First Player

 Chapter 1069 Chapter One Thousand and Sixty-Seven · "Ten thousand times, ten thousand generations."

On the dome, spider web-like cracks spread, and a few rays of light suddenly penetrated like sharp swords.

 A figure fell down, with cracks in his robe. The moment he landed, both the temperature and intensity of the flames in the room suddenly rose by a large level.

After Su Lin landed, she stared at "Su Lin" for a second, and then looked at Su Ming'an.

“The tentacle monster at 35° east by south has been killed by me. The era it protects is ‘similar to the present world’.” Su Lin said.

Among the countless fixed destinies, four people are exceptions - Nuoer, Su Lin, Lu Shu, and Yueyue. Among them, the one who is easiest to cross the edge of the world to rescue is Su Lin.

"Su Lin" beside him was quiet for a few seconds, and suddenly looked at Su Ming'an: "Is he 'me'?"

 “Yeah.” Su Mingan responded.

 “Is it me?”

 “Yeah.” Su Mingan nodded.

"Su Lin" got the answer. He stared at the stronger, more fearless and more confident Su Lin. There seemed to be nothing in the golden eyes, no jealousy, no regrets, and no wind.

 “Are you going to kill Su Wensheng?” Su Lin turned to ask Su Mingan. Regarding "Su Lin", Su Lin did not express any opinion, as if she did not take the imitation into consideration and simply regarded it as non-existent.

 He knew how these imitations were made—people with implanted looks, voices, temperaments, memories, and emotions who might have had their own independent family backgrounds and personalities, as well as their own names. But after becoming imitations, it is very difficult to maintain their only implanted identity and the "personality" firmly imprinted in their bones. If they want to be free to be themselves, all the foundations of the past have been Obliterated.

The past has become a void of nothingness, the present has become a fixed character, and the future is still firmly pulled by a certain will... You can see the end at a glance in your lifetime. All hobbies, social relationships, and family background are shaped.

 But Su Lin had no idea about this. When Praya passed on the soul, the method was almost the same, although he would ask whether it was voluntary or not.

“Su Wensheng, you have no backup plan?” Su Mingan looked at Su Wensheng.

The long sword pierced Su Wensheng's abdomen. His hands rested on the edge of the long sword, and his skin was burned to a scorched black color, but he could not break away from the blade that was driven deeply into the wall.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, curled his eyes and smiled: "...Yes, backhand is everything in this mechanical city."

"If you don't leave, everything in this mechanical city will start to attack you. Along the way, you should have seen many terrifying machines, those flying in the sky and walking on the ground... Wherever you go, there will be no I will let you go..."

"Even if you burn down the central control room, there will still be a central control room in the other 9999 world lines. Unless you can kill the other 9999 tentacle monsters at the edge of the world, break into the Nine Netherworld in a total of 9999 world lines, and burn down every A central control room - but are you in time? Su Mingan, it took you ten days just to get here. You lost Alice, Black Magpie, and Yang Qi's comrades... You still have If you have to repeat the current steps 9999 times, how much time do you have...how many companions do you have to sacrifice?"

“—If there is a progress bar for [Killing Destiny], you have only completed one 10,000th of it, and you have only progressed to 0.01%..."

His voice was coughing and wheezing, and every sound was filled with blood, but even so, he was still...one after another, earnestly advising Su Ming'an, even without caring about his life.

Su Mingan also thought about this problem.

Yes, he came to the end, he witnessed the truth of ten thousand world lines, he subdued Su Wensheng, he almost won—and then what?

 Even if he tried his best, he could only affect one world line, and the remaining time was not enough to change the other 9999.

If the world is only divided into a few or dozens of lines, then if he works harder, he may be able to do it with all his strength. But the despairingly huge number of 10,000 directly cut off the possibility of "doing it with hard work". It was impossible for him to repeat his steps 9,999 times.

 —So the spirit said at the beginning.

  【Destiny cannot be cut off】.

