking step by step into the depths of the night, never looking back once.

  The past world has become a footnote to the story, swallowed by time.

  —He probably shouldn't have stepped into the shadows.

   How dazzling he is.

  Love for this world never stops.

   "Su Ming'an, can you carve a poem for me in front of my tomb? My tombstone has been standing in Kaiusta for a long time, and there has been no epitaph." Actor said.

   "Okay." Su Mingan said.

  …

  Su Mingan went to many places this evening.

   It is said that Noah was buried under a newly cultivated sunflower flowerbed. In spring, the flowerbed faces east to welcome the nearest morning sun.

  There will always be a group of white birds perched near the flowerbed. When looking up at the group of white birds, Su Mingan thought, maybe one of them is Noah.

  Northern Lissel was buried in that frozen valley, together with his fellow electrical appliances men. Xiaobei went home.

  Sen was buried in the surrounding tombstones of the war group, next to Xia Sheng's cemetery. Tretia sleeps with her favorite flowers in the lotus pond of the ruined tower. Yaowen is on the hillside to the west, next to Faith's mother's cemetery, and there is a glass of milk in front of the tomb. As for Lin Guang... no body was left behind.

  When Su Mingan faced the rows of pitch-black tombstones, he was silent for a long time.

  Thousands of tombstones, with faces and names on them, a suffocating number.

   While he was standing still, a bouquet of flowers was placed on the tomb in front of him. He turned his head and saw a gray-haired old woman.

  The grandma is obviously very old, but she tied her hair with a particularly bright red hair rope. She was wearing a long black dress, and there were countless nets hanging on her wrists, almost covering her arms. At a glance, there were probably hundreds of nets.

   "You..." Su Mingan stared at the old grandma's face.

  The old lady raised her head slowly, bent her eyes, and smiled at him.

   "Xiaoshuai, don't you recognize me?"

  Su Mingan heard this address: "Xi, how could you..."

"This is the last simulation. I have no future." Xi said: "Jiuxi's youth is maintained by resources. The war is over, so I don't need to maintain my youth. This is my real age, you Don't... think I'm ugly."

  She grinned her loose teeth, but she could see her lively and beautiful appearance in her smile.

   "No." Su Mingan shook his head.

  They stood quietly in front of the tomb, one tall and one short, her pupils were gray and white, but her eyes were bright.

  She looked at the tomb in front of her. The name of Asa Actor was engraved on the tomb: "Is this the tomb he built for himself?"

"Ok."

   "Are you going to carve a poem for him?"

"Ok."

   "Let's go together, I write beautifully."

"it is good."

  Su Mingan stretched out his hand, Xi supported his wrist, helped him correct the font, the carving knife fell on the tombstone, and dropped the words of the ruined world.

   During lettering, Xi Tie whispered in his ear:

   "Xiaoshuai, thank you."

  “…It turns out that we electronic sheep can also dream of spring.”

  Su Mingan opened his mouth, but said nothing.

  The last rays of the setting sun ended in the distance, on the handle of the knife covered with golden light, her hand covered with blue and purple wrinkled skin was very warm.

  In the boundless forest of steles, there seem to be many souls standing here, holding flowers and singing songs.

   "My dear, please don't be afraid in the dark,"

   "Watch with me the new dawn,"

   "We have the wind of freedom."

   "If the lamb runs between 0 and 1,"

   "If butterflies dance among data flowers,"

"Dear,"

"Dear,"

   "Do electric sheep dream of spring...?"

  …

  …

   This is the last simulation, people in 2D will disappear. Those laughs, those tears, those artworks and songs, will be gone.

  They are all people who cannot cross the future. Their 2,300 simulations are all to ignite the fire of the future, build a new city on the ruins of death, hold up the future human civilization, and watch people go all the way to the bright light full of hope.

   While engraving, Su Mingan seemed to hear the voice in his heart.

   "Thank you for your dedication and companionship for forty years."

   "It's a pleasure to fight with you."

  It also seems that someone answered him after time-

   "Nice to meet you, too."

   "Thank you, Lord Su Mingan."

  Many years later, what people can see from history books and radio stories may only be a few short names, and emotions, love and hatred can't keep up with the cold time. But someone always remembers that on that cold night, someone raised a torch and declared unyielding war on the gods.

  Hold together to keep warm in the cold winter, light a beacon fire in the long night, and forge ahead in the dark night before dawn.

  Under the carving knife, a short poem was engraved on the tombstone.

  …

  【This is you in the doomsday war,】

  【The only warmth of a hug. 】

  【Walk through the land full of corpses,】

  【Standing on top of the ruins,】

  【You sing in a low voice:】

  【"This bright red pigment is the color of blood,"】

  【This cold metal has the texture of iron,】

  【This strong soul is burning with fire..."】

  【You thought that no one would go with you anymore,】

  【But looking back, I found that】

  【There is also a group of comrades who have just said goodbye—】

  【Standing quietly on the field full of other shore flowers. 】

  …

  …

   On January 1, 1972, at 6:30 pm, the War of Dawn came to an end.

  The number of people involved in the war was 177.53 million, the number of auxiliary personnel was 378.74 million, and the number of deaths was 253.64 million.

  …

  【TE1 · "Pioneering never dies, Dawn lives forever" has been achieved. 】