Chapter 1184 Chapter 1181 "New World."
Chapter 1184 Chapter 1181 · "New World."
The spirit got stuck with a bug at the end. When both the shadow and the clone were unavailable, he escaped the fate of death and the planning of the game system.
As the concept of the old days goes, "Heaven and earth are born with me, and all things are one with me." The self is all things, and all things are the self.
If the butterfly that Zhuang Zhou dreamed of died, would Zhuang Zhou be unwilling to wake up? If the butterfly that dreamed of Zhuang Zhou died, where did this dream come from?
Would the butterfly ever think - in a certain "possibility", is it "Zhuang Zhou"? Or are thousands of "butterflies" similar to it and have dreamed of a similar "Zhuang Zhou"?
When lying in bed, have you ever thought about the idea of "another me in a parallel world"? Have you ever expected the concept of "the kindest me", "the most evil me", "the richest me", "the me who draws the best"?
When you do something that you can't control, or say something in a fit of excitement - have you ever thought that this is actually a "reflection" of yourself by another 9999 timelines? "Another self" did such a thing, and reflected it, affecting himself.
At the moment of thinking, "I"'s thinking has already determined the existence of "I". Then "following fate is fate", "killing fate is also a kind of fate"... Such statements are actually meaningless. Before discussing the metaphysical "fate", let's avoid "agnosticism" and "nihilism".
What he has to do is to unswervingly find out what he wants to change.
If it is to change the fate of Li Mingyue's death, then change it.
If it is to change the final ending of the old world, then change it.
First there is the action of "killing", which determines the specific and non-metaphysical concept, and moves the sword for this goal, and then there is the result of "killing".
He pushed all the "possibilities" out of the chessboard.
He destroyed the "game prompt" before the end.
- Then, maybe for a moment, "Butterfly" really didn't dream of "Zhuang Zhou" again.
He looked at the task bar, and when Changge died, the task of the ruler was declared completed.
"Do you know?" The spirit said, "In fact, at the beginning, I did regard you as an enemy. In my observation, you have a 65% chance of staying safely by my side, a 34% chance of escaping my control, and the probability of you reaching this point today is no more than 0.002%. So I have been thinking... 0.002% is so small that I really can't let you do it."
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["If you can do it, I will give you the supreme blessing." The spirit said:]
["But your probability of success will not be higher than 0.002%."]
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"But you even considered this 0.002% probability, and still arranged [Night Player] Changge for me. It's really foolproof..." Su Mingan sighed. People in the old days really calculated everything.
The spirit was silent.
Su Mingan said: "I only have one last question."
"You say." The spirit nodded.
"——Are you Ah Du?" Su Mingan asked.
The air was quiet for a while.
The god with white hair and white eyes stared at the white cat doll of the same color on the sofa.
Lights danced in the city, and the neon colors were reflected in the eyes of the god, gradually surging with a trace of extra color. He put the poetry collection in his hand aside and replied:
"No."
Hearing the answer of the god, Su Mingan smiled.
"[Juliet said, who told you to find this place?]" Su Mingan stood up and walked to the table, muttering.
The god's eyes moved slightly, and he slightly turned sideways with his steps, and his white hair moved ethereally, like a smooth silver-white silk.
"[Romeo said, love encouraged me to find out this place; he gave me advice, and I lent him my eyes. I can't steer a boat, but if you are on a distant seashore, I will also brave the wind and waves to find your treasure.]"
Su Mingan put his hand on the poetry collection on the table while carrying it on his back.
"——Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet." He lowered his head and whispered the name of the poetry collection on the table: "This one is Rabindranath Tagore's Stray Birds."
"Yes, why did the old world have Romeo and Juliet and Stray Birds?"
"Adu."
"Can you tell me? The first world game...who is the first player who is hailed as the 'savior'?"
He stared into the indifferent eyes of the gods:
"About 1,200 years ago, in the first world game, the first player saved the world and was hailed as the savior. 1,100 years ago, General Qin became good friends with the savior, who then disappeared. 1040 years ago, during the Second World Game, the era of Changge and Brother Necklace, we all know the rest of the story. General Qin won the Third World Game, and before he died, he handed over the power of observation to the AI left over from the First World Game, which is you. "
"But the period from the First World Game to the Second World Game is completely blank."
"You all say that the savior is called 'Su Ming'an' - who is that person?"
The spirit was silent.
Su Ming'an waited for a long time, but didn't get a reply, so he smiled: "Okay, I already know."
No answer is the best answer.
He had already guessed the answer. He would talk to Noel after returning to the main world...if Noel was still there.
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Before leaving, Su Mingan stretched out his left hand. There was a white lighthouse logo on the back of his hand. This was the reward for a perfect clearance [New World].
"God, do you know what this is?" Su Mingan pointed to the back of his hand.
"A brand new...small world." The god said.
Su Mingan instantly thought of Dieying's semi-finished world. He probed his consciousness into this small lighthouse logo and found that it was indeed a small alien space, a small world controlled by him.
He saw the endless sky and fields inside. The texture was rough, very empty, and there was no life, but it was indeed a world with its own system. Life could survive if it was put in.
"From now on, you have your own 'small world'. Flowers, seeds, and small animals can all be put in. Although it is not clear how long they can live, after all, this small world is still very rough." The god lowered his eyelids.
Su Mingan stared at the back of his hand.
While other players were still picking up props, he actually already had a world.
Although it looked... really rough, more like an ecological tank.
The spirit said: "You'd better pay more attention to it and find a way to improve it. When it develops into a real world, you and your friends will have a new place to live. Even... when it develops to be as complete as the old world, it may become a new civilization."
Su Mingan heard the spirit's implication - if this small world develops well, it can accommodate all mankind.
