Chapter 141 The Entrustment, the Computer Room, Nothing Gained, Like Going to an End...

After the last bit of support beneath his feet disappeared, Fu Ze floated in the void. After a long while, he blinked as if waking from a dream.

He raised his hand to his chest and whispered as if speaking to someone, "We...did it."

His sentiments went unanswered, and because he was in the boundless void, there was no echo at all.

Mocking his earlier self-delusion, Fu Ze reached to his waist, pulled out the gun that Yuan Jianxing had prepared beforehand, and weighed it in his hand.

Unlike the Hercules AXR that Fu Ze was familiar with, Yuan Jianxing prepared a rather small pistol for easier concealment.

Although he knew that the person he wanted to confide in wasn't here, Fu Ze still spoke his mind.

It's as if the other person is right next to you.

"After discovering my ability to 'die and be reborn,' I pondered this question—"

Considering that he had been to many unusual places during the chase of Raven, Fu Ze first checked the condition of his guns.

What would happen if I committed suicide?

When I worked with Hara Kenshin as a trainee executive officer, I learned a lot about firearms by secretly studying his knowledge.

"Will it result in immediate death?"

So even though he had never touched this model of pistol before, he disassembled it with ease and without any difficulty.

"Will it heal its fatal wound on its own?"

Holding the basic gunpowder-powered ammunition in his hand, Fu Ze smiled with a hint of regret.

"Or perhaps I'll awaken in a completely unfamiliar body?"

It seems there won't be any more of that show-off scene this time where he pries the bullet out of his wound, puts it back in, and fires it again.

"Although I am a very inquisitive person, it doesn't mean I would joke about my own life."

At this moment, the entire world, including the [Center of All Things], was "saved and deleted" by Fu Ze. Therefore, having lost his GM privileges, he could only use the most primitive method—the heat from his palms—to dry the slightly damp ammunition.

"Moreover, the experience of death in this game is very realistic."

Fu Ze subconsciously quoted the information he had left for himself in the [Special Key].

With the corroboration of his own experience, this statement became quite credible.

"But now I finally remember how I designed the internal logic of 'death in lieu of life'."

After reloading the bullets into the magazine, Fu Ze remarked with some emotion:

"Based on my understanding of myself, or to put it more simply, based on my understanding of the future recipient, Fu Ze, as the 'writer Fu Ze'."

Once everything was ready, Fu Ze pulled the safety and fired a shot into the empty space in front of him.

“If things have reached a point where even the recipient, Fu Ze, cannot resolve them and can only despair and commit suicide, then it means that this world is beyond saving.”

Based on the recoil and various tactile feedback, Fu Ze determined that the gun was usable.

"Then let's use 'Fu Ze's suicide' as a trigger and just delete the entire world."

Pointing the gun at his temple, Fu Ze raised his head with no small amount of pride.

"Fortunately, I did live up to expectations."

He lived up to the trust placed in him by "the letter writer Fu Ze" and also to the trust placed in him by Yuan Jianxing.

"Bang—!"

As Fu Ze pulled the trigger, the last trace of existence of this world vanished into nothingness.

-

Once again, Fu Ze was enveloped by those familiar cocoon silks.

Although these cocoons still make a jarring sound due to friction during their growth.

But that discordant sound, like the murmuring of a deity, never reappeared.

After all, the notification function attached to "Death and Rebirth" has ended, and even "Death and Rebirth" itself no longer exists.

When the cocoon broke this time, Fu Ze did not fall as usual. Instead, he turned upside down and floated upwards.

"Splash!"

Accompanied by the sounds of liquid splashing and ice colliding, a slender forearm covered with a fish-skin-like material clung to the edge of the transparent glass container.

Immediately afterwards, a cacophony of voices erupted.

"It's Fu Ze! Fu Ze has finally come out!"

"Someone come quick! Someone come quickly!"

"Boss, are you alright? Do you still recognize us?"

"Take a bathrobe! A bath towel is fine too, whatever you have!"

All the sounds disappeared after Fu Ze propped himself up and casually waved one hand.

After calming himself down a bit, Fu Ze slowly opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings and his own situation.

In his memory, he was wearing a Hola 27 Pro holographic immersive device before entering the game.

Instead of wearing some kind of gel-like clothing, lying in a huge glass container, enveloped in a coolant that glows blue and has a layer of ice about ten centimeters thick floating on the surface.

Noticing Fu Ze's confusion, someone nearby offered to explain: "Manager, about eight hours after you entered the game, your body started to heat up, and the equipment started to alarm."

Another person added, "So we took it upon ourselves to transfer you here and put you into the prototype of the latest Hola Max, which hasn't been released yet, so you wouldn't get burned to death."

As further evidence, another person brought over the folded clothes of Fu Ze.

Fu Ze had no time to bother with such details.

After removing the numerous motor patches attached to his forehead, he immediately got up to get out of the glass capsule.

Perhaps still unable to recover from his semi-floating state, Fu Ze seemed to have forgotten how to walk for a moment. He tripped over the edge of the glass cabin as soon as he took a step and almost fell over.

