"I think it's a game." Ming said with a smile, "It's a dangerous, yet desirable dimensional game that gambles the fate of a civilization."
The barrage of comments surged like crazy:
[He spoke! It turns out he can speak! ]
[I thought he was going to sit in meditation until the end, but I didn't expect him to start again! ]
[It’s here, it’s finally here…]
[“Desirable”? So the first player is… in favor of the world game as a human opportunity? ]
[The players at the top of the list are all a bunch of lunatics. It is normal for them to like this kind of game. Only lunatics can resonate with the organizers who are also lunatics!]
On the screen, someone stood up, as if to refute Ming's point of view.
The camera shifted slightly and fixed on the woman who was holding a black knife. Her long black hair flowed behind her like a waterfall, and the kimono embroidered with pink cherry blossoms showed her soft body lines.
"You think this is a game?" Mizushima Kawase said, "How can there be a game that costs the lives of human beings and the fate of civilization?"
Facing Mizushima Kawanasora's sharp questioning, Ming smiled lightly, as if nothing had happened.
"I remember my point of view was clearly stated at the opening ceremony," he said. "Since we can't resist, we should do our best within the circle drawn by the organizers. Treat a fate mechanism that makes us despair as a game, and gradually pass inspiring tasks in exchange for points, which are steps to move upwards. Players always have endless possibilities - isn't this the best way to motivate?"
"You know something, right?" Mizushima Kawaseong clenched the black knife, his veins exposed: "About observers, hunters, snipers...about those people who are independent of the player identity."
Ming smiled and looked at her, like a Granite gentleman patiently waiting for a lady to speak.
Everyone was watching the confrontation between the two, countless eyes were focused here, and no one pressed the button to interrupt the conversation.
They were also looking forward to what kind of ideas these two usually silent people could come up with.
"Those who have gained special identities and given up their identities as players never come back after a dungeon is over. They are thus [assimilated] by the game." Mizushima Kawaseong looked at him, his usually resolute eyes trembling slightly at this moment: "Can they come back? After the world game is over, can they still..."
“Bang, bang.”
Wilson banged the gavel:
"Ms. Mizushima Kawai, your remarks are irrelevant to the current topic. If you want to discuss [the impact of special identities on the world game], please discuss it in our 14th topic later."
"I just wanted to ask a quick question." said Mizushima Kawase.
A bouquet of bright red roses lay quietly on the empty seat next to her.
"After you killed Mizushima Kawaharu." Mizushima Kawasora looked at Ming: "She never returned to the main god space. Do you know where she went?"
…
Noel looked away.
"A boring question." He said, "It's something that can be figured out with a little bit of thinking. Ah, this woman actually wastes our time in this kind of situation, how boring..."
"Mizushima Kawaharu has become an observer, right?" Su Ming'an said, "I've read people's summaries on the forum. If you die in a world instance and don't return in time, you may have obtained the conditions for a special identity. It seems that Mizushima Kawaharu is the same - she really wants to help her sister in this way."
He remembered the appearance of Mizushima Kawaharu in the fifth world.
She lowered her head, knelt on her knees, begged for mercy and cried sorry in front of the whole world, and trampled her face into the mud. Everyone was laughing at her.
Under Hui Shuhang's pressure, she died as light as a feather.
Before that, she gave up all her dignity and turned from a willful and proud young lady into a pawn of an aristocratic family who sold her body.
...Perhaps after that, she decided to find the path that suits her in another way, not as a player.
"Yeah." Noel nodded: "It has nothing to do with us anyway."
He held out his hand, his movements simple and direct.
"Now, Su Mingan, I sincerely invite you to cooperate with me." He said:
“You are the first player, the hope of mankind.
This world game does not bring a crisis, but just a law of the jungle and an evolution.
Evolve the fit ones and let them embrace the higher dimension. Eliminate the unfit ones and let them self-destruct.
I hope you stand to the end, and for this I can provide you with all the support, including props, public opinion, and information before the world copy begins.
And you have only one obligation to fulfill—"
A touch of pure comfort bloomed in Noel's eyes.
"It's about embracing the higher dimension," he said.
Su Mingan's eyes shifted slightly.
Noel continued:
"The Human Self-Saving Conference is meaningless - you think so too, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked your clone to attend and come to the amusement park with me.
Humanity is on the verge of destruction and our future is bleak.
Even if we jump out of this game, what awaits us is still an endless cycle of reincarnation."
"Hold my hand and join the new world." Noel stretched out his hand, five fingers open, waiting for him to hold it: "We share the [special identity given by the organizer], and we are both the most suitable beings for evolution.
Forget about the crude human self-help organization of the United Group. Even at this critical moment, they still can't see the reality clearly and are still thinking about fighting to the death for that tiny power.
Broaden your horizons and open your mind.
Here, I have an opportunity for your evolution.
We——" Noel smiled, with a clear light in his eyes:
"——It has an extremely grand [New World]."
Su Mingan turned his head away.
He did not answer Noel's question directly, but looked out the window.
"—guess what I saw?" he whispered.
Noel was slightly stunned and looked out the window.
Through a thin piece of glass, his eyes touched a gloomy sky.
A ray of skylight, like a light band, spread out.
That was the last ray of light under the setting sun, and now it was gradually shifting as the Ferris wheel moved.
The first player sitting opposite was bathed in a blood-thick glow, like a still color photo.
A slanting band of light slowly disappeared.
The Ferris wheel reached its highest point.
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