 …

The arrangement of the gods was very clever. He did not throw Noel into a "world-like" era, but instead threw him into the distant era of witches. Even if Noel noticed something was wrong at the early stage of the copy, due to the low integration of the times, Noel could not convey much information.

  A clever woman cannot make a meal without rice. No matter how smart Noel is, he cannot deduce everything without reason. He didn't know the truth at the beginning, but he was aware of the "stubbornness of fate", so he tried his best to do some extraordinary things.

 For example, he had many dogs during the witch era.

 Noel doesn’t like dogs, but he wants to try to do some “actions he would never do” to defy the keyword “destiny” of the copy. So he keeps dogs, eats food he doesn’t like, and does exercises he doesn’t like. Just like Chaoyan said: "Su Mingan, you can obviously try some actions that you will never do." Only this way can transcend fate.

Even if the degree of integration in the early stages of the dungeons is not high, as the number of copies increases, there are always some actions that are mapped to other eras, becoming strange "outliers".

 In this world, in the conference room of Fake Noel. A Samoyed appeared with a sweet potato in his mouth.

According to common sense, Noel would not have any dogs around him, nor would there be any other staple food besides cakes, but it happened to appear.

 …

　　【At this time, Noel felt a slight movement at his feet. He looked down and saw a pure white Samoyed. 】

　　【Noel rubbed his eyes: "I did realize that there is something unusual in this world. 'You' are not 'us', but a Samoyed holding a sweet potato in its mouth is too abnormal..."]

  【He scratched his arm with a knife, feeling the pain, and frowned:】

  【"It's not an illusion, it's strange."】

 …

It is a pity that even if Noel is smart enough, his intelligence needs a foundation, and he cannot calculate all this in advance.

 So much so that Su Mingan walked into the central control room.

 So that everything is smooth at this moment.

 So much so that fate still leads to this point of convergence.

He recalled that he had been in the psychological counseling center in Daoya City and heard a madman yelling:

 …

["Hey hey hey, I saw it! I saw it! You are all blind, you are all deaf! Only I am the most awake, only I hear! This world does not exist at all! Ten thousand worlds do not exist ! Oh, ha, it doesn’t exist! I’m not crazy!” The patient stumbled and his laughter was a bit desperate. 】

—In fact, at that time, mental patients had shouted "Ten Thousand Worlds", but no one paid attention to the words of a mental patient. It was not until Su Mingan went through a long journey that he discovered that everything had been foreshadowed.

 …

["I also said before, I don't know the reason why we were created." Zhi said: "Sometimes I also wonder, will what I see with my naked eyes be real? What I hear with my ears, will it be real?" Is it real? Or are we simply two parallel lines that do not intersect?"]

  【"Parallel lines?" Su Mingan vaguely captured something. 】

 …

 Even the original words of Chi also mentioned this concept.

 But it was too late.

 The light within the darkness and the darkness within the light have not yet been fully revealed.

When Su Mingan first stepped into this world, he couldn't have imagined that there would be so many twists and turns.

 His eyebrows were slightly lowered. At this time, he was just like standing under the vast starry sky that day, feeling the vastness of the universe and the insignificance of the human body.

“…Then let’s merge.” Su Lin suddenly said.

 His voice was as decisive as a knife.

The tower can deepen the integration. As long as 10,000 world lines are combined together, there is no need to repeat it 10,000 times. This is an obvious solution.

“Su Mingan, after you finish opening the tower, ask the Alien King how to speed up the fusion. After the last 10,000 world lines are merged, we can solve them together.” Su Lin said.

Su Wensheng heard this and said as expected: "Fusion? It is indeed God's way of thinking. I guess you will think so - there are too many world lines, so putting all the world lines together is really a simple and crude solution. . But have you ever thought about what the word 'fusion' means?"

"What does it mean?" Su Lin said lightly.

Su Wensheng put his hand on the flaming sword, letting the fire burn through his palm, and pulled his body forward bit by bit until he landed on the ground.

