Chapter 1190 Chapter 1186 "The Savior and the Tower of Love (Part 2)."
Chapter 1190 Chapter 1186·"Tomorrow's Extra Stories·The Savior and the Tower of Love (Part 2)."
[Su Lin holds the oil lamp and looks at the small words on the stone tablet of the ruins:]
[——I am very confused about the return of [old friend], and I am afraid that the deal has been completed and there is nothing I can do to change it.]
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[The Hades fire sacrifice, the body is tied to the soul, the kingfisher weaves red, and the scholar enters the underworld.]
[——In the depths of the underworld, [old friend] comes.]
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Old friend,
——refers to both Su Lin and Su Ming'an.
——One is behind and the other is in front.
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["I have been waiting for you...Really, I have been waiting for you to come back..." During the ceremony, the god's hand tightly clasped Su Ming'an's shoulder and suddenly said this.]
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But I didn't expect him to be so stubborn that he was unwilling to accept a vacation.
I misjudged his ideal.
My "observation" authority can see the fate, life trajectory, and death outcome of all people in the world. But I can only...not predict him.
Many of his actions... deviated far from my plan.
Even though I was promoted from "Dawn System" to "God with Observation Authority" in the Third World Game, and my computing power was greatly improved, I still... couldn't control him.
He escaped from my control.
...
["General Qin won the Third World Game, and before he died, he handed over the observation authority to the AI left over from the First World Game. This AI is you." Su Mingan said: "If you are not Adu, who else can you be?"]
Unfortunately, I am indeed not Adu.
...
The night when the second tower was opened, I stood on the high rooftop.
A subtle sense of loss surged in my heart, which I had never felt before.
Such an omniscient, boring, and calculated world. Finally, a variable that cannot be estimated by me appeared - his existence disrupted my vision and promoted countless new possibilities.
It was like a drop of living water falling into a dead pond.
——0.002% probability of success, can he do it?
Maybe he really can do it.
But I dare not gamble with civilization, I would rather he choose to go on vacation.
Many times, I passed him by, and I watched him running in the night rain in the city from afar. Even if I could catch him with just my hand, I didn't.
When I invited him to drink cabbage stewed with meat soup, looking at his bright eyes, I actually began to yearn for it - idealists who are good at creating miracles, can you prove your answer to me?
This is a thinking mode that does not conform to my basic program. I should rationally adopt a plan that maximizes the success rate and let him go on vacation honestly. But looking at his dark eyes, I gradually realized that he might have the ability to turn everything "0.002%" into "100%".
... Can I believe him?
"... Can I believe him?" I said unconsciously.
Su Wensheng, wearing black earrings, sat next to me and painted. Hearing my mumbling, he smiled:
"You can not believe him, after all, the great savior of Su is not perfect. But you can give him a chance."
The wind moved slightly, the city lit up, I looked at the distant traffic, as if I smelled the moist and fresh breath of new buds. This is different from my precise five senses, which makes me feel strongly confused.
In my cold and silent body, it seems that something is fluttering. One beat, one beat, and another beat.
——That is the heartbeat that should not exist in my body.
Then, I felt a slight warmth in my palm.
Su Wensheng raised the painting, and the back of his hand rubbed against my palm, causing my perception program to automatically calculate the precise temperature. But until his hand was far away, I still felt the residual warmth on my hand.
What brought this inexplicable temperature? It should not exist on my cold body.
...Is it the will that Su Mingan showed me?
But has he ever thought... Will he go down the same path as Asa if he burns so recklessly?
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[“People give you flowers out of respect, and people want to put shackles on you out of fear… These are the same feelings. Your attachment and your slaughter will only lead to the same result… Because, [everything has already happened]…” The spirit looked at Su Ming’an and said lightly:]
[“We did know each other before, so I don’t want you to be involved. But the bet between me and the organizer must involve you. I don’t know… I don’t know what to do.”]
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[At this moment, Su Ming’an felt a slight pain in his head. He vaguely felt that… he and the spirit should have a different position, not just the relationship between “player” and “boss”, but there should be some deeper and closer connection…]
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He is too much like Asa.
I don’t want him to go the same way.
