First Player

“Since there is no novice level this time, let’s ask our leader to give a speech for us. Everyone welcomes you with applause!” Boss Rabbit applauded. Maybe it's because World Game has happened so many times that it doesn't even bother to tell the rules this time.

 “Pa.” A ray of light hit Su Mingan.

 He was expressionless and calm without any warmth.

…do what.

 …Why let him do it again.

An invisible force pulled him, trying to pull him up to give a speech. Six months ago he succumbed to this force. At this moment, he suddenly began to resist, pulled out the amber knife, and pierced it firmly into the ground. His black hair was fluttering with the force of the wind, but his body was like a wooden stake, firmly fixed in place.

This time there was no mask on his face and everyone saw him.

“…Is that, Lord God? It turns out that Lord God also participated in this game.”

"But isn't he a god? Why does he look no different from us?"

 “It turns out that even the gods can’t compete with the organizers?”

 Surprise, disappointment, awe, admiration... all kinds of eyes wandered over his body, and he held the hilt of the sword tightly, as if he was fighting against something uncontrollable.

 Boss Rabbit appeared next to Su Mingan in the next moment. Many people closed their eyes. They were afraid that Su Ming'an would be killed because he was disobedient. There had been precedents before.

 But the microphone came close to Su Mingan’s mouth, and the pulling force stopped.

Su Mingan raised his head and saw blood-red eyes close at hand, like a pair of bright rubies.

"...Since you don't want to go to the sky to give a speech, you can just speak on the ground. It doesn't matter." Boss Rabbit handed the microphone to his mouth. Compared with the banter with other humans, he was very gentle to him: "Say something. Bar."

 It made concessions to him.

Su Mingan faced the shocked gazes of the people around him. He suddenly felt that he was separated from the species called "human beings".

 The organizer is always like this.

 Differentiation. The separation between him and others has been like this from the beginning: saving him from the bomb of the United Regiment, the unique auction room, the maid Xiaona who served him everywhere, and the person who was obviously punched by Su Mingan but chose to forgive. Boss Rabbit, the organizer who appears as soon as he calls...

 “I don’t want to talk about it.” Su Mingan whispered.

His expression was too calm, not because of the short-term nightmare, but because of the long-term collapse, pressing on him like a collapsed castle.

"Hey? Don't you want to talk? But weren't you eloquent at the beginning? A nineteen-year-old human being can calmly and impromptuly speak in front of a billion people." Boss Rabbit blinked his eyes, and his red pupils were full of excitement. Grievance: "What a pity, what a pity... What extinguished your enthusiasm?"

Su Mingan didn’t want to talk.

His enthusiasm has not died down, but he just doesn’t want to put all his energy into this absurd mock drama. It doesn't make sense. Many things don't make sense from the beginning.

“Okay, if you don’t want to talk about it, don’t talk about it.” Boss Rabbit was very tolerant: “Then let’s start the game.”

 The next moment, Su Mingan's whole body froze.

 Then there is a succession of light and shadow. passed before his eyes.

　　—should be the copy in this world game:

In the glow of the Northland, scientific expedition personnel with heavy equipment carried bottles and cans and stepped on the blood flowing on the ice sheet. The black-haired young man jumped up from the sea and summoned the fish that looked like jagged rocks, as if he was the master of the sea.

 On the mechanical airship, the worker finished checking the last screw and left. The black-haired young man was condensed into a human form from the sludge, like a pitch-black slime, swallowing up the airship bit by bit amidst the sound of the storm outside the window.

Under the blue-purple sky, a black-haired young man wearing a divine uniform walked past the white altar and looked toward the dense forest in the distance. Colorful elves, goblins with hammers, giants as tall as mountains... the figures of fantasy creatures are hidden among the realms.

 In a house filled with medicines, the black-haired young man lowered his head and adjusted the mechanical shotgun in his hand. On the wall was a map of streets and alleys with special words written on it. And he closed the suitcase with a click, lowered the brim of his hat, extinguished the fireplace, and walked towards the clock tower in the night.

