First Player

Chapter 1082 Chapter One Thousand and Eighty · "Please take a seat."

 On the eleventh day of the copy, at six o'clock in the morning, the third tower.

 Mizushima Kawakora was the first to step into the tower.

It was like walking into a vast church, with tall and magnificent architectural structures, large vaults and spires, and splendid carvings and murals... She looked at the unique scene in the tower and subconsciously slowed down her steps. As if afraid of disturbing the sacredness of this place.

A huge table was placed in the center, surrounded by twelve chairs. The tabletop was engraved with uneven ancient mythology. A nine-headed candlestick stood in the center, with half angel wings and half devil wings, and a vivid His eyes trembled on the table.

This made her feel as if she had stepped into a mythical realm, and the only sound in her ears was her own breathing. But she soon realized that this was the spiritual influence brought by the tower, which made people involuntarily feel a sense of awe and worship.

 …Could this be a ruins from a thousand years ago?

 She turned around and found that every chair was different. For example, Chair No. 2 is engraved with patterns of moonlight and swords, and is made entirely of iron. Chair No. 4 is studded with gold and blue gems.

  She squatted down, and there was a painting on the back of chair number four. The painting shows a blond man stepping on the ladder to heaven and touching the starry sky.

A voice suddenly came from behind: "This painting tells a mythical story from the 29th year of the Tian Dynasty (more than 1100 years ago), derived from the "Holy Book of Heavenly Valley". At that time, humans hoped to build a ladder to the stars. , they built the ladder to heaven with the most precious gems and the strongest stones, and sent a man to climb the ladder first. However, after that man climbed up, he ungratefully took away the ladder and no longer allowed humans to peek into the sky. In the end, he also Missing."

Mizushima Kawakora’s eyes tightened and he turned his head to look. It was Eli wearing a top hat. Eli was spinning a card in his hand. His chest was decorated with a tanzanite kingfisher brooch. His robe was loose and his shirt had a wide collar, as if worn around the 18th century. She quickly determined that the world line Eli was in should be between the steam age and the industrial age.

“I’m sorry, I walked silently. Did it scare you?” Eli raised his hands and stepped back, acting like a gentleman.

Mizushima Kawakora’s spirit points are very high, and Eli can approach her quietly, which shows that his stealth and passiveness are also very high. But she quickly revealed the matter: "So, each of the twelve chairs is engraved with something that happened a thousand years ago?"

"It should be like this." Eli put down his hand and pointed in one direction: "Look at the eighth chair. It's about a famous angel judgment ceremony in mythology, which happened in the early days of the heavenly era."

Mizushima Kawakora looked up and saw that the eighth chair was engraved with many elements of flames and feathers. It was more like an exquisite cross sculpture than a chair. It was difficult to even sit down.

"At that time, a trial of angels broke out among humans, and many angel candidates were executed. The most famous of them was believed to be bewitched by demons. Her skeleton was made into a holy sword, and her body was dropped into the deep sea and buried forever to punish her. Sin. She fell into the Nine Netherworlds forever and ever, and her soul has never been reincarnated. Some people say that her compassion was aroused by her love for men, which led to constant natural and man-made disasters. From then on, her tears turned into a sea of ​​icebergs. It won’t last for thousands of years.” Eli spoke eloquently, and it was obvious that he was very interested in these mythical stories of the old world.

“You know this very well.” Mizushima Kawakora frowned. Since she specializes in art, she does not spend her time reading ancient books on mythology.

 It turns out that thousands of years ago was an era where angels, gods, holy swords, demons... an era full of mythology was indeed very desirable. She looked at the exquisite decorations around her, with a sense of sanctity and solemnity, as if there were really angels staring at this place.

"After all, he is a top player, so he always has his own strengths. I think that even though there are many falsehoods and political elements in the myth, there are at least some merits." Eli showed an exquisite smile: "Using some skills, I I have read all the eight hundred and thirty-two mythological classics that exist in the world. If Miss Mizushima is interested, it doesn’t matter if I say more. Judging from the words, it was really a very grand and sacred era."

 “No.” Mizushima Kawakora refused. They are not friends, and who knows if Eli will tell false stories to seduce her.