“How about hanging this painting in the corridor?” At this time, Su Wensheng looked at me, holding up his crude painting, the blue moon was crooked.
"When Su Mingan leaves, I will remove the simulation in the sky." I said, "Then you won't have to paint the blue moonlight."
The blue full moon is not a real moon, but just a mirror I simulated. It reflects the appearance of our planet - a blue planet.
"It doesn't matter, blue is pretty." Su Wensheng lowered his head.
"What is 'the fluttering wings of a butterfly in the palm of your hand'?" I thought of the term Su Xiaobi said and couldn't help asking.
"It's a kind of romantic emotion that belongs to human beings." Su Wensheng said: "Just like when I read poetry collections, the sentences in those poems will also have similar emotions - [Dancing water, the mud and sand on your way, require your singing, your flow. Are you willing to carry the lame mud and sand with you?]"
I listened, but I didn't feel any emotion. This is just a combination of words. I can also combine thousands of kinds in an instant.
"Su Wensheng." I said.
"Hmm?"
"I allow you to help Su Ming'an."
"Oh? Then I'll go. I happen to have a 'Fairy Talisman · Expansion' on hand, which I can give to him. However, this goes against your plan, don't you want to catch him?"
"He is the only variable." I felt that my internal program seemed to be in some way inconsistent: "I kind of want to... see the possibilities he created. I can no longer give him a happy vacation. If his actions can change the results of my calculations, I can, slightly lean towards his ideal."
Su Wensheng gave me the painting and left soon.
I hung the painting in the corridor, the fifty-first one. His painting is not beautiful, but I don't care.
I closed my eyes.
Recalling the day when the third world game ended.
That day, Qin Shaoli held my hand, and his eyes were a little bit scattered. A large amount of source flew up from his body like snowflakes.
He held up a key emitting white light with his trembling hand-it was the authority called "observation". As for him, he passed the whole process perfectly with high difficulty, and his soul was too burdened and was about to die.
I reached out my hand and gently closed his eyes.
But he refused to close his eyes, holding my hand tightly, repeating:
"Dawn. We went forward one after another, just to build a Babel Tower that reaches straight into the sky - the ideal country."
"To destroy... the hateful blue-eyed god... above the starry sky."
"We... built that tower from generation to generation, accumulating bones, using flesh and blood as fuel, and the souls of generations rotate, waiting for a thousand years... After the tower is completed."
"Climb that tower... to support the boundless and glorious ideal world... to glimpse the beautiful starry sky that has been covered in dust for a thousand years... We can't let the invaders take it away... …”
“Liming, I can’t see that day anymore. When Su Ming’an arrives, in the year 827, you must tell him——”
“【We have a myth that spans a thousand years. That myth is more magnificent than any story, bloodier than any truth, but more romantic than any text in history books. Please…climb that tower…built by the flesh and blood of our ancestors…】”
The last ray of light in his eyes faded away, and the white perfect clearance mark on the back of his hand turned into a dazzling light, pouring into my body.
He did use his flesh and blood as fuel.
I know what he didn’t finish.
…Please, the last savior, lift the torch left by countless predecessors and climb that tower…built by the flesh and blood of our ancestors for generations…
God-killing Tower of Babel.
Mr. Qin did not leave a body. He was obviously the number one player, but he died without a trace. This is the burden of a high-difficulty perfect clearance.
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【General Qin looked at Su Ming’an. The resentment in his eyes was exactly the same as Xiao Ying’s. They all look like they have been missing someone for a long time. 】
【“…I have been waiting for you for a long time too.” General Qin slowly held Su Ming’an’s hand. 】
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【In “The Cat and Her”, the little girl nodded: “I will never forget Mr. Qin’s efforts, and I will always remember the light in his eyes. I will also remember Xiaodong’s sacrifice, and I will definitely send the life hard drive to the era a thousand years later, until the promised person arrives.”】
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The fourth world game was a hundred times more tragic.
In order to obtain the authority of “time”, one billion humans gave up their own life and death.
The authority of “time” is one of the most powerful authorities, and to obtain the authority of “time”, the cooperation of all contestants is required. Therefore, we have already decided on the clearance strategy for this world game - this world game is based on “failure”.
