Welcome Back To the World Game

"Why not?" Su Ming'an asked back: "If doing this can better achieve the ultimate goal, why take a detour?"

"I see." Noel smiled: "So you think so."

His fingers moved slightly, as if he had opened something. After the screen was moved over, it was the human self-rescue conference that was being held.

The live broadcast interface is extremely hot, and the barrage is like a snowflake, which is almost invisible.

"It seems that it is the critical moment of the issue." He said, "I feel that you still seem to have concerns about me. Watch the live broadcast with me and talk about it."

Su Mingan dropped his gaze.

He never clicked on the live broadcast interface during the break.

Although the system keeps prompting: Even during the rest period, players can start the live broadcast. But there is no point reward, and he has nothing to broadcast, so naturally he never pays attention.

In the live broadcast room during the break, it seems that not only adventure players can open it, but some casual players can also broadcast live. They live-stream the forging process, live-streaming the configuration of medicines, live-streaming exercise, making milk tea, studying, eating and broadcasting, drawing, playing online games... and even live-streaming pure chat and coaxing people to sleep. They are all things that have nothing to do with the copy world, like a peaceful little world.

If some adventure players have nothing to do, they will also turn on the live broadcast. Some of them don't have any skills, so they just open the live broadcast for pure chat. For example, once Iris, in order to maintain the audience in her live broadcast room, perhaps to show her charm, she will also start the live broadcast during the three-day rest period to chat and interact with the audience.

At this time, Su Mingan saw that on the live broadcast interface, the most popular live broadcast room was still going on.

On the screen, a group of people were blushing, while the young man in a white suit sitting quietly at one end of the round table smiled gently and harmlessly.

Nuoer held his cheeks, and his long eyelashes flickered beside the somewhat transparent screen: ""Fate". This song, I have also heard it, it is a very good song. But it has never been as brightly played. Touch me."

"At the moment of crisis, and death is near, people will be more emotional about this kind of music that can resonate with them." Su Mingan said.

"Ming and you are the same kind of people? If you were to play this piece..." Noel looked at him: "I can tell that the person who plays this piece [loves the world very much]."

"I haven't played the piano for a long time. I can't play this feeling." Su Mingan shook his head and looked away.

He looked at the picture on the screen, the barrage was frantically brushing, like a torrent:

【! ! God! 】

[I thought it was some world-class pianist who came to the scene, but it turned out to be a hot man! 】

[…Is there really something he can’t do? This too, this too...]

[Is it a clone? I don't think he will come to participate in this kind of meeting. Didn't there also be news before that Su Mingan and Nuoer went to meet? 】

[Humans are holding a self-rescue meeting, but the first player does not come to participate in person, only sends a clone over... What does he mean? 】

[Three loyal followers, NPC's excessively high favorability, and the constant optimism of the boss rabbit, as well as all kinds of strange behaviors, too predictable thoughts, I think this person is really suspicious. 】

[But he played really well, and it really brought tears to my eyes. I think maybe we blamed him wrongly before, can we give him a little credit...? 】

【…】

There were amazement and doubts in the barrage, but the core of their discussion was Su Mingan.

Even though Ming has been sitting down for a long time, and the topics are going on one by one, the topics of people never seem to change. The first player's exclusive super talk.

His topic has always been very high, and every move affects people's minds, even on this occasion.

Compared with the barrage that passed by, it seemed a little out of place, and there was an issue going on.

It is marked at the top of the live room.

This topic is:

[Everyone here think, why did the organizer hold such a game? 】

The first to speak was Donner from Ireland.

"For the game." Donner said so seriously.

There were a few laughs from below, and Donner's brows furrowed even tighter.

"—For the sake of the game, why do you think it's ridiculous?" His hand clapped on the table:

"Game is a kind of behavior based on the satisfaction of material needs, following certain rules at a certain time and within a certain space, in order to meet spiritual needs.

