Chapter 284 The Funeral Tomorrow
The duel with the Eleventh Wise King was a fierce one, but because the Eleventh Wise King did not kill him, Yue Fan suffered no casualties. However, the Thirteenth Wise King and the Eleventh Wise King were both killed.
The players who survived the disaster were not happy.
Because Gao Mengtang is back, but has lost his memory.
Upon hearing the news, the teammates burst into tears. They wanted to help Gao Mengtang regain his memory, but when they opened the Black Tower APP, they found that the APP was automatically updated to the official version, and all their previous clearance videos were deleted, leaving no trace.
Everyone cried again.
Fortunately, Gao Mengtang likes to take photos as souvenirs, and they found a group photo of everyone in front of the torii in the "Scavenger" copy.
Wei Wei introduced them to him one by one: "Me, He Lun, Bai Jie, Duan Song, Lin Li, Xiao Cang Lan."
Gao Mengtang looked at the faces carefully. Bai Jie had dark skin and dyed red hair. He Lun wore a trendy college student's standard micro-shaded cap, and Duan Song was handsome like a movie star.
A group of people smiled happily and made victory gestures to the camera.
When I looked up again, I saw skeletons, dead borns, and people whose bodies were corroded.
"We are no longer recognizable from our original appearance!" Bai Jie wailed, "Wow, I still want to change back to my original skin!"
Gao Mengtang smiled and said, "I remember you."
He held out the Braille slate.
Hundreds of years of corrosion had caused moss to grow in the cracks of the Braille slabs. Gao Mengtang had touched the words over and over again, and they were almost worn away, with only a few words still recognizable.
: Helun, Weiwei, Baijie, Duan Song, Xiao Canglan, Linli. Remember their names.
The upper part is the language of the inner world, and the lower part is the translation of the common language of the outer world.
The reconstruction of the main building of the Moon Banner Base Camp did not take too long. Luca, who was integrated into the building, replicated the former Moon Banner Castle overnight.
However, the garden will take some time to repair.
This forgetfulness caused Gao Mengtang to regress to the state of the twelfth Wise King. He could hardly speak the common language, could not write his own name, and when someone called him "Brother Mengtang" or "Chief Gao", he just passed by without any reaction.
When she woke up in the morning, she muttered Hui Shi's name and asked him to bring her ice water.
A hand stretched out from the wall and handed the ice water to Gao Mengtang. Although there was no expression on his face, he could feel that the hand was very sad.
On the morning of April 4, the Black Tower game was officially launched. On the afternoon of April 5, the other members of the Moon Banner rushed back.
Players who did not follow Gao Mengtang into the [Last Dead] dungeon were swallowed by Hydra and transferred to other places.
They had no idea what Gao Mengtang had been through. The time in the copy was only a few seconds in reality. They woke up in a strange place, confused. When they came back, the garden was gone, He Lun, Duan Song, Bai Jie were disfigured, and Gao Mengtang had lost his memory.
The group of people hugged each other and cried bitterly again.
On April 7, invitations from the government, media, and social organizations came pouring in to Yuefan Base Camp. What followed was a half-year of meetings, discussions, and investigations.
The true face of the Black Tower was revealed, and the players no longer tried to hide it. Many people took advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos. The management, the army, and the company were all cleansed. Every day when you turned on the TV, you would hear explosive news.
Occasionally there was no news, and the radio and television headquarters was captured.
Gao Mengtang couldn't count how many times he was surrounded by the media, nor how many words of script he read at press conferences.
He doesn't know many words now, so before each speech, Wei Wei acts as his tutor and gives him emergency training.
It is unknown what purpose the outside management had in mind, but they compiled the story of the Black Tower players' rebellion against the "Evil King Eleven" (they believed that the word "virtuous" was not worthy of the title Eleven) into a moving heroic epic.
He Lun, Duan Song, Bai Jie and others with horrible faces also stood in front of the camera, the flashlight shining on their somewhat dazed eyes. They didn't like the way they looked now, but everyone claimed that their ugly faces were medals to resist the erosion of the other world.
The funniest part was the showdown at the Moon Banner Base Camp, where uninformed people claimed that the Evil King Eleven knew he was powerless and, in his dying struggle, merged his soul into the main brain to preserve the already gamified area.
Only Gao Mengtang knew that the Eleventh Sage King could have chosen not to do this. He could have chosen to die, wait for a hundred years, wait for an opportunity, wait for the mortals who now framed him and slandered him to turn into dust, and then revive from the ashes. Just like he had done before.
Why did the Wise King Eleven use his own soul to repair the main brain?
