[If all of humanity places its hope in one person, will civilization fare well?]
"When you read this, the life-and-death game to redeem the planet has already begun."
"All o...
However, the god encountered a bug in the end. When both his bright and shadow clones were unusable, he escaped the fate of death and the planning of the game system.
As the concept of the old days goes, "Heaven and earth are born with me, and all things are one with me." I am all things, and all things are me.
If the butterfly Zhuang Zhou dreamed of died, would he not want to wake up? If the butterfly Zhuang Zhou dreamed of died, where did this dream come from?
The butterfly would have thought: In a certain "possibility", is it "Zhuang Zhou"? Or are thousands of "butterflies" similar to it and have dreamed of a similar "Zhuang Zhou"?
When you are lying in bed, have you ever thought about "another me in a parallel world"? Have you ever expected the concepts of "the kindest me", "the most evil me", "the richest me", "the me who draws the best"?
When you do something that you can't control, or say something in a fit of rage, have you ever thought that this is actually a "reflection" of yourself from another 9,999 timelines? The "other self" did such a thing, and it was reflected back and affected you.
At the moment of thinking, my thinking has already confirmed my existence. So, sayings like "following fate is fate" and "killing fate is also fate" are actually meaningless. Before discussing the metaphysical "fate", let's avoid "agnosticism" and "nihilism".
What he needs to do is to find out unwaveringly what it is that he wants to change.
If it is to change Li Mingyue's fate of death, then change it.
If it is to change the final outcome of the old world, then change it.
First there is the action of "killing", which is a concrete rather than metaphysical concept. Only when the sword is drawn for this goal can the result of "killing" be achieved.
He pushed all the "possibilities" out of the chessboard.
He will destroy the "game hint" before the end.
——Then, perhaps for a moment, the "butterfly" really did not dream of "Zhuang Zhou" again.
He looked at the task bar. When Changge died, the mission of the ruler was declared completed.
"You know what?" the spirit said, "In fact, at the beginning, I did regard you as an enemy. In my observation, there is a 65% chance that you will stay safely by my side, and a 34% chance that you will break free from my control. The possibility that you have come to this point today is no more than 0.002%. So I have been thinking... 0.002% is too small a chance, I really can't let you do it."
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[“If you can do this, I will give you the highest blessing.” The spirit said:]
[“But your chances of success will not be higher than 0.002%.”]
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"But you even considered this 0.002% probability and arranged for [Night Player] Changge for me. It really is foolproof..." Su Mingan said with emotion. The people of the old days really calculated everything.
The gods are silent.
Su Mingan said: "I just have one last question."
"You say." The god nodded.
"——Are you Adu?" Su Mingan asked.
The air became quiet for a moment.
The god with white hair and white eyes stared at the white cat doll of the same color on the sofa.
Lights danced in the city, neon colors reflected in the eyes of the gods, and gradually a trace of extra color emerged. He put the poetry collection in his hand aside and replied:
"no."
Hearing the god's answer, Su Mingan smiled.
"[Juliet said, who told you to come here?]" Su Ming'an stood up, walked to the table, muttering to himself.
The god's eyes moved slightly, and he slightly turned sideways with his steps. His white hair moved mistily, like a piece of smooth silver-white silk.
"Love, said Romeo, urged me to seek out this place; he gave me advice, and I lent him my eyes. I can't steer a boat, but if you were on a distant coast, I would also brave the wind and waves to seek your treasure.
While carrying it on his back, Su Mingan placed his hand on the poetry collection on the table.
"—— Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet." He lowered his head and whispered the name of the poetry collection on the table: "This one is Rabindranath Tagore's Stray Birds."
"Yes, why did the old world have "Romeo and Juliet" and "Stray Birds"? "
"Adu."
"Can you tell me? The first world game... who is the first player who is hailed as the 'savior'?"
He stared into the indifferent eyes of the god:
"About 1,200 years ago, in the First World Game, the first player saved the world and was hailed as the savior. 1,100 years ago, General Qin became good friends with the savior, who later disappeared. 1,040 years ago, in the Second World Game, which was the era of Changge and Brother Necklace, we all know the rest of the story. General Qin won the Third World Game, and before he died, he handed over the authority of observation to the AI left over from the First World Game. This AI is you."
"But the period between the first world game and the second world game is completely blank."
"You all said that the savior was called 'Su Ming' - who is that person?"
The gods were silent.
Su Mingan waited for a long time, but got no reply, so he smiled and said, "Okay, I already know."
No answer is the best answer.
He had already guessed the answer. He would talk to Noel after returning to the main god's world...if Noel was still there.
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Before leaving, Su Mingan stretched out his left hand. There was a white lighthouse logo on the back of his hand. This was the reward for a perfect clearance [New World].
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