It is an inevitable need for the development of a civilized society, represents a rich spiritual world, is an indispensable spiritual need, and is the source of biological happiness.

As early as the birth of cephalopods in the late Cambrian period, there were creatures that played with stones and shells.

Large hunters will also play with their prey as a toy to make it die.

It is a spiritual solution, it is free from the shackles of the body, it is the free dance of the biological soul, and it is a carnival that consumes excess energy.

Even animals at a lower level, in our view, need play.

So, why do all of you here think that aliens higher than us, or even higher-dimensional creatures, cannot play? "

"drop--"

"So, why can't it be an experiment?" Sopel, an arms dealer with golden teeth, stood up with a smile:

"Just like our human sociologists or biologists, in order to conduct a certain research, we will deliberately group humans as observation objects, or stimulate animals such as ants to perform various behaviors.

Donner, you can't compare yourself to higher dimensional beings. What's more, you are a person who agrees with "Hobbes culture", and I can't resonate with your point of view in the slightest.

Just like the villain on paper can't imagine our existence, we in a lower dimension can't imagine the existence and thinking of higher-dimensional creatures. "

Donna frowned: "It's ridiculous, why do you think the organizer is so high?

Haven't you heard Mr. Hu Runkang's conjecture?

[Main God Construction Flow].

Maybe they just mastered a certain aspect of technology, and they are not as great as gods? Otherwise, they can directly erode our spiritual world, so why go around like this? "

"drop--"

Liu Jiahe, who was wearing a military uniform, stood up: "I agree."

"Right now, the progress of humanity as a whole doesn't seem so critical," he said.

If at the last minute, the organizers don't stumble upon us with a very difficult dungeon, then we don't need to be so urgent.

Perhaps our vision can be put more long-term.

For example, seeing the existence outside the game, or even above the game..."

"..."

Su Mingan frowned as he watched the scene being played on the screen.

He had long felt that the topic of this kind of human self-rescue conference was meaningless. It was like a group of people who integrated the comments floating around in the World Forum and dumped them in a meeting room like a vegetable market.

Judging from the topics selected by the consortium, these topics also seem to be of little value, or in other words, they have not been carefully screened.

This group of people was afraid that the organizer would not be malicious enough to them - they actually said something similar to "Let's find the organizer's loophole together" in such a live broadcast room that the world is watching.

He didn't know whether the [Main God Construction Stream] was established, but he knew that the organizer did have restrictions.

Some of the content of the talk has meaning. But he definitely wouldn't let himself get involved.

"Humans are social animals, and they are used to walking in groups." At this moment, Nuoer, who was sitting opposite, suddenly spoke.

He seemed to have noticed Su Ming'an's expression, smiled, and seemed to comfort him: "There is no need to be so harsh on them, facing the crisis in the world, what they think is a group of people sitting down and talking and communicating with each other's thoughts.

But in the face of some problems, they may be too optimistic.

When data is missing, people tend to fill in the gaps themselves. And all the pessimistic rhetoric seems to sound more profound than the optimistic rhetoric. "

Su Ming'an listened to Nuoer's words and suddenly found out——

In this world ranking number two, it seems that all the time, the posture and position of speaking are opposed to human beings.

Noel will use "them" to refer to humans, and to use "humans" rather than "us" as an analogy. He never puts himself in the position of "humans", but uses a bystander tone.

Combined with what Noel said before inviting him to eliminate the old civilization and embrace the new civilization.

Su Mingan realized that in his heart, perhaps Noel had never considered himself a human being.

For the future, for the [New World], he always has the curiosity of an adventurer to explore the unknown, and in the face of the crisis of human extinction, his tone is also like a high-dimensional creature looking down at the common people.

"Noel." Su Ming'an looked at him: "You have been assimilated."

Noel smiled and asked a question completely unrelated to his words: "—Are you going to make that video public?"

"What video?"

"Edward and the others, you must have recorded the video that they attacked you, right? You are not the kind of person to sit still. Even if you back down for a while, you are always for the overall situation, and when you need to fight back, you will definitely grasp the best Good chance, and then... one hit kills." Noel said.

