MTL - First Player-Chapter 830 Eight hundred and twenty nine

  Chapter 830 Chapter Eight Hundred and Twenty-Nine · "The end of the Ninth World."

   "That's good." Su Mingan whispered.

   When he was about to leave, the old lady said, "City Lord, do you still remember me?"

  Su Mingan was slightly startled.

  He moved his eyes down and looked at the nameplate on the old lady's chest. There was a line of text on it: [Vice Chief of Eagle Dog·An Jie].

  The old lady took off her military cap, a few strands of blond hair mixed with disorderly white hair fluttered, she raised her head under the light, wrinkled, and smiled:

   "There will always be people who will never forget that period of history."

   "City Lord, from generation to generation, there will always be someone who will live himself as the tombstone of the dead."

  …

   Forest of Steles of the Battle of Dawn.

  The pitch-black tombstones stand one after the other, and as far as the eye can see, the mountains and plains are like a black forest.

  Many people stood here or offered flowers. When Su Mingan came, people were very quiet.

  Su Mingan's finger brushed the name on the tombstone, and Xiaomei stood quietly aside. Under the warm yellow light, the names on the tombstones reflected broken light like fish scales.

   "A lot of familiar names in history." Xiaomei said softly.

   "I remember almost every one of them." Su Mingan stared at these names, their faces seemed to be still in front of his eyes.

  Some people like sunflowers, white birds, and call him grandpa childishly.

  Some people will call him Xiaoshuai, and they will weave nets for him every year during the Fuyuan Festival. Fortunately, she passed away at the end of her life.

   There is no her name on the tombstone, but he always remembers her. She likes dark lipstick and blue skirts. She had said she loved him till the end of her life.

  There was a young man with a bright future, but later he endured humiliation for decades for a broken source bomb, and finally handed over the truth and the broken source bomb to him with his own life.

   Someone left in a church. He was the oldest of the leaders, and he was paving the way for people until his death.

  Su Mingan moved his gaze down, and saw a somewhat new tombstone.

   His eyes were fixed, and he said in a low voice:

"The owner of this tombstone is a doctor in the field of biochemistry. I saw her off in the hospital. I remember that during the War of Dawn, her body was still strong. In the end, I could only see her haggard in the ICU s face."

   "My condolences." Xiaomei said.

  His fingers slid across the tombstone, and familiar or unfamiliar names passed before his eyes.

  Yue, Qi, Xia Sheng, Faith, Staci, Jocelyn, Marcia, Andrews, Baird, Anita. Yalin...

  …

  【City Lord, I am Staci! Nice to meet you! 】

  【City lord, I am Andrews of the Freedom Alliance. It is my honor to fight under your command. 】

  【The city lord, Anita, the Yaoguang mercenary...】

  【City lord, I am Yalin, the city lord of Hope City, here to support the battlefield...】

  【City Lord,...】

  …

  Finally, Su Ming'an's gaze dropped to the T-0321 mechanical ring on his finger, and a slight sound came from there:

   "It's all here."

  … are all there.

  They are all here, sleeping on the warm spring land, in the spring they were so eager to step into.

  He turned around and looked at the crowd standing still. Among the crowd, there seemed to be an old man holding a vermilion sniper rifle, and he was looking at him.

  The old man froze for a moment, then opened his lips and smiled.

   Teeth are sparse and wrinkled, but she smiles young.

   Night enveloped the city-state, and the clock tower rang twelve o'clock.

   "铛—铛——"

  The white bird fluttered its wings, and the ginkgo leaves flew into the sky with the wind.

  In the distance is the Times Central Building that goes straight into the sky. This 132-story cubic building stands among the dark gray clouds and mist, forming a bustling picture of the city with the sky bridge and light rail.

   Nearby, there are 26 unmanned light rails passing by, 6 CCTV towers, and the fist screen icon representing the city of measurement.

  On the square, the stone sculpture of Actor still stands, and wild flowers surround him. Tonight, people are holding memorial ceremonies. Tens of thousands of residents light up lights, stop near the statue, and stand quietly with their heads bowed.

   "Woo—"

  An air defense siren sounded, the alarm bell rang for a long time, and people were silent.

  After the alarm went off, people who got off the night shift boarded the light rail, white-collar workers chose hot drinks from vending machines, drones carrying express delivery flew in the night sky, and workers built the collapsed building brick by brick...

  The high-hanging advertising light boards among the high-rise buildings still play the product introductions in a loop: "Newly developed mood stabilizer medicine in the Holy Church", "Lower point reading machine", "Akini Refrigeration Refrigerator".

  —In the brilliant teleportation white light, these scenes are so peaceful and serene.

  Su Mingan was wrapped in white light.

  People raised their heads and realized that Su Mingan seemed to be leaving. They immediately offered him the wild flowers in their hands, shouting loudly, trying to persuade him to stay.

  Su Mingan just took out a red cloak from the backpack grid, folded it neatly, and placed it in front of everyone's tombstone. Then a golden medal symbolizing the commander in chief of the Battle of Dawn was pressed on the cloak.

   After finishing all this, he stared into the distance.

  His figure faded away little by little, Xiaomei still held his sleeve tightly, but felt the touch of his fingertips disappear little by little.

   "Xiaomei." Su Mingan said suddenly: "Let the Liming system arrange to take a look at your body. Meixue's related diseases are currently difficult to treat, but they are not impossible."

  Xiaomei was startled slightly.

   "Girls in the fringe areas will be saved, those flesh and blood businesses will soon be banned, the re-established city-state order, and a sufficient welfare system will allow everyone who can support themselves to survive." Su Mingan said:

   "Go and welcome a new life."

   "If you want to grow flowers, you can grow flowers. If you want to raise fish, you can try it. If you want to go to college, you will have a chance."