"How can I improve it?" Su Mingan asked. This is a backup, the stronger the better.
The spirit laughed with an unknown meaning, as if seeing something familiar, with a faint expectation and sadness in the laughter:
"The best way is..."
"Do the same thing as Dieying."
"For [your] own civilization, at all costs."
"If you really want to cultivate a small world, take away the source of the world of other civilizations in the coming days. This is the fastest way to evolve the world."
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[Dieying laughed: "Sooner or later you will become like me..."]
["There are only civilizations and compatriots in your eyes."]
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Su Mingan's eyes froze for a moment: "Besides this method, is there any other way?"
The spirit said: "That depends on you."
Su Mingan put down his hand: "...I know."
"By the way, I have a way to restore Yueyue's memory, and you will see her again. In addition, thanks to the help of 9999 benefactors, you have accumulated enough goodwill, and Chaoyan is not dead. You can come back often when you have time."
"Yes."
"Go."
"...Goodbye."
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Daiya City.
The place where it begins and ends.
The fountain in front of the church was still gushing with clear water, people were feeding the pigeons, and occasionally a few students with schoolbags ran by.
"School is over! Go home for dinner!"
"Wen Sheng, do you know where Su Xiaobai from the class is? I haven't seen him in class for a long time, and I don't know where that rich second-generation Xiao Ying has gone..."
"I don't know..."
"Forget it, let's go back, Daju is still hungry..."
The leaves of the sycamore tree rustled, and the shadows of the boy and girl grew longer.
The coordinates given by Dieying were here in Daoya City.
Su Mingan flew high on the mechanical wheel. When he approached the Utopia barrier, he saw Dieying outside the barrier.
A pair of vast deep blue eyes, revealing the depth and tranquility of the sky and the sea, like a god left outside the world by ancient legends.
Su Mingan calmly waved his big white hand, as if he said hello to his neighbors, and then spread his palm.
"Give it here." Su Mingan said, "Please give me my body, thank you."
It is better for them to communicate across the barrier and maintain a healthy social relationship.
"...You are really cautious. Talking to me like this." Dieying took out Su Mingan's clone body and placed it upright: "How about making a deal?"
"You say."
Dieying said: "I will return the body to you, you come with me, I have something to show you. You don't have to worry about me detaining you. The return of the world game is absolute, and you will definitely go back when the time comes."
Su Mingan listened, turned his head and shouted to the air: "Boss Rabbit, is what he said true?"
A pair of rabbit ears stretched out silently, and the Boss Rabbit's shy voice came: "Yes, I can guarantee that the scheduled return is an absolute [rule]. If Strawberry Sago dew detains you, I will be very sad."
Su Mingan got the answer and drove away decisively: "Okay, you can go."
A pair of rabbit ears drooped aggrievedly, and the Boss Rabbit's voice gradually drifted away: "Okay... Dear Banana Pudding, remember to look for me often... I am crying and even my pillow is wet..."
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After changing back to his own body, Su Mingan held the hand that Dieying stretched out.
The stars connected, and he returned to the "new world" again.
However, what he saw now was a damaged, collapsed, and on the verge of collapse. The once glorious Ferris wheel and carousel were covered with traces of rust, and even the electricity was intermittent.
He remembered that the last time he came here was a thousand years ago. He didn't know how fast time flowed in this new world, but it was obvious that a long time had passed.
The only living thing in sight is a bird, but there is a high probability that it is not the one from thousands of years ago, but a descendant. It still rested on the shoulder of the blond young man, rubbing his cheek affectionately, and he stretched out his finger in response.
"No wonder you are so eager to seize the source of the world in the old world." Su Mingan said: "How long can this place last? Fifty years? One hundred years? Five hundred years?"
"I will let it continue to exist." Dieying stroked the feathers of the bird, with a smile in his eyes: "...I will always find it before it is destroyed."
Su Mingan realized that the old world had been saved, but Dieying could still find another target. However, judging from the speed of the decline of this world, there is a high probability that it will be too late for Duying.
He spent too long in the old world, and failed to find a new goal while waiting. The vast universe is too big, and it is difficult for him to complete it with his own strength. He can only watch his world decline bit by bit. When this world is destroyed, the meaning of His existence will also disappear.
"I really can't believe you have become an invader." Su Mingan said: "I don't believe that the 'new world' you talk about must be born from the destruction of other civilizations. There is obviously nothing here, right?"
The mottled light of the Ferris wheel reflected between them. The place where they were once united now felt like a cold, narrow cage.
Su Mingan once again felt that the person standing in front of him was a high-dimensional person instead of a familiar old friend. In the eyes of people like them, maybe civilization is like a cold resource, like gasoline and diesel in the eyes of humans.
"Do you really understand me?" The blond young man responded coldly, looking straight at Su Mingan: "Do you really understand what I am made of? Is your source of information really reliable? Or, why do you think I am Nothing here?"
Su Mingan's eyes moved slightly.
It wasn't that he was blind, he just wanted to test Dieying. So far, Dieying's information has basically been given by Dieying himself.
Duying stretched out his hand, and the land far away from them began to sink inch by inch, revealing the edges of the fragmented world, like an ecological tank on the verge of rupture.
After the land subsided, Su Mingan saw the "base" of the world - the elements that make up the world. These elements were all picked up little by little by Dieying over the thousands of years. Only when these things exist can a small world survive. When they disappear, the entire small world will sink and disappear.
He observed carefully.
That is--
Something like [the remains of civilization].
"Do you know?" Dieying suddenly said before Su Mingan could see clearly.
Su Mingan turned his head.
The blond young man had an unknown smile in his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.
"That day, the false spring you showed me... was really beautiful."