Middle-earth Raiders Full Plan

"I'll go check out the game you mentioned." Anila sat on the sofa at his home with a domineering face. "If it's boring, you're dead."

It will definitely not make her bored, Stryker can guarantee 100% of this, his ability has never failed.

Seeing Anila's figure disappear like a teleportation, Stryker stood there for a few seconds, then walked into the kitchen, intending to make himself a bowl of cup noodles.

Anila, she has always come and gone like the wind, as she pleases, as unpredictable as time itself.Every time she disappeared without a trace, Stryker wondered if he would ever see her again, and maybe in the time when the second hand on his clock did not turn ten times, it would be another time for Anila. It was tens of hundreds of years that passed by, and she had already forgotten him completely.

Thinking of this, Stryker felt a little sad in his heart, sighed, pressed the lid of the instant noodles, and walked out of the kitchen with the instant noodles—

A small knife whizzed past his eyes, stabbing firmly into the wall where he just changed the wallpaper two weeks ago.

"..."

"Ah, long time no see, Stryker." Anila greeted him casually, raised her hand, and the knife returned to her hand precisely along the trajectory it flew out just now, and the wallpaper also returned to her hand. In perfect condition, not a single stain.

"Long time no... Wait, this is my house?!"

As a technical geek, Stryker thinks his home is not clean, but it has never been so crowded. There are books, DVDs, and other weird things ranging from sofas to piles. The coffee table was stacked to the floor, filling the entire living room.

"One Hundred Illustrations of Clever Braids", "The Art of War", "Professional Bread Baking", "Survival in the Wild", "The Old System and the Great Revolution"...you read so many books." Stryker is full of black lines, Difficult and careful trying to find a place in the middle of the pile without spilling my face, "And what are these? Bows and arrows? Daggers? Chain mail?! Are you going back to the Middle Ages? I also hope that you can bring back some future high-tech achievements!"

"What do you want?" Anila asked.

"No, I'll just say it casually." Stryker felt abnormal, and at the same time secretly vigilant.As the saying goes, if you have nothing to do, you can be courteous, rape or steal. Anila, who has always treated him badly, will actually ask about his needs?There must be something for him to help!

In the end, he managed to come to Anila's side, pushed aside Anila's pile of things on the sofa, and insisted on finding a place to sit down, Anila gave him a sideways look, and Stryker was a little nervous at first. Guilty, and then reacted wrong.

This is his home!Obviously Anila took his house as her own without authorization, why should he feel guilty?

"Hello, Anila."

"Huh?" Anila quickly flipped through the book in her hand without looking at him.

Stryker looked at the book in her hand by mistake—"The History of Central Continent", Volume 12, "The People of Central Continent".

I see.Stryker showed a smug smile: "It seems that the game is quite to your taste?"

Anila paused. "Well, it's an interesting game."

"……What’s wrong with you?"

Anila hesitated for a while, and finally looked at him firmly: "Strike..."

"Impossible, don't even think about it!" Stryker put the cold instant noodles on the coffee table heavily, stood up excitedly, and the precarious book on the armrest of the sofa collapsed, making a huge noise. sound.

Anila frowned: "Why?"

"You have the nerve to ask me why?!" Stryker was rarely so excited, "What do you want to do, Anila?"

"I thought I made it very clear." Anila said, "I want to turn the game you recommended to me into a real world with past, present and future."

"And you said you were creating the world!" Stryker said. "Who do you think you are, Anila? Do you think you're a god?"

"It's okay for you to say that." Anila shrugged, "My ability is time, and time is everything."

"Wrong, Anila." Stryker shook his head, "You can only control time, but God can create time out of thin air."

"Let me explain it this way. Anila, you are right. Time is indeed a unit that can measure everything. In other words, everything is time."

"If time is compared to a river with no source and no end, then everything in the universe is like a drop of water in this river, and it can only keep moving forward along the established direction of the river, and cannot go back. , Of course, this river has many forks, you may actively or passively flow in different directions, but the overall trend of history will not change."

"But Anila, you are an exception. You can freely travel anywhere in this river, and even stop the entire river from flowing or flow back."

"My ability is equivalent exchange. I also helped you, Anila, to exchange many things with time. No matter whether it takes three days, 1000 years or even 100 billion centuries to exchange those things, for this endless river It’s all a drop in the bucket, and even if you scoop them out of the river, the river is still a river.”

"Anila, what you want now is another endless river! But even you can't create water, you can only use my help to move the water in this river to other places and recreate it. into a new river."

"You are taking away the time of this world and transforming it into the time of another world!"

"As for the things in this world whose time has been taken away, their time has all become zero. Do you understand what this means?"

"That is to say, they have never existed in this world."

"Anila, you played too much this time."

Anila's eyes dimmed, she thought for a while, and asked without hope: "Then do I have anything else to exchange?"

But apart from time, what else can be equivalent to a world?

Kestrike replied, "Yes."

"What?" Anila was surprised and delighted.

"Your abilities." Stryker raised his eyebrows, "Even among mutants, your abilities are very powerful, Anila."

Anila froze.

Indeed, even in the Marvel universe, there are only a handful of people who can manipulate time, and the few like Doctor Strange Steve Vincent are all god-level figures.

But even for people like Doctor Strange, they can only manipulate time extremely roughly, and simply and roughly make the timeline of the entire world go backwards or stop, but Anila can precisely control time in individual or even smaller partly on.Stryker once watched her raise her eyelids in amazement, and the left half of an apple shriveled quickly, while the other half was still as fresh as before.

"Are you willing to give up your abilities? Just for an AI with its own feelings?"

"..." Anila gritted her teeth and remained silent.