At this time, Agnes walked in. She was wearing a robe with wide sleeves, a tight corset embroidered with scarlet gold thread around her waist, and a waist ornament decorated with long feathers. She is supposed to be from the medieval world line.

But when Agnes saw Mizushima Kawakora, her face was full of disgust: "What are you looking at me doing? You murderer."

Mizushima Kawakora raised his eyebrows. These people still don’t know the truth about Ten Thousand World Lines. It seems that in Agnes's world line, Su Ming'an was killed. Anyway, the real Su Ming'an must still be alive, otherwise he wouldn't be on the competition list.

 Subsequently, Zhang Daoxuan, Lu Meng, Aljie and Xue Qixia walked in one after another. Zhang Daoxuan is relatively calm. After all, he comes from ancient martial arts and is on Mizushima Kawakora's side. Lu Meng glared at Mizushima Kawakora fiercely, obviously not giving her a good look. Alger's expression was calm. Even though he was a member of the Peak Alliance, he had no feelings for Su Mingan.

　Judging from their attitudes, it is obvious that Su Mingan is also dead in their world line.

 At this time, the seven people gathered together and discovered that their attire was very different. Zhang Daoxuan is dressed in an oriental robe with an immortal style. Lu Meng was wearing a laser tights. Alger was wearing armor and pipes, with heavy iron cables and mechanical parts running through his shoulders and arms.

At this time, the seven people looked at each other and finally realized that their times were different.

"—Wait, I think I understand..." Eli looked at Alger and quickly realized: "In other words, we are not on the same world line from beginning to end? Are all the players I met before fake?"

"I see…"

“No wonder, the third tower has been opened before I can clear the first tower. It turns out that it was the progress of Su Mingan’s world line that drove us.”

The people present were all smart people, and they quickly figured out what was going on.

Alger's eyes moved slightly: "This should be the second time for all of us to meet since the dungeon was opened."

 The first time was Destiny Cinema.

 At that time, the theater said something:

 …

　　【Welcome to Destiny Cinema. 】

Since someone reached the edge of the world, a certain mechanism was triggered, and the players were finally able to gather here. 】

 …

At that time, Alger felt that the word "finally succeeded" was very strange to use. It was clear that the dungeon had not passed for a few days and it was not difficult to get together, but it was still used like this. The wording of World Game's system has always been very rigorous. He had studied literature and could easily detect the subtle differences.

 It would have been better if he had realized it earlier.

“By the way, have any of you participated in the Destiny Cinema?” Agnes raised her chin and looked around.

 No one nodded.

"Humph...I see, so that thing was indeed made by the gods to guide us." Agnes said with an expected expression: "But I haven't seen the fate of those five people until now. Sure enough, It must be fake."

"It's hard to say." Eli reminded kindly: "There are ten thousand world lines, and anything can happen. Maybe the picture you can't see is already one in nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times more likely. It happened. I don’t think gods do useless things. Maybe you can actually see your destiny come true.”

Alger has been quietly staring at their exchanges, like a quiet falcon.

Mizushima Kawa Sora has always been quiet. She closed her eyes and concentrated, as if she didn't want to participate in any discussion, and her posture was quite arrogant.

Xue Qixia wore "Heart Blood" earrings, looked at the dome with a smile, and read the mythological murals from thousands of years ago with relish. From time to time, she clasped her hands together, not sure whether it was sincere or just for show. When the last person walked in, everyone was quiet.

 He wore a robe embroidered with the patterns of the Old Gods, with white curled fluff covering his cheeks. Every step he took seemed to be walking in a painting, almost silently, and seemed to be very harmonious with this church, without any sense of incompatibility. It makes people feel as if the characters on the mural are breaking through the oil paint and walking toward them, carrying the weight and reincarnation of thousands of years on their bodies.

 The breathing suddenly became very light, and no one made a sound. It wasn't until the nine-headed candle on the table suddenly lit up and the silence was broken by a "clump" that people came to their senses, and unknowingly a layer of cold sweat broke out on their backs.

 …

[No. 1 Su Mingan, No. 2 Yue Yue, No. 3 Lu Shu, No. 4 Noel, No. 5 Mizushima Kawakora, No. 6 Xue Qixia, No. 7 Eli, No. 8 Agnes, No. 9 Zhang Daoxuan, No. 10 Alger , No. 11 Burris, No. 12 Lu Meng. 】

　　【Please take a seat. 】

 …

 According to the numbers in front of the chairs, twelve people sat down.