"Twelve, I've been dead for too long and don't want to die again." The last words of the Wise King Eleven echoed in Gao Mengtang's mind.
Facing a row of microphones and hundreds of cameras, Gao Mengtang, who was reading a script step by step, suddenly put down his speech.
The staff below kept winking at Gao Mengtang, asking him to continue reading.
For about half a minute, Gao Mengtang looked around at the reporters surrounding him, and suddenly he felt that everything was so unreal.
People who are at the center of a storm often cannot see the full picture of the storm.
But they knew how this storm would unfold.
He had read the manuscript to the end. He should have said: The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage. In the past, we resisted floods, plagues and wars. Today, we resist the invasion of the other world and the evil king eleven. This is a glorious victory for mankind.
Then wait for warm applause from the audience.
Gao Mengtang put the manuscript on the table and said in the common language he was not very proficient in: "This is not a glorious victory for mankind. First of all, he is the wise king, not the evil king. Secondly, the eleventh wise king and I are not human beings."
The whole audience was in an uproar. Wei Wei and others were sitting in the audience with serious expressions. When they heard these words, they showed surprise... and joy.
"The reason why I was able to defeat the Eleventh Wise King is because I took advantage of his kindness and also took advantage of my own kindness." Gao Mengtang looked at every camera calmly, but the reporters who were broadcasting live cut off the line one after another.
"The Eleventh Wise King trusted me, and I poisoned him, causing his soul to enter a weakened state."
"I ordered my teammates to attack the Mastermind, not because I had a sense of justice and wanted to sacrifice myself to save the world and humanity."
The microphone was cut off, and Gao Mengtang continued in a louder voice:
"But I know that the Eleventh Sage King will not disappoint the Ancient God's followers, Epiphyllum Ridge, and the Thirteenth Sage King. He will definitely protect the Mastermind."
"I pierced his chest at this time. He would not want to return to the place of death. Instead, he would use his most precious thing - his soul - to protect the main brain at the last moment."
Gao Mengtang: "Victory is not a hymn to courage, but a elegy to kindness."
The security guards drove the reporters out, and after Gao Mengtang finished speaking, everyone in the room left.
Only Wei Wei, Shang Yu, Lin Li and others were sitting in the audience. They smiled and clapped, but the applause was sparse, and Gao Mengtang had never been so satisfied with the applause.
In early autumn, the Yuefan base camp was overgrown with weeds.
Although Gao Mengtang made a big fuss at the press conference, his strength was there and no one dared to question him.
In October, Gao Mengtang, as the "Governor of the Black Tower Special Zone", signed a 20-kilogram document with managers from all walks of life, followed by the formulation of various rules.
At the end of autumn, the unrest had initially subsided, and strict immigration restrictions were imposed between the gaming area and the outside areas. People in the gaming area focused on killing monsters and leveling up, while people in the outside areas went to school, took exams, and went to work as usual.
On November 11, Gao Mengtang finally had a day off after working non-stop for more than half a year.
That day, Enemy Rabbit and Hydra came back strolling as if nothing had happened and snuggled into Gao Mengtang's arms. Gao Mengtang was not angry with them.
They just want a home, they have no other choice.
After the world's various regions were gamified, the enemy rabbit finally didn't have to breathe the poisonous air. He turned back into human form and lay on Gao Mengtang's knees.
"Tangtang, Xiaoyi asked me to give you this letter."
It was a beautiful light green envelope commonly seen in boutiques, and the letter paper had a circle of exquisite lace. It should have been bought by the Eleventh Prince in the mall.
The letter paper was a little old. Gao Mengtang then remembered that it had been seven months since he last saw Xian Wang Eleven.
When it was unfolded, the handwriting was sloppy and the strokes were stiff. It was obvious that the Eleventh King had not yet started practicing calligraphy.
: Twelve, between you and me, one of us must be the last person to die before the Black Tower game is officially launched.
：Since you can read this letter, I guess you have defeated me (it must have been a narrow victory), and I am already dead.
：But don’t be too happy too soon. I have a lot of experience in how to resurrect after dying into nothingness.
: Be careful, one day, I will return like a ghost.
——Wise King XI
Written on April 4, 367 SGD, 4:00 AM
The letter written before the [The Last Dead Person] copy is opened.
After reading it, Gao Mengtang couldn't help but laugh. In the dilapidated garden, Duan Song and He Lun built a swing, and Gao Mengtang sat on the swing and swung back and forth.
He raised his chin and looked towards the main brain at the tip of the Black Tower 7. He seemed to see the figure of the Wise King Eleven in the light blue halo. He pressed the main brain's fragile shell, which was like rock candy, with one hand and stared at Gao Mengtang darkly.
