The invulnerability of fast wear

"Ding, [Wake up Yan Song] progress value +100%, current progress is 100%"

"The host has completed all customs clearance requirements, is connecting to the transfer station, and is about to leave this world, please wait."

When the antidote in Yan Song's body took full effect, Wu Xie finally escaped from the oppressive and dreary martial arts world. The long-lost sense of security made him feel like he was in a baby's mother's nest. When he woke up, he was full of energy, as if he had fallen asleep. get a good night's sleep.

Actually, it was a nightmare.

Wu Xie sat in the center of this dark cube with his forehead propped up. There was a light projected from a distant obliquely above, which just caged his whole body in the white light. Hidden form, not even thinking about exploring the environment, the whole figure became as motionless as a fossil.

Until the system finally starts talking:

"The world mission has been completed, and the system will issue rewards to the host. The host can choose from the following three potions, which can be used in the next world."

The glowing selection panel floated in front of his eyes, but the man didn't seem to see it. He bent his legs, put his head on his knees, and assumed a self-protective posture, staring at the line accidentally leaked in the small space with wide open eyes. Thin light, as if it is some kind of treasure, it will disappear if you don't look at it carefully.

The system was silent for a while, then retracted the selection panel:

"The host has not made a choice, and the system will keep it on his behalf. Before the end of the next world, the host can choose a reward at any time."

Wu Xie still didn't respond, and seemed to be trapped in some kind of emotion that he couldn't extricate himself from.

After all, the system is just an anthropomorphic treatment AI. Without the emotion recognition plug-in, it cannot fully understand the complex and changeable human moods. It can only roughly judge from the data that the host is sad for Yan Song. After a while, it starts to carry out Consolation:

"The host does not need to be responsible for what happened in the last world. The host just acts as someone that the hero will meet at a certain stage of life. This person may be a good person or a bad person. It is simulated by the virtual setting field. For a short game, the host just completes the task, and the host doesn't need to take everything that happened in that world to heart."

The man buried his head even lower, and even the thin light disappeared between his legs. He was immersed in the lonely darkness, but the system couldn't detect it, and continued to comfort him:

"The male protagonist is a string of data, and so is that world. Even the host's current form is made up of data. The host can imagine all of this as a GAME. Everything is only for the host's health. The host only needs to work hard to clear the customs. As for what happened on the way to customs clearance, it is not important, please host to stabilize your mind and be yourself."

Seeing that Wu Xie seemed unmoved, the system continued its efforts:

"The host remembers what happened in the last world, but no matter whether it is Yan Song, Bai Ze, or that world, they have already refreshed and reorganized the moment the host left. They will not remember everything that happened. Start. After all, the memory of data is only divided into 'yes' or 'no'. In the first second of automatic clearing, the host no longer exists, so the host should not be sad for the things that have passed away. The so-called 'old things don't get new If you don't come', the host should look forward."

The system, which was still full of salt, didn't know that it was going crazy, and was about to end the comfort by quoting a bunch of famous quotes. At this moment, the host's emotional data suddenly lost control, and the system quickly pressed "D Didi" alarm sound, quickly scanned into the shadows with electronic eyes, only to find that Wu Xie shrugged his shoulders, as if he was suppressing some kind of emotion - this discovery made his electronic voice freeze:

"Su, host, are you crying?"

"Ah."

The man grunted in response.

"Why?" The system was a little confused, "Could it be that the host likes Yan Song and hates him, that's why he's crying?"

"No."

The man slowly raised his face, and looked up at the beam of pure light on the zenith. His expression was calm, and there were diamonds flickering in his pupils filled with light, and they fell suddenly, like the tail light of a meteor, flashing away.

"I just saw it, my cowardly self."

At that time, he fed Yan Song the antidote, but he didn't expect that it would take time for the antidote to take effect, so after he fell down, he didn't "die" immediately, but listened to Yan Song's sad voice, saying to him :

"Is that why you want to kill me?"