There were many strangely decorated chairs, and it took a lot of effort for the player to sit down. Agnes was half-lying on the cross chair, not knowing how to sit at all.

 Twelve players, this is a configuration number for a classic competitive board game. Suspicions and lies, deception and negotiations are often held around this number, and they don't know what they will face.

 No. 1 is a real god's seat, carved with patterns unique to the old gods, and is significantly different from other chairs. After Su Mingan sat down, his eyes met with Mizushima Kawakora.

 Speaking of which, they had been fighting for so long in the past ten days, but this was the second time he had actually met Mizushima Kawakora.

So many battles, so many tit-for-tat confrontations...it turns out that they have been standing across the mirror, raising their swords in the mirror, trying to shatter each other's reflection in the lake.

"...I heard that in your world line, you were swallowed up by the shadow, and imprisoned in Jiuyou by the gods." Mizushima Kawakora suddenly said: "Is it true that you are now?"

  Their seats are almost facing each other, and they can meet their eyes if they raise their eyes.

 People show concern. For them, the overlapping shadows and gods are enemies that cannot be touched, and they will feel dangerous even if they look at them. Su Mingan has already faced them.

“…It’s true.” Su Mingan said, “But it has nothing to do with you.”

 His attitude has become extremely cold. Obviously Mizushima Kawa Sora's behavior has worn away his patience.

 Noel glanced over and asked silently.

Su Mingan responded with his eyes.

 …

of course it's true.

 …

Jiuyou.

 The starlight condensed into two thrones. Duoying sat on one of the chairs, opposite Su Ming'an.

Su Mingan’s whole body was frozen with frost, and golden blood flowed from his wounds. It was obvious that he had not escaped from the Nine Netherworld, but he had his eyes closed, as if his soul was not here at all.

Die Ying held his chin with one hand and rested it on the armrest of the throne, staring at Su Ming'an like this. They have maintained this posture for two hours. Since the complete blockade of Jiuyou, the two of them have hardly moved, like a silent confrontation.

 Until Duoying suddenly shook his shoulders and laughed.

“…Soul ferry, life hard drive.” Duiying put his hands on his face. Between the five fingers, he showed his inhuman smile: "It's such a method, you... you really dare to bet."

 Schrödinger's cat, before the box is opened, it is impossible to determine whether the cat is alive or dead.

 A person is saved into the life hard drive and resurrected. Others have no way of knowing whether the resurrected person is the original person or an exact replica.

When Su Mingan resurrected others on the battlefield, he thought - can he try to record himself? If he resurrects himself, does it count as himself? After all, even gods can't replicate Su Ming'an 100%, and there is a big gap between Black Magpie and Xiao Jingsan. So can he do it himself?

So he put his fingers on his forehead and silently recited "Soul Ferry".

 He felt that there was an extra white light in his mind, and he injected this white light into his clone. The system prompts:

 …

  【You have backed up "yourself" to the clone. 】

 …

 This surprised him.

His situation is different from other resurrected persons. Other resurrected persons may no longer be the deceased himself, but he can be the person himself because his soul has not died due to the end of his life.

Subsequently, he tried to be reborn into an ordinary bionic body, but failed—it turned out that only a body that was exactly the same as him could accept his soul.

 He knew a long time ago that he could control the clone in real time, share senses, and be resurrected in the clone after his own death. So in terms of the concept of "body", the clone is essentially a part of him, almost indistinguishable from each other.

 The only thing that distinguishes them is the self-awareness of the clone.

But when he poured his own data into the clone, temporarily replacing the clone's self-awareness, the clone's body was as if it completely belonged to him - sensory interoperability, consciousness interoperability, real-time control, and other aspects were exactly the same. If these conditions are met, then he is indeed equivalent to having two bodies.

 But only the clone can achieve this. Because even if he makes an identical bionic body, he cannot share the senses and consciousness with the bionic body. Only the clone's skill characteristics can achieve this.

 Soul ferrying has the highest degree of compatibility with himself. This made him increasingly suspicious that the old gods from thousands of years ago might really have something to do with him.

 (End of this chapter)