This feeling actually made Gao Mengtang feel relaxed.
"But I still have to say sorry." Gao Mengtang said to himself.
When the first snow fell, Wei Wei directed the Yuefan members to clean up the courtyard that had been abandoned for more than half a year.
It can no longer be called "Moon Banner". The plaque has long been replaced. The current name is [Hei Ta Special Zone Headquarters]
"Be careful when laying the floor tiles, and don't make the gaps too big." Wei Wei supervised their work, "There's a drain there, so stay away from it."
Bai Jie wailed, "Brother Wei, do we have to lay the floor tiles? Our boss is now the director of the Black Tower Strange Area..."
"Governor of the Black Tower Special Zone." Wei Wei corrected.
"Why don't you ask someone else to spread the cloth!" Bai Jie wanted to cry but had no tears because his head was a skull.
Wei Wei: "No, we haven't settled down yet, how can we let someone with unknown origins enter the Moon Banner Base Camp?"
Duan Song also shouted: "Use your black clay puppet!"
"My ID card is the soul of the Eleventh Wise King. He is there." Wei Wei raised his hand and pointed at the main brain on the Black Tower Seven. "If you can find a way to help me get my ID card back, I will be very grateful."
Paper shredder...Wei Wei changed its name to He Luo.
The black He Luo carried 20 floor tiles and crawled to his master's feet, begging for a small dried fish.
He Lun was in a miserable situation. He turned into a dead born and couldn't control his strength, so he smashed a whole truck of floor tiles.
The raised dust and the smell of mud made Wei Wei cough several times. He wanted to smoke a cigarette and reached into his pocket out of habit.
There was no cigarette box, but a handful of melon seeds that Wolanbei gave him.
After losing his ID card, Wei Wei's physical condition was not as good as before. He lost the ability to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk and could not smoke. He went to the hospital for a physical examination and was diagnosed with lung disease, heart disease and stomach disease.
After Gao Mengtang knew about this, he soaked all of Wei Wei's tobacco leaves in water. Wei Wei was unhappy and went to Gao Mengtang to argue, but he saw Gao Mengtang with an innocent and pure look on his face.
Like a little rabbit that bit off the data cable, she didn't know where she got the confidence from, but she proudly puffed out her chest and looked at him without backing down: So what if I made trouble, can you still blame me?
"Mr. Blind Man, I will quit smoking and drinking gradually." Wei Wei said helplessly.
Gao Mengtang: "I don't want to proceed step by step."
The next day he soaked Wei Wei's cigar in water again.
Before he caused further trouble, Wei Wei first resold his treasured wine collection. He was worried that these fine wines, which he had snatched from various leaders, would be poured into the bathtub the next day.
Thinking of this, Wei Wei smiled. He looked out at the courtyard where the snow was falling. It was already evening. His friends were busy with their work, and the lights on the black tower made their shadows very long.
It was also on this night that Gao Mengtang built a new statue - the corpse of the Wise King Eleven sitting on the throne.
It was almost identical to the statue that Xian Wang Shiyi had made for himself, except that in the statue in the other world, Xian Wang Shiyi's face was covered by a hood. In this statue, Gao Mengtang carved his facial features.
Narrow fox eyes, a thin and straight nose, a thin jaw, and tea stalks stuck in the ear holes.
The sculpture was placed in the auditorium. Gao Mengtang looked at the ten-meter-high sculpture. Outside the window, his teammates were laying floor tiles with great effort. Complaints and laughter could be heard from time to time.
"Stop messing around, stop messing around, and get back to work," Bai Jie said in a serious tone, "We haven't settled down completely yet, don't be too lazy, or something unexpected might happen tomorrow."
Heron laughed like a dead man: "That will be tomorrow's business."
On a moonless night, the snow looked like the tears of an immortal. The courtyard was dark and filled with rubble, with weeds poking their heads out from the cracks and being crushed by passersby.
Across the wall, twelve white pillars in the auditorium were carved into figures wearing white robes and holding lanterns. They lowered their brows and nodded, looking compassionate, as if they were resting or mourning.
The light shone on the white stone pillars, so bright that it was a bit dazzling.
At the end of the auditorium, there is a completely black sculpture of the Eleventh Wise King. The light cannot reach here, and it always sits in the shadows. The black relief on the background wall depicts the history of the other world from birth to destruction. The light is dim, and you need to hold a lamp to see the details of the relief.
Gao Mengtang, holding a suona, climbed up the statue of the Eleventh Wise King with great effort, sat on his knees, and swung his feet back and forth.
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