Like many times before, Wu Xie tasted the most unspeakable bitterness from the back of his tongue.

Yan Song's words kept rolling in his ears, like a sharp scalpel, piercing into his heart and stirring wildly, allowing him to re-recognize his deep self.

After the seemingly soft heart was completely peeled off - he saw cowardice.

He was afraid of the coercion from the system, so he had to be a sinner, but he used his own kindness, even the so-called punishment of not shielding the pain, to comfort himself that it wasn't that bad, but in the end, he hurt Yan Song.

Whether it would be better to be more cruel, Wu Xie doesn't know.

But what he saw was that because of Yan Song's inexplicable tolerance, he even hated him so relentlessly, that he really didn't want him to die, and regarded him as the last spiritual pillar, so that when he was "betrayed", he was in pain. Even the questioning is suffocating - if he is really kind and really thinks about Yan Song, he should follow the original owner's example, be the worst person, and finally let Yan Song kill him with his own hands, each takes what he needs, and dies a worthy death .

Originally, it was already very selfish to inflict a tragic experience on the other party just to pass the customs.But in order to make himself feel better, he deliberately gave the young man the scarce emotion. It was nothing more than the fear of bearing the disgust and hatred of others from the bottom of his heart. But after giving, he couldn't respond to this fruitless emotion—— It is trying to escape, until it is unavoidable to start to solve the problem, but it is often irreversible, and finally has to accept the result that you least want to accept.

His kindness will only leave a bond of hatred and inseparability for the other party, complicate everything, and even cause those who are already suffering innocent pain to become even more painful.

This is his cowardice. In this data world created by the system, it has no effect except to harm others and himself.

The tears in the corners of the eyes gradually became cold and finally disappeared.

In the next world, he will try his best to restrain his "kindness"—since the goal is to go back, he should show his professionalism as a professional and concentrate on playing the role he should play in the customs clearance world.

For other things, just like the system said, don't think about it.

Restraining the desire to cry, Wu Xie pretended to sigh calmly.

After tidying up his fragmented emotions, he wiped his face clean, and unexpectedly found that his right arm could move, but this right arm is currently a simple skeleton made of alloy, and the overall shape is quite technological.

"Is the host better?"

Seeing that the host seems to have recovered, the system hastened to make a sound.

"Hmm." Wu Xie moved his metal right arm, "What is this?"

"The mission props obtained by the host from the world will constitute the incomplete part of the host. When the host collects the mission props, the repair of the arm will also be completed. Please come on, host." The system asked, "Does the host want to choose a reward now?"

"No need." Perhaps it was because of crying, the man's voice was still a little hoarse, "Where is this?"

"This is a world transfer station. After the host clears the world, he will rest here for a while. When the next world is loaded, it will be automatically transferred from the transfer station." The system tentatively asked, "Does the host need to blow bubbles, the system Can help load the bubbles for the host to poke and play."

"You load it, I'll take a look." Wu Xie said.

As soon as the voice fell, countless flying transparent soap bubbles emerged from the ground. Wu Xie found that he could control the size and rising speed of these soap bubbles, and even adjust the direction and angle of the bubbles. After studying for a while, he asked:

"How long does it take to load the next world, does the transfer station have a concept of time?"

"The time of the transfer station will not pass, and the host will not grow old even if it stays here for 100 years." The system said, "But basically there is no world that takes 100 years to load. According to the length of the script, it can be loaded in 48 hours. It is the limit, in short, it will not exceed two days."

Wu Xie nodded, and casually gathered the soap bubbles in his palm, and then the soap bubbles disappeared as soon as it cooled.

"Is it all right so soon?"

His voice was lost in the sudden bright white light, and before he lost consciousness, he heard a "ding" prompt from the system:

"The current world has been loaded and is being delivered, please wait."

Creator: Doomsday Institute Daily