first player

After the game was over, the gods said that we should conduct a thousand-year simulation with 100% authenticity to simulate the situation after a thousand years and imprint it into reality.

I participated in the simulation and possessed my descendant Xiao Jingsan.

Thousands of years later - in the year 829 of the old days, I finally met the destined man, the good man I had not seen for a long time, and the... whitest tower.

Su Mingan.

he came.

The Old World...is his tenth copy.

I invited him to meet offline in "Louyueguo", but he was always wary of me.

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["Before I finish picking up my memories, every path I take is to test the rules." Li Mingyue said: "If you are afraid, leave the Guoshi Pavilion as soon as possible."]

["Ha, will I be afraid?" Xiao Jingsan said to himself: "Will I be afraid? It's obviously the same..."]

……

Obviously we are all the same.

Dieying ordered me not to reveal my identity, so I could only make insinuations. Unfortunately, it was difficult for Su Mingan to understand such a subtle hint.

Then I suddenly discovered the chaos on the Internet - someone dared to scold Su Ming'an. I remember when Noel single-handedly sprayed tens of thousands of buildings. So I immediately followed suit and instructed Xiao Jingsan to use his identity as the former deputy leader of the Holy See to rant against those people. As expected, no one dared to rant against Su Ming'an anymore.

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[Old Holy See·Deputy Leader: @京红飞. I want you to take off your fandom, or you want you to dislike me again? Who do you think you are, daring to question the No. 1 Dream Patroller? Keys cost three yuan a piece and two keys five yuan. How many keys do you want? 】

……

I feel great.

I cursed people with the homophone of "Longguo", but I don't know if Su Mingan noticed it.

Ahem... "How many do you deserve?" Although it is not so civilized, it is very homophonic.

After abandoning kindness, I can live so freely.

These people were not because I was right, they were just afraid of the crimes of the old Holy See that massacred the city, so they quickly shut up.

They were so rampant in the face of "goodness", relying on Su Mingan's kindness to scold him. But in front of my "evil", I suddenly stopped talking. It's obvious that Su Ming'an's strength is still higher than mine, but just because he doesn't know how to massacre civilians, they can point their noses at him and scold him like this.

At this moment, I suddenly understood why the world has fallen into this state. It turns out that good people are not rewarded, and evil people have more freedom.

In my heart, the last fragments of the tower completely sank into the soil.

——My idealism is shattered, but so what?

……

Later, we met in the dark mist. Su Mingan didn't seem to like the old Holy See that I built.

...It doesn't matter, sooner or later it will turn into food for you to become a god. This is all built for you.

...Su Mingan. You are the whitest tower. The tower in my heart has collapsed, but you will never collapse.

I don't like Su Ming'an that much. But he has become a symbol of a "tower" in my heart. If he collapses, my persistence in life for so many years will collapse instantly, and my former idealism will become a joke, so I will do my best to maintain his nobility.

He is my new White Tower.

He is the last "goodness" I trust in humanity.

On the seventh day of the copy, he gave me a blackbird sculpture with shoddy workmanship. I didn’t take it seriously, but I caught a glimpse of the text at the bottom of the blackbird sculpture.

……

【Made in China】

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——This is the first time I have seen words about my hometown after being away from my hometown for more than 20 years. Horizontal folds and strokes are the most beautiful fonts in my heart. I almost thought I would never see such square characters again.

I eagerly took it, wiped the dust off, and held it in my arms. At this moment, I seemed to smell the smell of my hometown. The smell of Lantern Festival and firecrackers lingered in my nose, and I almost wanted to cry. Who can understand the sudden burst of emotion a wanderer feels when he sees the words about his hometown.

I carry the blackbird sculpture in my left breast pocket and it becomes another piece of my heart.

I firmly wanted to see my mother. In addition, I will also do my best to help Su Mingan pass the customs. Although I can't go back, he must go home.

Good people should be rewarded.

As for me whose hands are stained with blood and who no longer believe in kindness... I want him to remain white forever.

Then Duiying finally gave me the task.

——[Kill Su Mingan].

It was like a bolt from the blue.