 Scene, scene, scene after scene—all scenes that Su Mingan has never seen before.

He couldn't see them clearly, time accelerated rapidly in his perception, and his figure was like a movie played at tens of thousands of times speed... Sure enough, he couldn't experience in detail what happened in the fourth world game, he could only know —[The fact that the old gods experienced the fourth world game].

Until the end, time seemed to have passed for a long time. He lowered his head as if feeling something. The back of his hand was already covered with white marks, like holy, white, beautiful tentacles.

 His eyes could not help but be attracted to them, as if they were the most beautiful things in the world.

 “Dang—” a bell rang.

Su Mingan stood on the canopy. Everything around him was hazy, cut off by a cognitive barrier. He has no clear vision or clear touch, and only one concept in his mind - "Now is the last time to make a wish".

It seems that in the fourth world game, the old gods won in the end. He failed to end the world game early, but completed all the copies step by step.

There were faint caroling sounds all around, and the vague smell of burnt paper money came from the tip of his nose. He couldn't see the other wishers, and could only perceive their hazy figures. When the music reached its climax, he felt his mouth open and his mouth moving slightly -

　　　【I make a wish...let me gain the supreme authority to control "time"】.

Su Mingan’s eyes widened.

 He did not expect that he would say such a sentence. It is neither to redeem a civilization nor to join high dimensions, but to want authority.

It seems that the wish aspects of the first three world games have produced too many conflicts. The situation of conflicting wishes such as "I want to redeem civilization" and "I want to join the higher dimension" probably happened more than once. The situation was so complicated that it could not be offset with just one wish, so the old **** did not make a wish [I We want civilization to no longer be invaded by higher dimensions], but we need a time authority.

 With the power of time, we can indeed save the country through curves. Given enough time, many seemingly irreversible wishes can be gradually erased. This wish of the Old God was wise.

So he felt his right hand raised, as if some sharp light was gradually condensing on his fingertips...

　　【This is the materialization of your authority. 】

 He looked at his fingers.

A bright blue ring rested on his finger, shining with a fine halo.

He stretched his fingers, and the halo of the ring dangled in his eyes. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at it. He hated this sense of destiny, this feeling of being connected back and forth like an ouroboros.

 The ring of time.

 This is the gold-level equipment Ring of Time, obtained by the Old God in this world game. Su Mingan himself has the same one. When the Old God gained the power of time, the Ring of Time became one of his magical weapons.

  “...”     Su Mingan lowered his head.

But suddenly there was a plush feeling on the top of my head.

Su Mingan raised his head and saw a young man with white hair and red eyes. The young man was wearing a stage costume that looked like a host. A pair of straight legs were exposed under his shorts, and white fluffy rabbit fur could be vaguely seen. The young man leaned towards him with a smile, and a pair of soft rabbit ears placed on his forehead with two snaps.

　　　…”

"...How do you feel? Do you like this world game?" The boy with white hair and red eyes asked him, rubbing his fingers a few more times.

"I don't like it, I haven't seen anything." Su Mingan told the truth. He looked at the boyish appearance of the boss rabbit and closed the live broadcast room: "Besides, humans are just ants to you, so why do you have to pretend to be in human form? Do you think you are downgrading yourself? I have seen many pictures of your organizer at the World Forum, but you are not offended?"

 Boss Rabbit then arched his eyebrows and eyes, and his flawless face looked even more soft and beautiful.

  His eyelids were lowered, and he had a cold, inorganic smile that was indeed different from human beings.

"…how come."

 “Do you care what the ants think about themselves?”

Su Mingan said: "Really? But there is another possibility, that is, we are actually... all the same. So you don't feel offended."

  Boss Rabbit said: “It’s different.”

Su Mingan said: "But your abilities are limited and you are restricted by many things. For example, I am like this now..."

He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the young man's limp ears, and pulled hard -

With the boy's slightly shocked look on his face, Su Mingan grabbed the boy's ears, swung him back, performed a standard 180-degree backflip, and slammed the boy to the ground.

