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Chapter 1504: Final Chapter·Guarding the Shore [9]·“He, she, they, them.”

"Welcome to the Back to the World Game?" The thirty-seven people looked at each other, shocked by Su Mingan's proposal of "joint story".

Su Mingan smiled slightly, without further explanation, and said, "According to the order, next one, Luna, please continue your report."

On the fifth chair, Luna on the screen said, "Everything is going well on my side. More than a hundred years have passed in the small world. Considering the life span of souls, the first group of players and I took turns sleeping and only stayed awake part of the time."

She turned her shoulder, revealing the tall buildings behind her, and could even see iconic sights like the Oriental Pearl Tower and West Lake. The landscape was almost exactly the same as the original Zhai Xing.

Behind her, thousands of players wearing modern T-shirts, short-sleeved shirts, long shirts, down jackets, and windbreakers all laughed and waved at the camera:

"Just waiting for everyone to come in!"

"Don't worry, we have built this place very well! Everything is the same as in my hometown!"

"No, no, there is still a difference! Better welfare, more resources, and a more beautiful environment!"

More than thirty people were looking around, taking in the small world on the screen; the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were also staring intently.

……

[The small world is built! It really looks like the original one! ]

[Damn, black technology! ]

[Was the original Zhaixing really formed naturally? Did it also go through such a process? 】

[I heard in Alande’s live broadcast room before that Xiaona invited Su Mingan to become the “brain” of the world game. As long as Su Mingan solves this last instance and gets full marks, the world game will leave... Then we can all go home! ]

[Hmm? You guys can actually send out such in-depth messages. It seems that the system rules have fewer restrictions on barrage messages.]

[Does this mean that we are getting deeper and deeper into the world game and are about to break through it...? ]

[How strange.]

[I think the world game still has its charm. ]

……

While feeling relieved, Su Mingan also felt a pang of pain in his heart.

The scenery on the screen was identical. He understood more clearly than anyone that it was an imitation, a sandbox, a jewel in his palm.

Home.

This concept has been lingering in his mind since eight months ago. From September 9th to today, May 30st, he has been pursuing this concept like a demon, hypnotizing himself to get here.

When we go home, does it have to be the original home that we go back to, or does it count as going back to a place that feels like home with everyone else?
If a person's body returns home, does it count as a return home? If a person's ashes return home, does it count as a return home?
If home is no longer the same home, is it home? If everything in the home is a replica of the original home, is it home?
He knew the regret in his heart, that he still didn't reach a perfect ending. However, perfection seemed to be a kind of falsehood. Everyone knew this very well, so most of them applauded and smiled.

At this time, a voice rang:
"...Is it exactly the same as the original Zhai Xing?" The man in the 35th chair spoke. On the screen, he had curly hair, thick eyebrows, and tense facial muscles. "But the original Zhai Xing was not good...I don't have any hometown filter for that planet. It's a terrible place."

His name is Alauddin, a man from a certain region in Africa. He had experienced oppression, his wife and children were separated, and he had great ambitions, but because of his status, he could only do the lowest jobs. It was not until the World Game changed his fate that he worked very hard and finally got this position.

He knew that this seemingly inconspicuous conference table was actually more important than the largest conferences in the world before, and he didn't know how many eyes were staring at it. He wanted to say something for the people of his hometown:
"Some of you are from peaceful countries, so you may not know what we lived like before. We didn't have enough food to eat and had to drink sewage from the sewers. I look glamorous now, but I used to carry manure every day to make a living. My wife had to trade her body for rice money, and I could only accept it with my ears closed."

"Our girls are sold at the age of twelve, and now I see some of them healthy and strong on the list at the top, and I'm proud. But I'm worried that once the world game is over, they will be immediately blamed by their hometown people for not following the rules."

"As long as our boys are taller than the wheels, they will be pulled out to join the army. When you are playing in the mud, they have already been soaking in the mud and clearing mines with their bodies. Some of them don't even have their own names because their whole families are already in the mud."

"The advent of the World Game makes me feel like I'm soaking in honey water. The Henggang Doomsday and the White Sand Paradise are the real paradise for me. There is no need for hell, because we have been in hell. There is no need for heaven, because this is heaven."

"Everyone can have enough food, and even sea cucumbers and abalone are common. There is no need to work every day, just leisure and entertainment. I heard that the world game has been reincarnated many times, and this kind of life can actually last for a long time... Of course, I am not asking for this kind of life to continue. I just want to say that judging from public opinion, many people actually don't want to go back."

"We are ending their 'sweet dream'."

"Going back? What can we do? Can we guarantee an eight-hour workday? Can we have two days off a week? Can we refuse to work overtime? Can we stop living in a state of ...

"If I were to go back and face my children in the sewage ditch, their tired and depressed faces, and the big belly of a twelve-year-old girl..."

Alauddin said this, wiped his lips, and suddenly sighed:

"You know what? Last night I had a cake that cost 0.01 points, animal cream, and ice cream. It was delicious."

"That was the first time I had eaten cake. Before, I always thought it was bitter."

"My mother lied to me before she died, saying cake was bitter."

He put down his hands and lowered his head in silence, not daring to face the gazes of the crowd. He was afraid of seeing contemptuous looks, afraid of hearing them call him a "traitor" or "traitor" for having such thoughts.

The table was extremely quiet.

Until Su Mingan clasped his hands together and said:

"Do you know the situation in the Measurement City?"

"I know...I know." said Alauddin.

"Before I left the small world, it had already developed to the level of the Measurement City, and now it is even higher. I dare not guarantee that everyone can have enough food, but the current situation should be far better than the original Zhai Xing." Su Mingan said:
"I don't dare to make decisions on behalf of everyone. I think ending the world game must be the best, but this is a one-way road. The world game can't support us forever. One day we will reach the end."