I stared at Him in disbelief. Once again, I’m faced with the “choose one” dilemma – why do I have to make this choice? Why do I have to choose between my mother and others?

Duiying just smiled, as if he was happy to see my struggle.

"I refuse..." My voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"Think more carefully, and you will make the right choice." Duiying smiled, seeing that I didn't mean what I said.

"No, Su Mingan is a good person, and good people should be rewarded with good things. I can't treat him with malice..." I said.

"Really? Then you swear, swear to dedicate your life to Su Ming'an. Let your mother be buried with your ideals. She won't last long. Can you decide your mother's fate?" Duiying mocked. : "Give you some time, go back and think about it."

I can no longer be idealistic.

I was about to become the person I hated most—the evil person who attacked good people.

But for the first time in so many years, someone was so dazzling, and the noble white tower he transformed into... tempted me. So much so that the moment I saw him was the moment I was most looking forward to.

As the manager, when I swore allegiance to Su Mingan, my whole body was shaking. Obviously this is the moment I long for most - I see him. But it scares me the most.

I'm trembling.

"Do I really want to kill him?" Every time I see him, I keep thinking:

"Why...the person pulling this trolley pole...is me again?"

"Why am I in a tragic and passive position from beginning to end?"

"Why do you want to kill Su Ming'an?"

In fact, as long as I refuse to overlap, good people will be rewarded with good things - Su Ming'an's kindness in Baisha Paradise made him get "good rewards" from me, which made me reluctant to kill him.

But if I refuse to overlap...

My mother received rescue resources because of Edward's words. And Su Mingan killed Edward in the ninth world. When Edward died, everyone around him was liquidated, including my mother. Even if those superiors did not want her life, she would not be able to continue receiving treatment.

I tried to ask Su Mingan for help. But Dieying told me that even Su Ming'an could not save the fire from afar. As long as I dared to betray her, my mother would never be safe.

I finally realized the darkness of fate.

It goes around and around, swimming from beginning to end, from end to end - in order to save my mother, I shattered the white tower in my heart and fell into this world. I want to repay Su Mingan and let "good people get good rewards", so I regard him as the second White Tower. But Su Mingan killed Edward. In order to save my mother, I had to personally prevent "good people from receiving good rewards."

...why.

...Why...just because he is kind?

My eyes were like dry ditches - I thought for a moment, why should I go through this? Why didn't I die completely that night in White Sand Paradise?

Why has this circuit - my life, my ideals, my sense of good and evil - turned me into a complete joke?

I drank a lot of peach blossom wine and looked at the starry sky close at hand in confusion. In a daze, I seemed to see the white tower. He had jet-black hair hanging loose, his eyes were like eternal obsidian, and he was wearing a doctor's white coat and walked towards me.

A halo of light engulfed his palms, as if he was holding a small but beautiful blue planet.

I tried to reach out my hand, but he avoided it. He still held the beautiful blue planet and didn't look at me. Maybe in his eyes, I'm just an inexplicable yandere NPC.

Obviously for the past twenty years, I have been eager to see him. He may have forgotten the trembling cowards that night in White Sand Paradise - but I never walked out of that night. I kept describing his appearance, the way he stretched out his hand towards me, the thumping heartbeat in his white coat... I was afraid that time would pass by and decades would pass by, and I would forget the White Tower.

Now, I need to choose between the White Tower and my mother.

Now I need to choose between idealism and realism.

Now I need to choose between good and evil.

What would the kindest me be like?

What would the most evil me be like?

I lost a lot of stuff.

I lost my childhood self.

——I became the Zhu Wujie who threw the meteor hammer at the young hero Hongmao in front of the cliff.

……

I suddenly understood why Boss Rabbit chose me. It turned out that it was for this moment that I became an obstacle for him.

The white tower in my heart is willing to carry the lame mud and sand down.

And I was just the ugly sand beneath his feet.

...how bad it is.

It turns out that I was never the Rainbow Cat from the very beginning.

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"——Die Ying! Take me away! Use my life to exchange for his life, use my life to set him free. Please——"

"Invade the old world and take away this civilization, no matter what - let him go! Let him go!"