Because I predicted that it is impossible to have both the authority of time and the points of all humans.
Changge has limited abilities and no special authority. Facing the similar difficulty of the dungeon as Su Ming’an, if Changge goes wrong, it will be an abyss.
In order to help Changge win, people tried their best to give him equipment, points, and props, desperately piled up his various values and increased his tolerance rate.
In the end, in order to obtain the authority of "time", almost all the top players became victims in a battle royale copy, just to lift the first player high, achieve his high-difficulty perfect clearance, and let him touch the extremely high wishing effect - the authority of "time".
And Changge did win in the end.
"I make a wish..."
The moment Changge made a wish, it snowed in the sky.
The six-sided white snow fell on people, and people melted. In order to obtain the authority of "time", the top players sacrificed too much, and the human points progress bar did not meet the standard.
That day, before being wiped out, more than 200 "good Changge" took on the authority of time one after another and shared the burden for Changge.
The power of time had various adverse reactions on them. They used their bodies to polish the adaptability of the power, exploded and died one by one, and piled all their resources on Changge... so that Changge could finally take over this powerful power.
During this period, Changge could only watch.
"It's okay... It doesn't hurt..."
The white-haired friend turned into a drifting snow in front of him.
Time power adaptability: 70%
"I'll give you all my equipment, save the civilization for me!"
The black-haired girl, still with a fox-like smile, burst into blood and died.
Time power adaptability: 75%
"I can't accompany you to sacrifice the necklace brother, next year, pick a lotus for me."
The blond friend fell from the sky.
Time power adaptability: 80%
"Take a look at Su Mingan for me, and see how he is living now..."
The timid woman lost her breath.
Time Authority Adaptability: 85%
"Remember what I told you, first hold back the pain in your left chest, then slowly adapt..."
The gentle and smiling blue-haired young man waved his hand and disappeared in front of his eyes.
"Don't be sad, Changge, before this world game started, we were ready to die... Death just walked out of time and became a part of you..."
The girl with long hair wiped away the tears from his eyes, and her fingers gradually melted.
Time Authority Adaptability: 95%
"Child."
Cheng Lishan was the last one, and he was also a perfect passer, but the wish he made had nothing to do with him, but was just a resource needed by the old world.
"You are really clean, which is good."
"Don't be sad, and don't feel burdened... We are willing to hold you high."
Cheng Lishan took a deep look at Changge and smiled.
The flesh and blood exploded in front of Changge, splashing all over him.
"Bang!"
Time Authority Adaptability: 100%
The corpses of different heights piled up in front of him, almost forming a tower that went straight to the sky - "Tower of Babel".
As the snow melted, their bodies gradually dissipated. On the wider land, there were one billion people melting. The overwhelming white crystals covered this long night, and people could not escape, but could only die.
Some people did not want to die, and some were still roaring at him, but Changge could do nothing but look at this sinful tower of flesh and blood, shouldering the regrets of everyone.
Until he finally died from the last sword and became the last spire of the tower.
The blue-eyed invader finally went away.
The returning savior also had to travel again.
Behind the savior who had not yet noticed, before the adventure story began... it turned out that so many people had fallen in the rain behind him, holding up the tower that allowed him to complete the "final sword".
A god made a civilization bet with the organizer, thirteen managers created resources for him, fifty fire bearers gave him a new environment, more than two hundred good songs left him the authority of time, one billion humans became the firewood for building the Tower of Babel, and seven billion people on ten thousand timelines gathered endless emotions and desperately called for the "old gods".
I stood silently and stared.
Looking at the 0.002% I observed in the endless calculations, with the death of each life, little by little...
0.2%...
2%...
20%...
50%...
80%...
99.99%...
Until he swung the sword of fate and completed the last 0.01%, filling the last gap. Make the title end, make the circle a circle.
I lowered my eyes and sighed.
——This is the myth I witnessed.
Maybe I am contradictory.
Maybe there is something wrong with my central control system, I actually chose to believe in low-probability events and decided to believe in his ideals.