"The shortcoming of the small world is that it is not a purely natural world. It has gods, world masters, and the Ming'an system. But its advantages also lie in these points. Gods can calm natural disasters, world masters can control the overall situation, and the Ming'an system can allocate resources."

"War is not an end, but a means. I will do my best to completely eliminate this means as well."

"In addition, the channels for upward mobility still exist. I am also thinking about the problem of girls you mentioned. I know that many countries still have the bad habits of early marriage and discrimination. Once the World Games are over, they will still stick to their original practices. My energy is limited and I may not be able to protect everyone, but I believe that those girls who have achieved success in the World Games will work hard to give back to their former selves."

He put his hands under his chin:
"——Because I am not the only savior in this world."

"I just provided a small world, a space for you to live. More happiness, beauty, joy and joy still depend on the countless saviors among you to create. They can be the saviors who 'care for the elderly', 'protect girls', 'stop the war', 'stop overtime'..."

"Just like you, Alauddin, you once crawled out of the slums, and now you are thinking about how to change the current situation of the slums. To them, you have become a 'savior of the slums'."

"I am just a pioneer who lit up the first star in the dark universe, but you are the starry sky."

Alauddin's eyes widened slightly.

"Of course, there is no perfect world. There are many bad people in this world, and we have to go into the longer night. I can't give an overly idealistic blueprint. The future will definitely be dark, people will die, there will be conflicts, and there will be gulfs." Su Mingan looked around and said:
"More than that, I don't understand. I will ask the people of the United Group and my companions for advice."

"As for those who are addicted to their beautiful dreams and don't want to wake up, they can give up their physical bodies and enter the Ming'an system to continue their beautiful dreams. As long as they are willing to pay the price of never waking up again, I don't care. Anyway, there are too many people in this world."

His voice was gentle, but the meaning it conveyed had a hint of divine power.

Alauddin stared and found that Su Mingan's hair was frosty white. This young second-level god had already thought about a lot, long before Alauddin proposed these things.

What he said was far beyond Alauddin's expectations. Alauddin thought that a young man would be guided by his passion and focus on the higher truths of the universe and the disputes of higher dimensions, but he did not expect that he had already lowered his head and looked at the vast land.

Yes, he is different from many heroes.

He always looked down with compassion instead of looking up with pride.

"——You mean, you will become the 'God' of the small world?"

Sitting on the 33rd chair, a man with a large face, delicate features and yellow skin spoke. His name was Guang Xing, he was from Southeast Asia and had once been a film director.

He was worried whether Su Ming'an would replicate the actions of the gods of the Tenth World, become extremely indifferent, and ignore the happiness of mankind for the sake of the overall situation of the world.

"Yes, unfortunately, no matter how hard I try, I cannot escape from this position of 'God'. After all, the small world comes from me." Su Mingan said:
"But you don't need to worry about theocracy. After the initial order is established, I will gradually withdraw and no longer appear in public."

"I once said: 'Praia doesn't need gods'... Haha, this sentence also applies to Zhai Xing. Our hometown doesn't need a god emperor to sit on top. I believe in human governance. With the checks and balances of Su Mianbao, Ming'an System, Peak Alliance and other guilds, top players, and the original old class, this world will be a mess without me."

"After everything settles down, I may be able to return to being an ordinary person and continue my life as before. Who knows, maybe one day you will see a game anchor, and it may be me behind the screen."

He laughed a few times, and everyone couldn't help but laugh.

It seems that the beautiful scene is just around the corner... It's almost there, it's almost there, I can hold it in my hand as long as I reach out and touch it. The day described in the description will surely come.

Lu Shu was on the right side, closest to Su Mingan. He was one of the few people who didn't laugh.

Once again, he heard the unnaturalness in Su Mingan's words.

This kind of unnaturalness appeared when Su Mingan concealed from them the fact that he was risking his life with the organizer.

What did Su Mingan hide this time? What decision did he make?
He always likes to make wishes for things he can't touch.

...We can't guarantee a 100% victory. You are trapped in a dilemma. You can't even make it to tomorrow, right? Lu Shu wanted to ask this question, but there were too many people around him, and he himself was on a small screen.

The hustle and bustle was ringing in his ears, but his heart was quiet, as if he was on the shore of a distant lake.

After laughing, the sixth seat Isabella began to report: "The God of Omnics has chosen me as his messenger. Here... um, there are many crazy scientists gathered here."

The seventh Xi Linyin said: "We are releasing strawberry shortcakes. When the temperature rises to a certain height, the strawberry shortcakes will fall all over the sky."

The eighth seat, Aini, said: "I will stay in the land of the dead to avenge Prince Ai'er."

The Ninth Siberili smiled and said, "I am still presiding over the Lighthouse Cult."

Su Mingan raised his eyebrows.

Borelli was a blond man, neatly dressed, wearing a bow tie, exuding a gentlemanly air. It was said that he was the younger brother of Boris, and Anthony could not find Boris himself, so he called his brother.

The moment Su Ming'an and Borilli's eyes met, Su Ming'an saw a hand in the pair of green pupils. The hand was holding a baby with an emblem of fire and eyes.

"Be careful" rolled in his throat for a moment, but before he could shout it out, he felt the scorching heat of the sun.

"boom--!"

A golden sun exploded above the long table in the conference room, burning the flowers in the vase, overturning thirty-seven chairs, and shattering the screens on the table.

The houses collapsed and flames engulfed the vision. Su Ming'an quickly grew white tentacles, grabbed Anthony and others who were unable to dodge, and with a wave, threw them in all directions like fireworks.