Xiao Ying trembled uncontrollably. He stood in the blazing fire of the old palace and shouted at the overlapping shadow above the starry sky.

In the most humble manner, he asked Duoying to let Su Mingan go.

He has made every effort to fight against this cruel "choice between two". Originally, Dieying asked him to "kill Su Ming'an personally", but he resisted for a long time and threatened to die, so Dieying reduced the task to "blow up the old shrine".

He has done it to the extreme. As long as Su Mingan moves forward, there will be no obstacles.

Pity, love, hate, ideals, kindness... they have all been thrown away by him, and he has become something that his eighteen-year-old self did not recognize. For the sake of his mother and hometown, he became a man with blood on his hands and a taciturn man. He was no longer the young man who righteously questioned the organizers.

He has no death rollback, so he can't have the best of both worlds. Ordinary people have no choice when it comes to their mother's life. If you were someone of the same age, there would most likely be the same choice as him.

——Throw down the explosives and your mother will survive.

——If you don’t throw the explosives, your mother will die.

There is no leeway.

His ears were ringing, the sound of scorching fire, the sound of collapsing ruins, the sound of heat waves... He looked at Su Ming'an above the sky, and his heart was so painful that it was about to burst.

"Su Mingan, I..." He wanted to express his pain.

……

[Xiao Ying took out a blackbird sculpture, put it against his forehead, smiled softly, and said something obscure:]

["...Obviously we are the same...Su Ming'an."]

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[General Qin looked at Su Ming'an, the resentment in his eyes was exactly the same as that of Xiao Ying - a look that he had longed for for a long time. 】

……

Long missed.

I have longed for you - for your ideal white tower - for you, the hero in my life.

When I see you, I seem to see the embodiment of my most fervent ideals.

"Su Ming'an, I really miss you..." He wanted to say how much pain he had suffered.

He wanted to say how many times he recalled that night in White Sand Paradise.

He wanted to say how much he longed to see him.

But the noble white tower overlooked him, its eyes cold and sharp, almost making him lose his speech.

——The young hero on the cliff pulled out the Changhong Sword and looked down.

"You are me..." the young hero said.

The young hero's eyes were full of strangeness.

Xiao Ying's pupils widened, and cold air poured into his throat.

He almost felt that he was standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering on the edge of a cliff, and that as long as a cold wind blew, he would fall off the cliff.

"...the most unforgivable person."

"Xiao Ying."

A long wind blows.

Blackbird falls off a cliff.

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["What is a bad person, what is an ideal."]

["Are they antagonistic? I became a bad person for the sake of my ideal. Is it my fault?"]

[Su Mingan said nothing. 】

[Xiao Ying suddenly lifted the quilt and faced him: "Which is more important, procedural justice or result justice? God... No, Lord Angel, can you tell me?"]

……

——Procedural justice or result justice, which one is more important?

——Bad guy, ideal. Are the two absolutely antagonistic?

Cartoons will always tell him that if evil does not prevail over good, the ideals of bad people will definitely not be realized, but the ideals of good people will definitely be realized in the finale.

So he became a bad guy in order for good people to realize their ideals.

but why……

Why after four worlds... Su Ming'an has become so concerned about his companions, even with victory in hand, Su Ming'an is unwilling to move forward?

Xiao Ying only watched Su Ming'an through the screen of the live broadcast room. At that time, he thought that Su Ming'an only needed to pass the level perfectly and would not hesitate to sacrifice anyone, but he did not expect... what he saw was only the image Su Ming'an was willing to show.

There is no difference between him and the humans under the tower.

The blackbird sculpture fell into Su Ming'an's hands. His eyes fell on Xiao Ying, and he instantly understood where Xiao Ying came from.

Five corpses swayed behind him along with the puppet wires, accompanying him to look at this crude black bird sculpture.

"Dragon Kingdom (China)." Su Mingan read this line of text gently.

"...Hmm." Xiao Ying squeezed out this sentence from his throat:

"That's between you and me..."

"Common hometown."