After being a spare tire for four big guys at the same time [Transmigration Book]

Standing behind him is the person in charge of this frenzied battle royale game and the mastermind behind the game.

...that's another "bell scattered".

"Blame me?" said the person in charge of the game, "He sent Feng Qing back."

The tone of the person in charge of the game was cold and rigid, as if he was not surprised by the existence of another self: "I gave him a chance."

Zhong San stood still, unable to move, and the blood on his face faded away inch by inch.

"what happened……"

Zhong San's lips moved, his voice was so hoarse that it almost seemed to be squeezed out of his chest: "What's going on?"

He met the eyes of the main game envoy, and almost instantly, sharp pain exploded in his brain.

Zhong San let out a muffled snort, and big beads of cold sweat rolled down his face.

Without allowing him to make any resistance, strange, flood-like memories flooded into his mind instantly out of thin air.

……

"It's something we've done."

The head of the game said: "Once, twice, three times..."

For the first time, Zhong San watched Feng Qing die at the age of 17.

Determined to take revenge, he bought the technology company a few years later, continued the business of selling supernatural beings, and personally sent the number 13 he bought into that game.

He exhausted all means that could not be seen, and finally took the opportunity of receiving the prize to successfully enter the main control room full of crimes.

"What did you see?" Zhong San's chest rose and fell, his voice was too low to hear clearly, "What's in that main control room?"

Game Director: "Nothing."

The dilated pupils shrank slightly.

He shook, as if all the strength had been taken from his body, and his whole body became paler and paler.

……

In the first reincarnation, Zhong San entered the main control room of the game, but couldn't see anything.

There is only a huge, automatic operation host, and everything in the game world is already programmed.

Zhong San was trapped in that main control room.

As if he knew he would come, an extremely tempting option popped up on the host's screen.

...this is a selection.

This selection is about to officially start, and a reviewer is needed, and a person who controls the entire game behind the scenes is needed.

As long as he is willing to be the reviewer and agree to be the person in charge behind the game, Feng Qing will have a chance to be reborn.

Zhong San agreed to the deal.

He received a dimension boost and became a "Reviewer".

The low-dimensional particles that belonged to him were stripped out and handed over to the terminal that came from nowhere, and stayed behind the scenes to control the battle royale game.

...But he didn't expect that the terminal lied to him.

After rebirth, Zhong San also had his memory reset. He didn't remember the mistakes he made, and he didn't remember the choices he was destined to regret.

Once again, he watched Feng Qing disappear at the age of 17, and once again chose revenge by any means.

The reborn Zhong San actually sent Feng Qing into the battle royale game again.

"This reincarnation has never ended." The person in charge of the game said.

The new Zhongsan used No. 13 to kill the old Zhongsan who had become the person in charge of the game, and after learning all the truth, he chose to become the next person in charge of the game.

The next reincarnation will still be like this, going round and round again and again.

……

"To end this endless loop."

The person in charge of the game said: "The only way is to completely turn Feng Qing into a game world and end reincarnation."

The person in charge of the game: "This is also the only way to free Feng Qing..."

"Impossible!" Zhong San said sharply, "There must be other ways, obviously—"

His words stopped halfway, he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound, but cold sweat rolled down.

Zhong San's face was pale, and he stood there in a daze.

"You can't think of any other way, can you?" said the person in charge of the game, "because you are me too."

Zhong San, who had just learned everything and was so heartbroken that he wished he could die immediately, must firmly believe that there is another way.

He will use all means he can think of, will search every corner, and is willing to pay any price to correct his mistakes.

...Slowly, he will realize that not everything has a chance to regret.

This is a dead end, and you can't turn back when you go up, and the end is a bottomless abyss.

Zhong San seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

He seemed to be left with only a dark shadow, standing motionless for a long time: "You...how far have you achieved?"

The person in charge of the game looked to the side.

Only at this time, the cold tone of the person in charge of the game seemed to be mixed with some gentleness: "Xiao Feng."

A shadow slowly appeared beside him.