Su Mingan said: "For example, I attack you like this now, but you don't kill me. Because you also have something you care about. You are obviously restricted by the world game."

 The young man slowly got up from the ground, with an innocent expression on his face. Su Mingan suddenly discovered that Boss Rabbit's appearance no longer looked twisted, disgusting, or deformed at all. Obviously when he first faced Su Ming'an, Boss Rabbit looked ferocious and terrifying, capable of scaring a three-year-old child to tears, but now he looks like a cute little boy. It seemed to symbolize that its attitude towards Su Ming'an was becoming softer and more respectful.

“—Then you are saying this now.” Boss Rabbit said: “—Is it because you want to declare war on us?”

His voice was filled with laughter, but there was a terrifying darkness behind it.

 The meaning contained in this sentence is enough to affect the entire civilization.

The scales clicked and clicked. Su Mingan looked at him. There was a small distance between them, less than forty centimeters, a very unsafe distance. The looming film between them seemed to be torn off, that film... mixed with lies, fear, coercion, those in power, the desire of the number one player, and the favor of the organizer.

The sky is still ringing with vague singing, and hundreds of millions of people are standing below watching, waiting for the end of the old god's wish.

In such a depressing atmosphere, Su Mingan suddenly smiled. He stretched out his hand and touched Boss Rabbit's head.

 Soft and feels good in hand.

"No. I just want to feel the feel of your hand." Su Mingan retracted his hand: "It feels good."

 The young man looked at him with nothing in his ruby ​​eyes.

"I remember that you couldn't interfere in the world game, even if you answered my questions about the world game, you couldn't before." Su Mingan said: "Now you appear in front of me arrogantly, dragging me into the world game within the world game, Touch my head and ask me how I feel. Is it because... the old world was very special, and the gods made a bet with you, so you can intervene in the world to a greater extent, and even set traps for me. Or is it because... you Is it fake? This is just a simulation."

 The young man curled his lips.

"If you were not Su Ming'an, just by hitting me, you would have been obliterated." The young man said calmly.

"Let's try." Su Mingan said: "I hurt you, and I have triggered your [Instant Death Rule] now, right? Just like the player who leaked your secret, he was killed in full view of the public. Why don't you try to kill me?"

  Boss Rabbit looked at him silently.

 Five seconds later, Su Mingan clapped his hands: "Okay, you are fake. It was a simulation thousands of years ago. I figured it out. Thank you for your cooperation."

Boss Rabbit laughed, turned around and left. Su Mingan said:

 “Organizer.”

 The boss rabbit stopped, its ears drooping.

"Whether you are fake or real, the real Boss Rabbit is definitely listening. So, listen to me." Su Mingan stared at him and suddenly showed a gentle smile: "There must be something in me that you particularly want. We can... work together."

 He smelled the smell of blood.

 It was as if blood was dripping from the scales.

The white-haired boy turned his head inch by inch, like a rusty music box puppet, until his red eyes were focused on Su Mingan, and at this moment his expression became terrifying.

 “…Are you admitting…?” Boss Rabbit said.

 Acknowledge that you have something we particularly want.

 Admit that you have…

This question is like a weight.

 Click.

 Fell on one end of the **** scale.

Su Mingan suddenly smiled and spread his hands:

“…I was just extending an invitation to cooperate, and didn’t say anything else. What did I admit?”

"I heard the bet that the gods said. Organizer, you have gone to such great lengths to test me, even paying the price of a World Source, just to think about what I have exposed. Why is it necessary?"

"Although I was originally a great lover like Akto and Qin Wang, I can also become an extreme great lover like Su Lin and Xi Boer. Engineer Su will do anything to save the world. Because he has a hometown that he cares about, then you can control me in a thousand ways, right?"

"I remember what the gods said - "Zhai Xing is just a small boat sailing in the dark. It is a narrow boat. It sails alone in the long night and is easily destroyed by lighting a torch. It is too small, and it is too small. Of little value.】"

“[A stable, strong, and mature civilization. It should have abundant survival resources and a stable social structure, and it should exhaust its possibilities.]”

 (End of this chapter)