The invulnerability of fast wear

"Ding, [development of anti-zombie disease] progress value +10%, current progress 100%"

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

With the last will to rush to Yan Song's gate, Wu Xie left the world with the end of the world as the background before he could see the expression of the person in front of him clearly.

This time, he clearly felt something warm squeezed from all directions, continuously supplying him with the energy he needed. The process was very comfortable, like... having a water massage.

When he woke up, he returned to the center of the dark cube again, and the light was projected from the distant obliquely above, like the setting sun in the afternoon.

Wu Xie looked up, and his sight was immediately occupied by the white light. Enduring the stinging pain, he observed it. He found that the angle of the light this time seemed to be a little lower than before. I don't know if it was an illusion.

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

The man lowered his head, and a floating panel with a tilted angle was immediately displayed in front of him. There were three columns in total on the panel. Each column had detailed weapon introductions and simple icons. After clicking, a 360° observation map with no dead angle would appear, and the angle could be manually controlled, which was very convenient.

The weapons of choice this time around are revolvers, sentry knives, and crossbows.

With the experience of the previous world, Wu Xie can probably guess the distribution rules of the rewards. These optional items should be related to the customs clearance tasks in the next world, but a bad guess suddenly arises in his mind——

"The next world...wouldn't be the end again?"

"The host can rest assured that the same type of world will not appear repeatedly, and the weapon rewards are linked to the characters the host will play. For example, the doctor will get the potion, the police will get the weapon, etc."

"police?"

"It's just an assumption, everything depends on the specific loading content."

If you become a policeman, you probably won't be a villain BOSS anymore... But it's not necessarily true. If you accidentally transmigrated into a dystopian book, this kind of public office status is probably easy to win the lottery, plus the first two worlds experience - anyway, he no longer has any expectations for the character design selected by the system, if he is not a pervert, he should burn incense.

"Choose after the world is loaded." The man moved the interface away without interest, "Let's see what the specific identity is."

The system then retracted the panel like last time.

"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."

Compared with rewards, Wu Xie cared more about his right arm.

The last world was still a metal skeleton made of alloy, but now there is an extra layer of circuit boards that look extremely high-precision. These circuit boards are embedded in the middle of the skeleton like patches, and they are assembled into intermittent irregular hexahedrons—if it was before, He would probably only think that this restoration shape is very curious, but now that he has stepped into the medical field with one foot, he can't help being interested in the function of these circuit boards.

He touched the components inlaid on the metal frame, and was surprised to find that his right arm had a slight sensation. This feeling was so subtle that he couldn't help stimulating the device points repeatedly. After confirming that the right arm produced a physical response, A surge of excitement surged inside him.

"System, this kind of technology... is simply amazing!" The man excitedly said, "What is the repair principle, what is the material of this metal skeleton, what is the circuit board used to realize the pain transmission, I didn't see the connecting wire ——If this technology can be applied to the base, then the frontline troops..."

"Host." The system rarely interrupted this conversation, "We have already returned to the transfer station."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The man was stunned for a moment, he pursed his lips and returned to his senses, unconsciously touched the metal frame between his arms, and suddenly let out a laughing sigh:

"I have been a doctor for five years, and I am almost suffering from an occupational disease."

"..."

The system's electric current beeped for a while. It might have wanted to say something, but it still didn't answer the call after all. It just changed the subject:

"The host doesn't seem very sad."

"what?"

With nothing to do for the time being, Wu Xie plans to explore this so-called "transit station" area.

"How does the host see a world?"

He paused slightly when he heard the system's words, first he was surprised by the system's focus, and then asked:

"How did you start to wonder about this?"

"It's just that I don't understand the host's emotions." The system said, "Why do humans have emotions that they can't remember their own data, and why the host's reactions to the two worlds before and after are completely different? If the first question can be answered with 'uncontrollable' Come to answer, what about the second question, is it because of 'growth'?"

"Ha, it really is a very systematic thinking." The man continued to move forward in one direction, "Humans are complex creatures that are easily affected by the environment. It’s still nature, it’s always difficult to define right and wrong in this part of the discussion, based on the world I’ve seen, everyone may be right.”

"So, what does the host think?"

"Me?" The man smiled, "It's nothing special, I just feel... No matter what, I must always be worthy of myself."

"Is the host remembering those data to be worthy of himself?"

"I don't really understand the meaning of your words." Unhurriedly staring at the steps, the man's calm tone swayed in the open space, "However, if it's just because they won't remember me anymore, in order to avoid pain Choosing to ignore or forget is not cowardice, but vulnerability."

"Vulnerable?" the system said, "Obviously as long as the source of emotional fluctuations is cut off, the host will not be sad or sad. This is obviously beneficial to the host. Why is it called fragile?"

"—I said, this is really a very systematic thinking."

Stopping, he raised his hand to cover the light above his head:

"From the beginning to the end, it was never the data itself that made me suffer, but the rules and regulations imposed on the world... Your suggestion that I forget certain things to eliminate the pain is simply unreasonable."

"..." The system seemed to be lost in thought.

"And, are you sure you can represent all the 'things' made of data?" Looking towards the endless dark area, the man sighed, "1 and 0 are just made up, but it can't be said that those emotions are all fake, even The Creator is not all-knowing and omnipotent—besides... you are also one of the created ones, where did you get the courage to say these words?"

The system replied dryly:

"Maybe it was set by the programming administrator."

"...Speaking of this." Wu Xie finally showed interest, "Who is your creator?"

In fact, he didn't think the system would answer this question, but unexpectedly this time, the system not only answered, but also accurately said the other party's name:

"A programmer doing biological research, Lu Butong."

The man who didn't know where to start complaining searched the memory in his mind and found that he had no impression of the name. After a moment of contemplation, Wu Xie still asked:

"Is this person the administrator of the entire system?"

"Yes."

"Does he exist in the real world?"

"exist."

"Do I... know him?"

"I don't know him." The system said, "He is 52 years old. According to the current host relationship chain, no relevant information can be retrieved."

Wu Xie: 52? ? ?programmer? ? ?

Before I figured out what was going on here, the system beeped twice:

"Attention the host, the next world system will install an emotional plug-in and upgrade the AI ​​brain. At that time, the machine will be hosted by the split brain. Please let the host know."

"Divided brain management?"

"The host can rest assured that, apart from requiring the host to issue manual instructions to operate, the internal and external functions of the split brain are the same as they are now, and there will be no change."

"That is to say, you are going to change from automatic transmission to manual transmission?"

"The host is correct."

...it's completely unsettling.

The lights above his head followed him all the time. If he didn't know that he had walked more than 200 steps, Wu Xie would have felt that he had been standing still.

The design of the transfer station has the shadow of classic nightmares or horror movies, similar to the concept of endless stairs and infinite corridors. He couldn't help but start thinking about the person who created the system, what was he thinking when he was doing the world view structure and scene design .

"The Lu Butong you mentioned..." The man stroked his chin thoughtfully, "What kind of person is he?"

"Is he?" The system answered unexpectedly and simply this time, "It's an idiot——"

... was silenced.

Even though it feels like nothing has gone away.

Perhaps realizing that he just scolded the creator, the system abruptly changed the topic with a mechanical voice:

"When the host clears the next world, the plug-in will be installed. I hope it will bring a different experience to the host."

"...Okay." The man didn't pierce it, "Then we'll see you at the next transfer station."

"Okay." The system said, "Goodbye, host."

As soon as the words fell, a bright white light suddenly surged in. The moment he was swallowed by Guanghai, Wu Xie heard a "ding" prompt in his ear:

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

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