First Player

Bai Lian raised the corners of her mouth and showed a wry smile. She reached out her hand half-consciously, half-fuzzy, and touched his face.

From Su Mingan’s dark pupils, she seemed to see the mighty river, the flying kites, the candied haws and colorful cloth outside the palace wall...

However, those do not belong to her. She is not the white fox entangled in three lives. It is just her stolen life. She is a missionary from a command ship and a thief in life, not the palace maid sister that Su Shaoqing longed for in 615.

 It’s over…nothing can be brought back.

 The hibernation cabin closed and Su Mingan turned around and left. He turned even paler.

 Some people will not survive even if they hang their lives with blood. So whenever they approach death, Su Mingan will put his hand on their foreheads, "store" them and put them into the life hard drive.

There are more and more light spots in my brain.

 One day, when the light spot reached the amount of "one thousand", he heard the sound of the system.

 …

  【You have fully understood the essence of "soul ferrying". It is detected that the compatibility with your profession "Baishen" is as high as 88%, and the "Baishen" profession has evolved. 】

　　【You have gained a new active skill: Soul Ferry. 】

 【Soul Ferry lv.1 (Purple Level):

 When you ask for the consent of others in the copy, you can condense the emotions and memories of others, store them in your own mind, and use the weak abilities of others. (It will only take effect if the other person dies). 】

　　【In the future, if you touch more concepts, technologies or authority related to "soul" and "life", maybe you can "resurrection" them. 】

　　【As long as you live forever, all the lives you have stored will be "eternal". You alone are the spiritual unity of a race. But killing you is equivalent to killing an entire civilization in an instant. 】

 …

　　【Combat power: 4400+100! 】

 …

 Soul ferrying has developed into a part of the profession. From then on, he can carry other people's undead to fight, regardless of any copy. He alone is the entire hard drive of civilization.

 …Does this make sense?

Su Mingan doesn’t know. Because he doesn't know what the concept of "resurrection" is, nor does he know the extent to which others can be resurrected. This is like a big cake, although it is far away, it looks delicious.

 …It would be nice if this skill could come earlier.

He looked at the names on the Ring of Time, each one, each... his fingers tightened little by little.

 …It would be nice if I could come earlier.

 But he suddenly thought... There was no mention of "cannot save players" in this skill concept.

so,

 What is this for...

 …

 An old man holds a stone in his hand.

As the stream of light poured into the stone little by little, the old man's expression began to decline, and the stone gradually became more radiant. He then handed the stone to a soldier, who took it away.

“…Who will give this stone to?” the old man asked.

The soldier replied gently: "Give it to some angel or god. It will always be useful."

 The old man smiled and nodded, his breath getting lower little by little:

“It’s good as long as it’s useful, it’s good as long as it’s useful…”

 People create a cycle.

An old man who had participated in the world game and was about to end his life and had no fighting ability, voluntarily gave up his life force and poured it into the stone. The stones will be passed by the soldiers to the key people of the Millennium Project, such as the thirteen managers, powerful time travelers, or directly to players such as Su Mingan, so that they can exchange the stones for points and blood bottles.

 Su Mingan and other players who drank the blood bottle can continue to bleed after their health is restored, feeding blood to more critical combat forces.

 It goes on like this.

 It seems to have formed a distinct and cruel life chain. It’s just that the “producers”, “consumers” and “decomposers” of nature have become alienated into specific people.

 This is the method Xiao Ying came up with. He can always come up with crueler yet more effective methods.

 When the soldier walked out of the bungalow carrying the stone, several children gathered around him.

 “I have participated in the third world game, and I also want to make rocks!” The children were jumping around on the land.

 “And me! And me!”

 “Take me with you! I don’t want to live that long, life is too boring!”

The soldiers scolded them: "The gods command all children to live well! You will live for forty or fifty generations! Your life will be very long!"

“The gods look like they are only six or seven years older than us.” The children said.

 “Why is He so much more powerful than us?”