It was a man in black with the same appearance as Feng Qing. His body was not solid yet, and he stood neatly behind the person in charge of the game with his hands hanging down.

The man in black's eyes were empty, and his figure appeared and disappeared, like an obedient ghost.

"This game world is not complete." The person in charge of the game said, "After the world is formed, the world consciousness will be completely solidified...it will be fine by then."

Zhong San said with difficulty: "...is it all right?"

The person in charge of the game nodded.

The person in charge of the game looked at Zhong San, as if looking at his past self: "Since you let No. 13 enter the game, this game world has begun its final evolution... This evolution is irreversible, and I can't stop it. "

The game world is Feng Qing's domain, and this domain will swallow up the last part of Feng Qing's particles.

Zhong San shook his head.

He couldn't speak, he staggered to the man in black, and called him hoarsely: "Xiao Feng?"

The man in black didn't respond, and floated docilely behind the game leader.

"Come back." Zhong San begged him hoarsely, "Come back...don't you want me to start a company to support you?"

Zhong San stretched out his hand to hold the arm of the man in black, but his world consciousness had not yet solidified. He tried his best several times, but he could only grab the empty sleeve.

"I don't want to take revenge anymore, I don't care about anything."

Zhong San: "Come back, I'll take you home, okay?"

"Come home with me." Zhong San said, "I won't take revenge anymore, and I won't do business anymore..."

……

The person in charge of the game withdrew his gaze.

He is also Zhong San himself, and he understands Zhong San's current despair better than anyone else.

The human heart is like this, always start to blame yourself after knowing your mistakes, immersed in regrets that can overwhelm everything, until you find that there is no possibility of making up for it.

What he is doing is the only way to save Feng Qing.

"I know why you came out to make trouble."

The person in charge of the game turned around and looked at Yu Tang: "You are the electronic storm that the terminal wants to capture."

Yu Tang raised his eyebrows.

"As long as Xiao Feng completes his evolution, he will become a particle-level existence, capable of swallowing you reversely through the eye of the storm."

"You are worried that you will become the nourishment of this world like those players who were thrown into the world."

The person in charge of the game said: "I can promise you that I will not order Xiao Feng to do this."

"There are a lot of people I use to trade with the terminal, maybe there is the Zhan Chen you mentioned." The person in charge of the game said, "...I can help you get his life back."

The person in charge of the game: "He can go back and live a life that he has not been extracted and replaced."

Yu Tang asked, "What am I going to do?"

"You have the ability to compress the world into a singularity, don't you?"

The person in charge of the game said: "When the eye of the storm evolves and those people are completely assimilated as nourishment, you can compress this world and send us out."

The person in charge of the game: "In return, I will hand over the human being you fancy to you."

Yu Tang shook his head: "The human being I'm looking at is in the eyes of your evolving man-made storm."

"It's okay." The person in charge of the game didn't care, "It's enough to reset the time again... You give me Feng Qing's last particle."

The person in charge of the game walked towards Yu Tang, he stretched out his hand, trying to snatch the particles from Yu Tang, but suddenly stopped.

The always docile and obedient man in black reached out and grabbed him.

His movements were very slow, as if he had endured almost irresistible strong resistance, but he still tried his best to gather his fingers little by little, and held the wrist of the person in charge of the game.

The man in black shook his head slowly.

"Xiao Feng, be obedient." The person in charge of the game frowned, "I'm saving you."

The man in black opened his mouth with difficulty.

He can no longer make a human voice, and that voice is particularly strange, like countless voices from different times overlapping together, turning into some kind of almost metallic hissing.

Yu Tang: "He is begging you not to."

The pupils of the person in charge of the game trembled secretly.

"Particle-level civilizations can communicate with each other through the eye of the storm. There is no time dimension in it. I can understand his words."

Yu Tang said: "He said he didn't want to devour those people."

"He doesn't want to be the world, or a man-made electric storm."

"He's afraid of enclosed spaces, and he wants to get out."

Yu Tang: "He begs you to let him go...he begs you to let him die."