"You don't belong to that world, Anila," Stryker said softly, admonishing, "You're just too into the drama. Mr. Tolkien's Middle-earth world is indeed beautiful, and that game seems to be It’s also very restored, but you can’t give up your real life just because you’re addicted to a virtual world.”

"Real life?" Anila squinted at Stryker. "I have nothing in real life."

This may sound secondary, but it is true.

When the world line is refurbished, everything on the old world line will be completely covered by the new world line. In a certain city in California, USA, there should have been an energetic figure without any haze or worries on his face, far more than that. The sunflowers and wheat fields in summer are brighter and sweeter than Anila.

However, it is impossible for two identical people to appear in the same world at the same time. Otherwise, Anila will obediently stay where she is, abandoning the dark memories of the past, and start everything again; There will be no more Anila on the worldline.

Obviously, Anila chose the latter.

The current Anila is a black household no matter what era she was in. Her former relatives and friends no longer remember her, and the long-term self-isolation has made Anila almost have no contact with the whole society.

Except for Stryker, she didn't necessarily have more conversations with other people combined than with Legolas.

"Then you plan to give up your ability?" Stryker's tone was unceremonious, he expected that Anila would not give up her mutant ability, "But, if Anila becomes an ordinary person, Even if you were with Legolas in that world, the result would be like all elves and humans who fall in love—”

"Wait." Anila interrupted him, "I don't have to be with Legolas."

Stryker's eyes widened: "Don't you like him?"

"I never said that from the beginning to the end." Anila was more surprised than him, "I just think I did too much before, and I feel very sorry."

Stryker almost rolled his eyes at her. "Then there's no need for you to give up your abilities for him!"

"I—" Anila was at a loss for words, and after a while, she sank into the sofa in depression, "I, since that failed game experience, I played that game many times..."

Time and time again, increase Legolas' favorability to one hundred, tell him "I like you" time and time again, be held by him under the gaze of everyone in Baicheng, and look at him time and time again Smile softly and happily to yourself...

I heard the system say [The game is over, congratulations...]

No matter how beautiful their past was, it was shattered in that moment.

They will never have a future.

"...you really don't like him?"

"If you mean love between men and women, I really don't like Legolas, I swear." Anila raised three fingers, "I'm just very guilty, I killed an innocent person, you may Don't understand how heavy that feels, Stryker. I never imagined that one day I'd be this masochistic, like a fool who would give anything just to feel less guilty, even if it cost me Ability……"

"Stupid..." Stryker spit out two words softly.

He understands that feeling.

After Anila told about the experience of the two of them in that timeline in the past, he once cheaply exchanged his ability for the memory of his past self.

As a result, he lay beside the toilet and vomited in the dark, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

At that time, he thought: Don't say that Anila treated him badly, even if Anila really cut him into pieces, he would be convinced and could not find any reason to complain.

He was amazed that he could do those inhumane experiments, and he couldn't understand why Anila could forgive him.

During that time, he hated himself to death, and every time he saw Anila, the guilt would overwhelm him.

As long as he can make compensation, he is willing to give everything.

"Okay, I understand." In the end, he pretended to be impatient and compromised, "Create a world based on this game at the cost of your ability, right? Anila, you have read too many time travel novels, right? ?”

But Anila showed a grateful expression: "It's troublesome."

"Let me make it one last time. You have to think about it. Once you go to that world, you can never come back." Stryker said, "And it is

Anila smiled and shook her head slightly: "I don't regret it."

"Really, after all, what am I worrying about? It's not me who lost the ability." Stryker sighed and closed his eyes.

"So, with Miss Anila's willingness, are you sure you want to use her abilities as a price for a world modeled on the "Middle-earth" game?" In Stryker's mind, there was such a vague idea the voice asked him.

"It doesn't have to take away all her abilities, right?" Stryker asked, "Even if it's weakened, or there are some restrictions... At least it will allow her and that elf to be together without any worries."

He didn't believe that Anila said "I really don't like it". If she didn't like it, how stupid would she be?

"...The transaction is established."

"Ah, and, I hope...cut, it's so hypocritical, I'm about to commit embarrassment." Stryker hesitated for a long time before saying, "I hope she can get the maximum degree she deserves in that world happy."

"What about the price?"

"Whatever, you choose."

"The transaction is established."

"It's done," said Stryker.

"Thank you." Anila bowed deeply, her figure faded away, but on her face was a bright smile that Stryker had never seen on her face before, "Goodbye, Stryker."

"It's impossible to see you again." Stryker sighed, "It's so stupid..."

Five years later--

"..." Anila sat alone on a small bench thinking about life.

Her wish came true. She is now the daughter of Arathorn, the leader of the Númenoreans, and the celestial Gillian, the future heir to the throne of Gondor. Gilleen took her to the Forest Valley to seek help from Elrond, the elf lord of Rivendell.

Everything seems to be ok.

Except for some unexpected little situations...

"Vidi," a little boy the same age as Anila ran up to her side, "do you want to play together?"

Anila looked at the little kid with delicate eyes.

Why is there Aragon in this world?

What the hell is Stryker doing? !

"Not interested." Anila replied.Anyway, it must have been a game of chopping and hacking with a bunch of little kids divided into several waves with wooden swords and mud.

"Come on, I will definitely be the king this time!" Aragorn was full of confidence.

"Oh?" Anila's mouth twitched slightly.

after an hour--

"Surrender or not?" Anila rode on Aragorn, holding the wooden sword on his neck meaningfully.

"Will not surrender!" Aragorn replied loudly.

"Okay, then you give me half of today's dim sum for dinner and I'll let you go..."

"Ah? Another snack..." Aragorn was dejected.

In the distance, Gilleen smiled softly as she watched the two children fighting.

And Elrond fell into deep self-reflection.

Is there something wrong with his education?Obviously he wanted to train Anila to be a gentle and lovely girl like Alwen!