 “It would be great if I could help…”

Instead of taking their lives, the soldier stuffed a small glass tube in his arms into them: "Here, this is a new 'medicine'. You can send it to the aid station over there. Go quickly! I'm staring at you." you."

 The children pursed their lips and turned around holding the glass tubes. They know that this is a very precious "medicine", and adults attach great importance to it every time. Just a drop can save people. It's pale gold and looks beautiful, like flowing gold. They don't know how it was created, but the adults say that the gods are omnipotent, so it makes sense for the gods to conjure the magic medicine.

 “It’s so beautiful!”

 “It’s really a miracle medicine…”

  The golden liquid shone in the sunlight, and smiles appeared on the children's faces.

Xiao Ying stood in the shadows, watching people rejoice over the arrival of the "miraculous medicine".

 He was confused and puzzled at first—why the gods would have mercy on human lives and why they would bleed to save people. He gradually began to develop feelings similar to "resentment". This resentment is not against humans, but against gods.

 Hateful to God for why he cannot cherish himself a little and why he regards his body as a prop. Did you really fall down one day and realize that you were just giving stupid kindness?

 Until he stood in front of Su Mingan and asked his doubts.

The pale-faced Su Mingan answered him like this:

“I am not so kind as to save everyone. They are strangers to me, and I will not risk my life to save them.”

"But I can't do nothing... I'm afraid that if I pity myself a little more, I will cause more lives to die, cause the defense line to retreat, and affect the people and things I really care about. A horseshoe may destroy an empire. "

"I'm afraid that the soul lights in my mind will start to appear my acquaintances... and even you will start to appear."

 …That’s it.

So that's the case.

 Xiao Ying stepped back continuously. The resentment in his heart faded, replaced by sadness. If before he could comfort himself with the reason that "the gods are too stupid", he could still think of ways to reverse the situation. Now he finally noticed a kind of sadness - he had no way to change it.

 The gods need "them".

 …

 Su Mingan began to feel dizzy more frequently. So much so that when he sensed the power of time on the rooftop, he didn't even notice the shadow approaching.

It was just a superimposed shadow. It was across the Utopia and could not even touch him, but it almost touched his shoulder.

“…By the way, Changge is still suffering from the cold at this time.” Duiying lowered his head and said meaningless words: “Why don’t you go back and take a look?”

Su Mingan just remembered.

 Oh yes, there is also a Changge who is suffering from the cold.

"When the dungeon is over, I will treat him to a barbecue in the main **** world. His gains will be far more than ordinary players, so you don't need to worry." Su Mingan said.

 Duoying smiled: "You said that because you were sure of your victory in advance? You have already thought about eating barbecue."

Su Mingan said: "You say that because you are telling me that Changge is true and will it be true a thousand years later?"

 Duoying's eyes moved, and he seemed to smile even more enthusiastically.

　　…“…five days to go.”

"Yes, your pride will not last more than five days." Su Mingan said.

 Duoying said nothing.

Su Mingan walked straight down, deciding not to come to the rooftop again to avoid encountering him again.

 After this, the fifth world game begins.

Except for Su Luoluo and Li Yuxuan, no one else was selected for this world game. The chaos caused by this world game is the greatest - because most of the players are people from the Ten Thousand Era, people become unscrupulous after gaining power, causing a dimensionality reduction blow to their era. Many people in the Ten Thousand Era began to admire the power of higher dimensions and actively turned to Dual Shadow.

 The command ship has also officially entered the first year of the Sky Generation.

 The command ship is independent of ten thousand timelines, but that does not mean that its time will be frozen forever, otherwise everyone will be immortal. It will "parallel" with other timelines. When it enters "Year 1", it means that the anchor point of time falls at the position of "Year 1".

  Simply put, “Year 1” is now the most important timeline.

 …

On the night of the thirteenth day of the dungeon, a manager walked into the old shrine and begged Su Mingan:

"Please...I heard that you can resurrect the dead. Resurrect my mother. Please..."