"Nonsense!" The person in charge of the game suddenly became furious, "Do you think I will hear you cheating here?! Don't think I don't know what you think!"

"No one can stop the evolution of the world!"

"The eye of the storm has completed its growth, and no one can go in or out... The people inside can't get out, and you can't go back. You will be like us!"

The person in charge of the game is almost crazy, his eyes are bloodshot, and his tone is paranoid: "This is the only way! I have used that console for hundreds of thousands of times, without exception, other methods will fall back into this endless loop... ..."

"You use the host to deduce." Yu Tang said, "Do you know why the host doesn't control the game by itself, and must find a human to be the person in charge?"

The voice of the person in charge of the game suddenly stopped.

He seemed to realize something suddenly, his breath stagnated in his chest, and his face turned pale inch by inch.

"Because programs can never fully simulate human nature."

"Particle-level civilization will not be captured by the program. If it weren't for you, Feng Qing would have been free long ago."

"Particles are free and can easily escape the net of data."

Yu Tang: "Only humans can capture an electronic storm."

The body of the person in charge of the game suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

His expression seemed to be still extremely calm, but at the same time he seemed to have gone crazy. He turned around and grabbed the man in black's hand: "Don't believe what he said...Xiao Feng, don't believe what he said."

The person in charge of the game whispered: "You believe me, I am saving you."

"I'm saving you, and only I can save you." The person in charge of the game said, "It's okay, be obedient, I'll set you free..."

He put his hand into his coat pocket, but his face suddenly changed.

"Are you looking for this?" Yu Tang asked.

The person in charge of the game suddenly turned around and stared at him firmly.

Yu Tang raised his hand and held a translucent card between his fingers: "I told you that particles are free."

The person in charge of the game let go of his hand and rushed over desperately, but it was empty.

The ground under his feet was changed evenly, Yu Tang still stood in place, raised his right hand, and let the card float in the palm of his hand.

This is a card in the shape of a poker card, where the king and king should be painted, but a clown with complicated patterns is drawn.

The clown's mouth was wide open, his eyes were cold, and an arrogant smile hung on his pale face.

Yu Tang glanced at it twice, and was about to wave away casually.

"You're crazy!" the game director yelled. "Destroy this card, and we'll all be stuck in the game forever! Give it back—"

Yu Tang: "Tell Feng Qing, what is the name of this card."

The person in charge of the game trembled, and his voice was instantly sealed in his throat.

"GAME OVER." Yu Tang said, "The game is over."

Yu Tang: "You wanted to end this game a long time ago, didn't you?"

The person in charge of the game stared at the card, his eyes were bloodshot, and he murmured hoarsely: "Give it back, we'll be trapped in the game...you don't know how long I've been stuck here... There's a madman, He has been exchanging asteroids in the penultimate level, and I can't wait for the next one to kill me..."

The man in black slowly stretched out his hand, trying to grab him again, but the person in charge of the game dodged him.

The figure of the man in black suddenly blurred, his shadow swayed, and then gathered up little by little with difficulty.

"You have arranged two retreats for yourself."

Yu Tang said: "The game world has evolved smoothly. You use this world as a reliance, and make a deal with the terminal, so that it will give you freedom."

Yu Tang: "If the evolution fails, you can use the card left to you by the terminal to end the game and escape by yourself."

"Do you know how many times he has reset?" The person in charge of the game looked at Yu Tang, "High dimensions will not be reset together. Every time he comes, I will find a way to make him die seventeen times, but he still I will come back, I will never escape..."

The voice of the person in charge of the game stopped abruptly.

One of his shoulders was pierced by the sharp awl used to threaten Zhong San, blood dripped down, and his face suddenly twisted.

Yu Tang didn't look at him, and walked towards the eye of the storm.

"You can't get in!"

The person in charge of the game pressed the wound on his shoulder, struggled for a few steps, and said in a hissed voice, "That space has been completely sealed, and no one can enter again! I have seen the results of this game countless times, and there is no mistake... put the card Give me back the card!"