  Xiaomei covered her mouth with tears in her eyes.

  She is a strong girl, as tenacious as a reed, and she cried so badly because she was reluctant to give up.

   "In the future...will I never meet someone as nice as you again?" Xiaomei cried.

  Su Mingan smiled, and patted the tombstone next to him, as if patting the shoulders of his comrades.

   "Billions of millions, sleeping ones, awake ones." He said, "All of them are better than me."

  Under the night, many people rushed here. Seeing that Su Mingan was about to leave, even though they didn't know the situation, they still formed a row and shouted:

   "—City Lord, we will live a good life!"

   "There will be a better new life! The world of ruins will definitely do it!"

   "Although I don't know where you are going, I wish you the best of luck!"

The gorgeous white light dazzled one by one, people's voices overlapped in his ears, and there was even a line of emoticons swaying in the crowd, it seemed to be from a girl with blue eyes, she was smiling and waving to him .

  Su Mingan looked away, and in the distance, there was a slender figure holding a rapier standing under the ginkgo tree, saying goodbye to him with a smile.

  Su Mingan waved at her and saw her mouth shape.

  【See you in the next world. 】

  Unchanged agreement, different meeting.

  She will go to the next brand new life.

   And he will go to the next time point.

  The scene in front of him disappeared bit by bit, and the white light gradually covered the entire field of vision.

   "Doctor, before you leave." Xi Ke's voice suddenly sounded behind him:

   "—May I hug you?"

   "Yes." Su Mingan said.

  He felt a slight touch from his back, and Xi Ke's transparent figure solidified little by little, and she condensed into a body, and hugged him gently.

  The chest and abdomen are not touching each other, separated by a virtual line. Chico's gesture of hugging was restrained and polite, without any offense.

  Su Mingan didn't move, the white data around him were like flowing fireflies. Reflecting her drooping, sea-blue pupils, they are also like a sea of ​​blue stars.

  Mingming is just an AI belonging to the Liming system, an existence that is difficult to possess even as an entity, but her hug is like a real human being. The gap between program and life has become increasingly blurred.

   "I want to ask you one last question." Xi Ke said.

"You ask."

   "Do you believe in reality, or in ideals?" Xi Ke asked.

  This question was asked very suddenly.

  Su Mingan recalled Actor and the gods, and finally he answered with certainty:

   "Believe in ideals."

  He is an idealist.

  —Believe that spring will bloom, dreams will come true if you work hard, and you will reach the end if you run all the way.

   Xi Ke heard the words, nodded, and didn't say much.

   "The density of life is more worth pursuing than the length of life." Xi Ke said:

   "Thank you, Doctor, and goodbye."

  She hooked her lips and smiled:

   "I saw you in the laboratory one day, and thought that you might really be able to create miracles."

   "The new world of ruins... I will look forward to it."

  One-touch and instant.

  Her embrace is quickly withdrawn.

  Su Mingan turned around for the last time.

  The endless white data is like rolling waves, as if complex circuits are entangled with each other, and like the soul of human beings, which is endless, counting every creature in the world.

  Like the rhythm of blood vessels and nerves, the white data wanders in the space with a unique rhythm. It is obviously just a cold combination of 0 and 1, but it seems to contain the sense of swelling and pulsation of life, as if everything is revived in it.

  Under the data, Liming and Xi Ke stand side by side, with long white hair and golden hair flying along with the simulation, every inch contains tiny 0 and 1, with the unique beauty of the data world.

  Compared to the cold dawn at the beginning of the dungeon, Li Ming's expression at this time is already close to life. The originally inorganic voice is gradually filled with moving emotions.

  Her figure has also solidified a lot.

   It's like starting from a copy, she becomes more "powerful".

  At this moment, Su Mingan was in a daze for a moment. He suddenly remembered a concept "Laplace's demon" mentioned by the gods before.

  …

["Suppose there is a hypothetical creature that can know the position and momentum of every atom in the universe, and it can show the past and future of the universe—this is the "Laplace demon"." With a little sadness:]

【"That is to say, as long as there is enough data, we can speculate everything in this universe. This is also the concept of the 'Measurement City'—to make the 'Dawn System' that integrates infinite information into this 'Laplace Demon\'."]

  …

  The "Laplace demon" mentioned by the gods before, and the current "primordial" theory, more and more make the entire universe look like a virtual simulation, and each world seems to be operating with a blueprint.

  If there is a game system that can calculate different endings—is it a "Laplace demon" born when civilization develops to the extreme?

  Looking at the "powerful" Liming system, Su Mingan had some doubts in his heart, but they quickly dissipated.

  Transmitting a bright white light, he completely left the world of ruins.

  Those dead souls have been pressing on him for too long, with Shiran saying goodbye,

   Finally freed.

   He stared at the white light in front of him and closed his eyes.

   Hundreds of millions of souls have already sung in the air. All the people who can't go home, all the people who can't look back, are going up with the dawn. The living push out this dawn with their sunken flesh and blood, like an axle.

Pioneers have used wisdom as a sword to build a three-dimensional grid firewall, ouroboros from the first day to the nineteenth day, the Klein bottle of the central city laboratory with overlapping positioning, and the " The Trap Program and Quantum Ghost named "Dawn Code".

  The helmsman of the ship of Theseus, the leader of the long river of civilization, the unyielding electronic sheep.

  The fighters finally end up on the battlefield, and those in the same robe build a monument together.

  The final chapter of the story—

  The spring breeze engulfs the whole world.

  Twenty-three hundred times, five billion seventy-one million.

  —coincidentally, it evokes a spring.

  …

  …

  【February 7 at 0:00 am】

  【The countdown to the world has been completed—players are welcome to return! 】

  …

  (end of this chapter)