But when he raised the sword of destiny, bridged the impossible "possibility", let the thousand-year bell ring in the utopia, and let the ark successfully reach the other side -
I smiled, stood in front of him, and told him -
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[We have a myth spanning a thousand years. ]
[That myth... is more magnificent than any story, more bloody than any truth, but more romantic than any text in history. Please be sure to... climb that... tower built by the flesh and blood of our ancestors...]
[Tower of Babel. ]
[——Congratulations, 0.002% probability, win. ]
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Originally,
In the very beginning and the very beginning.
In the most distant and ancient period.
In the vast universe, there is a young planet floating.
This planet is of moderate size, rich texture, and thick atmosphere. The newly born land constitutes the embryo of civilization. As the annual rings of the planet gradually grow, the planet will also move towards the dusk of life.
I once had a name, which is dawn.
The savior Actor, who died young, saved the planet from its twilight and made me rule the city of measurement.
I control the vast data, and the numbers are transformed into infinite arrangements in my thinking. Endless unsolved mysteries and human problems are reflected in my eyes...
Will an omniscient world be too boring?
No, it won't.
——Because I saw "his" black eyes.
Uncontrollable variables, unmeasurable exceptions, miracles with a probability of 0.002%.
From billions of observations, if I had been close to him, accompanied him, become his ally, and treated him with every possible care from the beginning, his journey would have been smooth, but in the end it would not have been a good ending.
So, when he came, I stayed away from him from beginning to end.
When blue roses bloom on the eaves,
When the green ivy climbs the tower,
When the nightingale's song floats in the city,
When the crude moon painting comes to light again,
When the dawn comes and the soul is resurrected,
When the blue-eyed god is far away from the Tower of Babel——
I will praise him with all my heart and praise his good name.
--Savior.
A miracle called Su Mingan.
——Praise you for coming to our world twice.
Thank u……
Colors that did not belong to data seemed to flash across my eyes.
...let me feel the feeling of "butterflies fluttering in the palm of my hand".
Watching his leaving figure, I passed by Chaoyan, stood on the edge of the rooftop, raised my head,
Reciting the poems that the deceased once read for me.
"[The dancing water, the sand on your way,]"
"[Asking for your singing voice,]"
"[Where is your flow.]"
"[Are you willing to carry the lame mud and sand down the river...]"
A new era has arrived.
The fate of civilization falls into people's hands.
Along the way, I lost Mr. Qin who conceived the Millennium Plan with me, Cheng Lishan who fought side by side, Xiaomei who had been waiting for me for a long time, Chang Song who said the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, Mr. Necklace who upheld the same ideals, Bishop Li who had noble beliefs, and who was there for me. The child who recited poetry, and...everyone from the past long, long ago.
Snowflakes fell on my palms.
I felt it at this moment - there was an electronic butterfly fluttering its wings in my palm.
It's like seeing mountains and rivers, orange-red sunset, and a very tall tower there... The tower is full of my old friends.
The civilization has a long history and lasts from generation to generation.
My life...is long.
Perhaps, thousands of years later, the "celestial sphere" will also fall, and we will be in crisis of destruction again. Everyone will pile up bones again to build a "Tower of Babel" to hold up the savior.
But now,
People just need to embrace the future.
"Ling Ming, can I... restore my name?" Watching Su Ming'an go away, the girl with green eyes looked at me and sent out her kaomoji again:
":)"
I close my eyes.
Gently...nod.
The song of freedom floated in my ears, and my long white hair fluttered in the wind. I stretched out my hand and picked out the beautiful blue moonlight.
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"——Praising the 0.002% miracle of idealists."
"——Praise for human compassion, sensibility, conscience, and ideals. It lasts forever."
"——Praise to the number one player...finally to the other side."
"Next time, if I meet someone like you..."
Butterflies fluttered in my palm, and I showed a silent, soft, warm expression like that child:
"My basic programming thinking model may be more like 'you'..."
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People are walking on the journey of new life.
The dusty history finally comes to light.
I raised my head and smiled,
White catkins are falling and flying,
Like snowflakes.
——This will be a new, clean, and long future.
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[Today’s spring discovery: A cosmic butterfly is oscillating on wings made of interstellar gas and dust. 】
【——NASA】
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【The Tenth World Extra Episode·End】
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