Yu Tang tilted his head, and scatter all the particles of that card in front of him.

The gaze of the person in charge of the game suddenly froze.

Yu Tang asked, "Have you seen any science fiction movies?"

The person in charge of the game turned blue with pain: "What...?"

"Under what circumstances, the parallel world will collapse."

Yu Tang said: "When the same item on two timelines overlaps."

The person in charge of the game didn't understand what he was talking about at all, and frowned, looking at him in awe.

"I have a spring here." Yu Tang said, "It was given to me by the first human being I met when I found out that my core particles had been stolen. When I came to your world to look for it."

Yu Tang: "His name is Zhan Chen, and he was maintaining his guns at that time."

At that time, he was just a small ball of light, and he couldn't help being attracted by these shiny things. Zhan Chen always forbade him to hold the spring, which made him always angry.

Later, Zhan Chen died.

Zhan Chen left him the spring in the gun.

Zhan Chen has reset the time countless times, and he has repeated himself in this reincarnation countless times, but he has never looked for him again.

Zhan Chen wants to let him go, and wants him to be the freest electronic storm.

He didn't know this all the time, he had been sleeping in the eye of the storm after the concussion, and evolved into a very powerful big light group.

Until one day, he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming leaflets, left the eye of the storm, and joined Chuanshuju as the host again.

"I have a spring that my favorite human gave me."

Yu Tang said: "He also has a spring in his timeline, and he hasn't had time to give it to me."

"The eye of the storm has no time to flow. These enclosed spaces are the fears that have been rooted in Feng Qing's heart at different times."

Yu Tang narrowed his eyes, as if he was looking at a transparent map, pointing one by one along the lines with his fingertips.

"Villas, containers, hospitals, sleeping cabins, toilets, orphanages..."

Yu Tang: "The laboratory."

The person in charge of the game moved with difficulty: "What are you talking about?"

"This is the location of that laboratory."

Yu Tang's fingers were still moving in the void: "This is the dormitory for observation subjects. Walk seventeen street lights forward from the laboratory, and there is a window facing the street light."

"The curtains of this window will never be drawn, and there is a lamp inside, and the light is very warm, the first time I have seen the color in the universe."

"Someone was sitting under the window loading a gun."

Yu Tang half knelt down and measured the distance: "His gun is silver-gray, very beautiful, I want to steal a part."

"I saw the spring in the corner."

Yu Tang put down the spring: "He found me and told me..."

His voice overlapped with another voice exactly: "This one won't work, I still need to use it."

The springs of two different timelines coincided, and the space that had been completely closed shook, and with that point as the center, it split apart inch by inch like a spider web.

Like an invisible wall disappearing quietly, Zhan Chen raised his head and looked at Yu Tang, with a faint smile in his black eyes.

"It's you!" The person in charge of the game focused his eyes fiercely, "You two lunatics...you are looking for death!"

The person in charge of the game pressed the wound, panting profusely with sweat: "This world has the characteristic of 'swallowing', even if it is an electronic storm, it will not come out again..."

"That's the rule of the terminal."

Yu Tang: "From now on, I will decide the rules of the game."

The person in charge of the game has lost his mind, he is struggling to shake his head, muttering words, and struggling to get back the card that Yu Tang has analyzed long ago.

Yu Tang stopped wasting time, stood up, and stepped into the space that had been quickly repaired in the blink of an eye.

……

The color on Zhan Chen's body was already very dim.

In this space, more and more players have turned into transparent lines.

Zhan Chen's body is originally data, without the support of particles, the time it can last is not very long.

"Wait for me, little light group."

Zhan Chen stretched out his arm and caught Yu Tang: "I'll go and add some color, soon—"

Yu Tang: "I don't want to wait any longer."

Zhan Chen was slightly taken aback.

He lowered his head, and was about to ask Electronic Storm if there was any better way, but his body suddenly warmed up.

Yu Tang hugged him tightly, lowered his head, and firmly bit Zhan Chen's neck.