Blood dripped down his pupils, and the green face belonging to a high school student looked extremely miserable:

“…Fusion means that in the end, only one world line will survive, and the other 9999 world lines will no longer exist.”

“If the final ending is ‘Su Wensheng drowned in the lake’, then the other 9999 Su Wenshengs who are still alive...will not exist.”

"Alice is Chaoyan's past life. If there is only one world line left out of ten thousand, then there will only be one left of them, and it is impossible for them to survive at the same time. In the same way, any fake Su Lin, fake Noel... It will all dissipate. This is the cruelty of 'fusion' - do you understand?"

"The 10,000 world lines were originally 'disassembled'. When they are reintegrated, although the most complete world will finally appear, and the timeline will finally be fixed in the present world,... all eras will become instantaneous at that moment. History, any people in the past will be reduced to cold written records in history books - this grand scene of [people of all eras surviving at the same moment]... will never happen again."

"You will never see Blackberry again. He will become a cold historical text like [In the year 328 of the Witch Age, Emperor Kenite conquered all countries and died in such and such a year]. You can only find his commemorative tombstone or... His ruins have been overgrown with weeds for more than seven hundred years, and you can’t possibly see everything from that era again.”

"The flowers he just planted will wither in an instant, the letter he just wrote will become a [handwritten letter from Emperor Kenite] preserved in a museum display cabinet for more than 700 years, and the banana sculpture he made for you will also instantly Rusty and covered with more than seven hundred years of dirt... This is the decisiveness of 'fusion'."

“His death became a foregone conclusion at the moment of integration, and his own life also became a heavy piece of history at that moment.”

“The living people suddenly became history, and the heroes suddenly became overgrown stone monuments—their fate was really like the history books, which would never change again.”

　　…“…would you like to suddenly become a cold line of text?”

 After Su Wensheng finished speaking, the room was very quiet.

Su Mingan was silent for a long time without saying a word. The monitoring screen reflected fragmented light, and he repeatedly rubbed the ring on his right hand.

"...It has nothing to do with me." But it was Su Lin who spoke first: "If there are no other interfering factors, this is the safest method."

Su Mingan is also thinking.

…etc.

He suddenly realized something, and a flash of light flashed through him:

“The **** said he wanted to destroy the world...Does that mean he wants to merge 10,000 world lines?”

—Isn’t this equivalent to destroying the world in a sense?

 9999 worlds were destroyed, and only one remaining world was achieved. For players living in the other 9999 worlds, their world is equivalent to disappearing. For them, it is basically the same as destruction.

Su Wensheng laughed.

 He stumbled forward, and a large amount of blood flowed from his abdomen, staining his trousers red, and spilling all the way to the ice-white ground.

"Su Lin" next to him wanted to stop him, but Su Mingan shook his head. Su Wensheng obviously had something to say, and taking action at this time was to stimulate him.

A hand full of blood grabbed Su Ming'an's tie, squeezed it hard, and pulled it forward, moving Su Ming'an's upper body forward. Su Ming'an's expression remained unchanged and he was pulled in front of Su Wensheng with a calm expression.

He could almost smell the scorching flesh on Su Wensheng's body. There were shocking wounds one after another. The penetrating wound on the abdomen was particularly brutal, and the internal organs were faintly visible.

Speaking of which, Su Wensheng has obviously been waiting here for a long time. The entire central control room is his territory, but he was seriously injured to this extent. It was clear that Su Wensheng had enough time to defend when Su Lin thrust out the sword, but he didn't even hold up his shield.

…Why.

 …

　　…I have always felt that this world is strange. 】

 …

"Yes, you finally understand..." Veins were beating on the back of Su Wensheng's hand, and he used great strength.

"You finally understand, Su Ming'an. The gods want to merge all world lines. Quietly... 9999 eras will disappear. People will die in silence, boiling frogs in warm water, and in the drunkenness of the entertainment society, No one realizes the catastrophe is coming.”

 (End of this chapter)