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Chapter 207 Chapter Two Hundred Five · "I Didn't Expect You to Become Wang Xingkong"

"Why not?" Su Mingan asked back: "If doing so can better achieve the ultimate goal, why take a long way?"

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

With a slight movement of his fingers, he opened the ongoing human self-help conference.

The live broadcast interface was extremely popular, and the barrage was like snowflakes, almost invisible.

"Now seems to be the critical time of the issue." He said: "I feel that you still seem to have concerns about me, watch the live broadcast with me, and then talk."

Su Mingan dropped his gaze.

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

Although even during the break period, players can also start the live broadcast.But without point rewards, he naturally never paid attention.

During the break, not only adventure players can open the live broadcast room, but casual players can also broadcast live.They live broadcast forging, live broadcast of potion preparation, live broadcast of making milk tea, learning, eating and broadcasting, drawing, playing online games... and even live broadcast of pure chatting and live broadcast of coaxing people to sleep.

Some adventure players would also turn on the live broadcast if they had nothing to do, and some of them would turn on the live broadcast for pure chatting.For example, the former Iris, she will also start the live broadcast during the three-day rest period, chatting and interacting with the audience.

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

On the screen, a group of people are arguing with red faces, while the young man in white suit sitting quietly at one end of the round table smiles softly and harmlessly.

Noel rested his chin, his long eyelashes flickered beside the somewhat transparent screen: ""Fate". Moved me a bit."

"In the current crisis, when death is approaching, people will be more sensitive to this kind of music that can resonate with them." Su Mingan said.

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

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

The picture on the screen, the barrage is frantically swiping, 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 anything he doesn't know?This also, this also...]

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

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

[The three loyal followers, the excessively high favorability of npcs, and the constant optimism of the boss rabbit, as well as all kinds of strange actions and overly predictable thoughts, I think this person is really suspicious. 】

[But he played really well, it really made me cry, I think maybe we have wrongly blamed him before, can we give him a little trust...? 】

【…】

There were exclamations and doubts in the barrage, but the core of their discussion was Su Ming'an.

Even though Ming had been sitting down for quite a while, people's topics hadn't changed, as if they had turned the live broadcast room of the joint group into an exclusive chat for the first player.

Su Mingan has always been a topic of high interest, and his every move affects people's minds, even on this occasion.

Compared with the barrage that flows through, it seems a bit out of place in the picture, and an issue is going on.

It is marked at the top of the live room.

This topic is:
[All of you here think, why did the organizer hold such a game? 】

The first to speak was Donna from Ayer.

"For the game." Donna said so seriously.

A few laughs came from below, and Tang Na's brows frowned even tighter.

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

"Game is a kind of behavior based on the satisfaction of material needs and to satisfy spiritual needs.

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

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

Large hunters will also play with their prey as a toy before letting it die.

It is a spiritual release, breaking away from the shackles of the body, a free dance of the soul of a creature, and a carnival that consumes excess energy.

Even animals of a lower order from our point of view need play.

So, why do you think that aliens at a higher level than us, or even high-dimensional creatures, cannot play games? "

"drop--"

"So, why can't it be an experiment?" Sopel, an arms dealer with a mouthful of gold teeth, stood up with a smile:
"Just like our human sociologists or biologists, in order to conduct some 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 "Hobbesian culture", and I can't resonate with your point of view.

Just like the villain on paper cannot imagine our existence, we in a lower dimension cannot imagine the existence and thinking of high-dimensional creatures. "

Tang Na frowned: "It's ridiculous, why do you think so highly of the organizer?
Haven't you heard Mr. Hu Runkang's conjecture?

【Main God Construction Flow】.

Maybe they just mastered a certain aspect of technology, not as great as gods?Otherwise, they can directly erode our spiritual world, so why bother to make such a detour? "

"drop--"

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

He said: "At present, the progress of all mankind does not seem to be so critical.

If at the last moment, the organizer doesn't need to trip us with an extremely difficult dungeon, then we don't need to be so urgent.

Maybe we can take a longer view.

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

"..."