... Noel knows him too well.

Su Ming'an took a breath and looked at the fierce discussion among the elite players on the screen: "It's not appropriate now."

He sat back slightly, his back against the cold backrest.

The light outside the window swayed in front of his eyes, complementing the bright picture on the screen. He looked at Noel's smiling eyes, and felt the edge and temptation implied in the words of this seemingly childish second-ranking leader. .

"You know? I watched your entire guide on the fifth world." Noel said, "I appreciate it very much... A question you asked about Hui Shuhang."

His hands were still playing with the building blocks, and the building blocks collapsed, making a crisp "pop" sound, which was particularly evident in the silence.

"—[Do you think that the world you are in is real]?" Noel said, "At that time, you were vaguely reminding Hui Shuhang, telling her that the world she was in might just be a A fake copy of the world. And all the memories and emotions she has may have been artificially infused, but they don't actually exist.

Just like Wang Xingxing at the beginning, you also know about him.

Wang Xingxing also thought that he was a pure player, a person who had not died and had a glorious future. He can have infinite possibilities, and he can fight for everything for himself without restraint.

And then... he realized that, in fact, all the tranquility he knew was false, and his future, in fact, did not exist from beginning to end. He loves this world so much that his heart is like dead wood, and in order to stay in this world, he is also humbled to the ground.

But all of his past, the man who lives in a dream, is a plaything of the organizer.

It's like I've been walking on the wrong path, but I've gone deeper and deeper, to the point where I can never turn back..."

"What do you want to say?" Su Mingan asked.

Noel was silent for a moment.

The cylindrical building blocks rolled down on the table and slid down the slightly sloping table. Noel did not stretch out his hand and let it fall to the ground with a crisp sound.

His hand stayed on the long building block and froze.

"Su Ming'an."

His eyes looked over, and the brilliance in it was sinking into the night a little bit as the colored light moved.

"—I just didn't expect that one day, you would also become Wang Xingxing."

...

[People always like to pursue the best choice, but the consequences of pursuing the best choice often backfire. 】

[——It is often those kind wishes that bring human beings into **** on earth. 】

...

In the main **** space, there is a vast underground laboratory hidden under the building strip disguised as a residential house.

On the icy-white ground, there was a researcher holding a record book, and in the center of the laboratory, there were bursts of roars like a wounded beast.

"Impossible! Impossible! Why didn't I go back, why—"

"I want to go home, death can go home, why am I not dead yet--!"

On the chair in the center, there was a ferocious young man tied up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ trembling all over.

Although he couldn't move, he still trembled as if mobilizing the strength of his whole body, as if he might throw out like a mad lion at any time.

Suddenly, he seemed to suddenly want to understand something, and his body that was shaking violently fell into a brief silence.

After suddenly raising his head again, his expression, facial features were tangled together, and his face was full of despair and madness.

"I can't escape, I can't escape--" he suddenly shouted, tears streaming down his face, and his whole face became a gully with water.

"I can't escape, hahaha, even death can't be avoided, I can't even die - I can't run away, I can't get rid of it, this **** game, it will always be with me, hahahaha- "

"—If you can't kill me today, I will definitely let you all die... Satan is about to come, none of us can escape, we can't escape... Hahahahaha..."

The young man was still shouting, he laughed tragically, his face was bloody, and the smile was mixed with black and red, and it looked particularly ferocious and terrifying.

Shiguang split his face in half. Half of his face had his eyebrows twisted and the corners of his mouth curved, as if he was smiling, while his eyes were drooping downwards, as if they were divided into two people from the middle.

In front of him, stood a rich-looking, chubby middle-aged man. When he looked at the man in the chair who was wailing in a cruel scene, the middle-aged man tapped the cigar in his hand and had a sad face.

"...Is he still like this?" He asked the researcher next to him who was in charge of recording, with a worried tone.

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