As long as he remembers what his goal is, it doesn't matter what the journey is like. He just wants a result.
He heard Noel's smiling voice across from him:
"Su Ming'an, I've actually seen you on Zhai Xing, although you may not have seen me."
Su Mingan raised his head.
"I remember your look. It was a look that a student shouldn't have... What kind of look was that?" Noel held his chin, as if recalling:
“The look in your eyes at that time… was numb, as if you had accepted your fate.
Empty and wooden.
——It’s like losing all the blood in my body, and I’ve become shriveled.” Noel’s smile was as pure as an angel.
"And now, I seem to see a shining you."
Noel reached out and placed a box of building blocks in his hand:
"I have written some information about the Sixth World on it. You can go back and prepare slowly.
Thank you for your trust in me, beacon of humanity.
We'll meet again in the next team world."
…
Su Mingan walked out of the amusement park.
In his hand he held a stack of assembled building blocks of different colors with bright red, twisted words on them.
He suddenly felt a chill on his cheek.
Looking up, I saw little bits of snow falling from the sky like catkins.
...November 26th.
He remembered that the main god space did not specifically simulate the weather system, so did anyone spend points to simulate it?
Since the emergence of the architectural virtual scene mechanism, many unreal things can be reproduced.
This is especially true for simulated weather. Many people who grow flowers and plants have also found this good news and can simulate various weather conditions in their own yards.
And now, it seems like someone is simulating a snowy day?
Su Ming'an stretched out his hand, and snowflakes floated on his hand, stirring up a chill.
There are LCD screens hanging on the streets nearby, all broadcasting live broadcasts of human self-rescue conferences.
"…First Player, so, your philosophy is to allow everyone to realize their own value?"
A clear female voice was heard on the screen, and someone was asking a question.
Su Mingan turned his head and saw the leader-like figure bathed in light on the screen.
"nature."
The first player in the conference room, facing countless eyes, said sincerely: "We need to understand that each individual has value. We need more players to play and earn points. I personally think that although concentrating points on a few individual players is useful, for safety reasons, everyone still needs to become their own points safe..."
"But I remember, Player One, your theory wasn't like this..." someone objected.
"As time goes by and the system changes, people's thoughts are always changing." Ming said: "I love those who are willing to look at me, but I admire their striving even more.
Everyone is a luminous body. Even if we are not the sun, we are stars that can reflect light.
If we don’t want to be forever displaced in the ever-changing era and become the victims of public opinion, and we want to change the script of our lives and see the light of day, then we must pursue our own light...
In this era, no one is luckier than anyone else, and no one is more unfortunate than anyone else. "
Su Mingan stared at the screen.
The snow melted on his hands. He lowered his head and saw a cold area on his palms.
"——Don't run! Don't run! Take my sword!"
Suddenly, children's voices were heard from the street. Two children with pigtails and thin clothes ran madly from the street, holding dangerous long swords with sharp blades in their hands, and stabbed each other.
This originally seemed extremely dangerous on Zhaixing, but it was normal here. People's physiques were digitized, so winter wouldn't be particularly cold, and children with added physique points could run around in single clothes. The rules did not allow direct attacks and injuries, and there was no danger even if they fended each other.
"I caught you. Eat my Changhong Sword!"
"Take my Ice Soul Sword!"
"Hey, I can't hit it!"
The two little kids took their swords and attacked each other with no hesitation.
There were no adults behind them. I don’t know whether the adults were not selected or could not be contacted.
Since the establishment of organizations such as the United Group and the beginning of the human race's transition from chaos to order, many posts looking for relatives have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. The World Forum even opened a special section dedicated to posting posts looking for relatives and friends.
Even elderly people who are not very good at using such tools, or children who know nothing about anything, can go to organizations such as the United Group to get free help to help them find their relatives.
In this way, there will be fewer children left unattended.
...But there are always people who can’t find their relatives.
Su Mingan looked at the two children who were running wildly from one end to the other with no one taking care of them, and wondered if the two children had not found their relatives either.
Then, he suddenly heard one of the children shouting.
"—I want to be a beacon! I am a beacon!"
The other child immediately refused to accept it, dragging the sword that was half his body tall and yelling: "No! You are not, I am the lighthouse!"
"I am!"
"You are the light chaser! I am the beacon!"
"You don't understand the meaning of a lighthouse at all. You are just a simple light chaser!"
"You don't understand, but I do!"
"What do you know?"
"The Lighthouse is to chop down everyone and become the strongest——!"
"Light Chasers are all trash! They are useless! I will win if I can chop you down!"
"You're not, rebound!"
"I bounce back too!"
"The rebound is ineffective!"
"It must be ineffective! Don't run--"
…
Su Mingan stood still, watching the two children running farther and farther away.
The snow and water hit his body, gradually forming large patches of water marks.
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