Several people around him rushed to help him up, and casually wrapped a jacket that they had taken from one of their colleagues to put on Fu Ze.

After readjusting to the gravity of the real world, Fu Ze staggered forward with the help of several people, asking, "How are the players now?"

"All players who logged out in the first batch have been confirmed safe."

“Other players have also logged out of the game recently, and we are tracking their status.”

Nodding, Fu Ze instructed:

"Immediately coordinate with the police to retrieve all players' personal information. The hacker's accomplices are among the last batch of players who woke up."

"Special attention should be paid to people who have had access to computer-related higher education but dropped out due to external reasons."

“In particular, those with close social relationships such as sisters, daughters, or nieces should be the focus of investigation.”

In just a few words, Fu Ze had regained his balance.

After shaking off the people who were supporting him, Fu Ze ignored the question, "Manager, where are you going?" and strode out of the room as if he were going to an appointment that he was about to be late for.

-

After a long journey, Fu Ze barged into the company's core computer room.

Here, towering server racks are arranged in rows and groups, resembling a series of overlapping mountains.

Thousands of integrated computers housed in server racks are performing calculations according to a set program, flashing green light in a highly regular manner.

Rushing to the rack with the highest access level, Fu Ze logged into his administrator account with trembling hands.

After pressing Enter, he looked at the progress bar that was exactly the same as the one that had appeared on the panel before, indicating the progress of the "Death and Rebirth" event, and his face turned pale.

Although Fu Ze wanted to turn his head away to avoid affecting his mindset, another, more urgent desire compelled him to keep his eyes on it.

It was like a self-execution.

The powerful performance of the professional computer allowed it to complete the simple account login function almost in the blink of an eye.

But Fu Ze still felt it was too slow, like a year passing in an instant.

Once the interface had fully loaded, he immediately began searching for the data he had previously broken down and uploaded regarding the first test, "Code: ULTIMATE".

He first typed "Yuan Jianxing" into the search box.

After pressing Enter, the database completed the retrieval within just a few seconds and provided a lot of information about "original stars".

As Fu Ze browsed through the list, he discovered that Yuan Jianxing, whom he was familiar with, was not among them.

His heart tightened suddenly, but then he realized that he couldn't use this method to search.

Because the original stars are "dead" by definition, while the original stars provided by the database are the ones that were still alive when Fu Ze backed up the world.

Taking a deep breath, Fu Ze switched to another search system and began filling in the restrictions.

"Time of death..."

"The location of the death..."

Perhaps hurt by his earlier "recklessness," Fu Ze did not immediately search for information about Yuan Jianxing this time, but instead searched for information about other people he had "reincarnated" in his place.

Because the time in the game is not synchronized with the real world, and due to some necessary content omissions, the time in different regions of the game may also differ.

This distinction will be uniformly aligned and erased after calculation by the [Center of All Things].

So after several attempts, Fu Ze finally found the correct anchor coordinate option.

The first person he found was Wan Chuanqiu.

Unlike before, when they were in the game and hadn't regained GM privileges, they could only infer this person's life and preferences from the clues left on Wan Chuanqiu's phone.

At this moment, everything about Wan Chuanqiu was presented to Fu Ze in detail.

Standard information, such as: name, gender, age, place of origin, ethnicity, etc.

Unconventional information, such as: generation time, generation purpose, thought meme, variable weights, etc.

If we exclude that unpleasant "first meeting," Fu Ze himself had almost no contact with Wan Chuanqiu; at most, he might have accidentally come across Wan Chuanqiu's videos.

Even so, before learning the truth about this world, Fu Ze felt a certain amount of sympathy for this little internet celebrity.

How much injustice must a person have suffered to choose such an extreme method as "murder" to exact revenge?

Even after learning the truth about this world, Fu Ze still followed his habitual way of thinking and treated the other person as a living, breathing human being.

But now, the data displayed on the screen in front of me ruthlessly and coldly proves that the other party is just an NPC generated for a certain purpose.

But Fu Ze was not saddened by this.

So what if they are NPCs? As long as they have an impact on you and remain in your memory and experience, their existence is real.

Using Wan Chuanqiu as the origin, Fu Ze proceeded to search backwards step by step.

He found Bogdan, and he also found Carp Tail.

Like Wan Chuanqiu, they had all kinds of information records.

But there is no original star here.

Incredibly, Fu Ze searched several more times, even relaxing his search criteria.

But they still gained nothing.

Fu Ze rarely doubted the programs he had written, especially those that had been successfully verified multiple times. But this time, he kept praying that he had missed some condition that led to the error.

otherwise……

Otherwise, he would have to admit that he had completely lost Yuan Jianxing.

Twice.

After logging out of his administrator account, Fu Ze leaned against the side of the server rack and slowly sat down on the ground.

Unbeknownst to him, the remaining coolant on his body had already slid down his calves and gathered into a small puddle beneath him.

At this moment, a solitary Fu Ze was reflected in this small puddle of water.

After a long while, Fu Ze's posture, which he had maintained for so long, finally changed.

He covered his eyes and let out a heart-wrenching cry.

"ah--"