Except for Chao Yan and General Qin, most people do not understand the nature of soul ferrying, nor do they understand what a life hard drive is. They only know that the gods are omnipotent and can create "magic medicine" and resurrect the dead.

Su Mingan knows the manager, Yi Zhongyu. Yi Zhongyu used to be equal to him, and could even walk side by side, talk and laugh together. However, now the gap between them has widened to the point of being untouchable.

Su Mingan looked at the kneeling young man and responded: "I don't have the complete emotions and memories of your mother. Even if I resurrect her, she will still be a walking corpse..."

"That's okay, please..." the young man begged.

So after that, people often saw Yi Zhongyu walking slowly on the street holding a woman's body that looked like a zombie.

 People are becoming more convinced.

 The gods can easily do things they cannot.

 The gods can easily grant wishes that they cannot get.

 God is omnipotent.

Since he has ascended to the throne of God, it is natural that humans cannot truly understand God.

Su Mingan looked at the growing list of names in his hand and lowered his head. He followed the extremely fast flow of time and surrendered himself to the rapidly passing time, as if he was solidified into a marble statue of a god.

  Speeches again and again, farewells again and again, welcomes back again and again, and puts people into hibernation cabins again and again... It’s like nailing butterflies into specimens one by one and raising them with their own blood.

People could easily extol his reputation, fight to the death for him, fight this tug-of-war with all their might—but there was only one thing they could not do.

  —to bear the burden of his soul.

Time passed to the early morning of the fourteenth day of the dungeon. Su Mingan's consciousness suddenly fell into a trance for a while, and his mind went blank.

At that moment he suddenly realized—

 I seem to be following the same path of Asa Akto.

This concept was like a basin of cold water, pouring on him instantly, waking him up from his trance. His eyes were clear, his fingers were trembling unconsciously, and the vague names on the list were bunched up by him.

yes. yes.

—Isn’t this what Akto suffered after the end of the century cataclysm? Being worshiped as a god, being praised by others, witnessing life and death...and then gradually becoming numb, sad, and worn out.

Su Mingan’s current situation is almost exactly the same as the days in Akto’s Emotional Resonance.

 But the biggest difference is that everyone in this era bears a similar burden to him, and no one lives in vain. And he didn't even have any other way to go. Akto could leave everything behind and live in seclusion with Ba Xi. And if he leaves everything behind, the command ship will instantly fall apart.

 —Because the path he is taking now is indeed the right path.

As long as you keep going, you will definitely reach the end point - the right path.

 He was not allowed to go back or reverse course. Only forward, only forward.

 He put the list on the table and muttered to himself. I don't know if he is talking to the distant audience or to himself. The voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

　　…I really tried my best.”

“Just a few more days of suffering and it will be over…”

 …

 Early morning on the fourteenth day of the copy. Day 1 year, January 1st. Chaoyan walked up to him.

"I want to train you into a qualified savior, but you are still immature and not enough. That's why your soul is so tired and burdened because you have taken on too many unnecessary things. You are not mature enough." She looked at him:

"…Do you want to?"

There seemed to be a river of time between them. She had been weathered since the first time he saw her. She is an independent and complete individual, but she has opened up a space for him and accepted him as a young man.

 She is far older than him.

Her life experience is far better than his, and she knows better than him how to sail the ark of civilization well. Even if the Ark of the Old World is about to reach its destination soon, he can still remember the experience she taught to the next copy, or even much later.

 After understanding this.

There seems to be no other answer.

"good."

 The nineteen-year-old **** nodded.

 There is no other reason than an equation.

 An equation that he had understood a long time ago.

 …

His life = the life of Lu Shunuo Er Yueyue and others + the life of Chaoyan Li Mingyue and Xiao Ying + the lives of Xia Jiawen, Li Yuxuan, Yi Zhongyu and other followers + the lives of six billion people in the old world + Zhai Xing's seventy billions of lives

 One left and one right, the balance is stable.