Su Mingan frowned as he watched the scene unfolding on the screen.

He has long felt that the topic of this kind of human self-help conference is meaningless. It is like a group of people who have integrated the comments flying around the world forum and dumped them in a conference room like a vegetable market.

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

This group of people was afraid that the organizer would not be malicious enough towards them—they actually said something similar to "Let's find the organizer's loopholes together" in this kind of world-renowned live broadcast room.

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

He seemed to have noticed Su Mingan's expression, smiled, and seemed to comfort him: "You don't have to be so harsh on them, in the face of the crisis in the world, what they think is a group of people sitting down to chat and communicate with each other.

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

Where data is missing, people tend to fill in the gaps themselves.And all pessimistic statements seem to sound deeper than optimistic ones. "

Listening to Nuo Er's words, Su Mingan suddenly realized——

The number two in the world seems to have always been opposed to human beings in their speech posture and standpoint.

Noel will use "they" to refer to human beings, and use "human beings" instead of "us" as an analogy. He never puts himself in the position of "human beings", and uses the tone of a bystander.

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

Su Mingan realized—maybe Nuo Er never thought of himself as a human being in his heart.

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

"Noel." Su Mingan looked at him: "You have been assimilated."

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

The light outside the window was far away in front of his eyes, and it complemented the bright picture on the screen. He watched Nuo Er's always smiling eyes, and felt the sharpness and temptation hidden in the words of this seemingly childish No. .

"Do you know? I read your whole guide about the Fifth World." Noel said, "I really appreciate...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 obvious in the silence.

"—[Do you think the world you live in is real]?" Nuo Er said, "At that time, you were vaguely reminding Hui Shuhang that the world she lived in might just be a A fictional copy of the world. And all the memories and emotions she possessed may have been infused artificially, and do not actually exist.

Just like Wang Xingkong back then, you know about him, right?

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

And then...he realized that all the peace he knew was fake, and his future didn't exist from the beginning to the end.He loves this world to the point that his heart is like a dead tree, and in order to stay in this world, he also humbled himself into the mud.

But all his past, the him who lived in the dream that he had shaped, were all playthings of the organizer.

It's like walking on the wrong road, but going deeper and deeper, until there is no turning back..."

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

Noel was silent for a moment.

The cylindrical building block rolled down on the table, and slid all the way down the slightly sloping table. Noel didn't reach out, and let it slide to the ground, making a crisp sound.

His hand rested on the long building block, as if frozen.

"Su Mingan."

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

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

……

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

【—It is often those good wishes that lead human beings into hell on earth. 】

……

The main god's space, under the building area disguised as a residential building, hides a large underground laboratory.

On the ice-white ground, a researcher holding a notebook was walking, and in the center of the laboratory, there were waves of roars like wounded beasts.

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

"I want to go home, death can go home, why haven't I died—!"

On the chair in the center, a young man with a ferocious face was tied up, trembling all over.

Even though he couldn't move, he was still trembling as if he had mobilized all his strength, as if he might pounce like a mad lion at any time.

Suddenly, as if he suddenly figured out something, his body, which was trembling violently, fell into a brief silence.

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

"I can't escape, I can't escape—" he suddenly yelled, tears streaming down his face, and his entire face became a ditch with water flowing.

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

"——If you can't kill me today, I will definitely let you die... Satan is coming, and none of us can escape, we can't escape... Hahahahahaha..."

The young man was still screaming, he was laughing fiercely, his face was smeared with blood, his smile was mixed with black and red, and he looked particularly ferocious and terrifying.

Shi Guang divided his face into two halves, one half of the face was frowning, the corners of the mouth were curled up, as if he was smiling, but the eyes of the half face were drooping downwards, as if divided into two people from the middle.

In front of him, stood a middle-aged man with a rich appearance, white and fat, and when he was looking at the groaning man on the chair, the middle-aged man was beating the cigar in his hand, with a sad expression on his face.

"...Is he still like this?" He asked the researcher next to him who was in charge of recording, his tone full of worry.

(End of this chapter)