——He once thought this was just a nonsensical and funny plot line.
——But I didn’t expect that this was the last lament of a civilization.
Su Mingan stood up and walked to the window.
The bright white data passed slowly around him like illusory vanity.
Several lights in the distance went out, as if the last ray of warm afterglow was annihilated from this city-state.
From here you can see the Constantine University in the inner city. A tall auditorium is shrouded in black fog, and through the windows you can see thousands of young students inside. They are absorbed in their thoughts, typing away on their keyboards, and seem to be envisioning the future of scientific research.
The houses on the street were lit with dim yellow lights, and an elderly couple with white hair sat by the window, their figures blurred. The warm light lengthened their hunched figures, and the rocking chairs mixed up the light and shadow by the window.
The trucks rushed out, kicking up dust, and the fully armed soldiers followed one another, forming a long and thin galaxy. Their faces were young and old, of varying appearances.
The cold wind blew Su Mingan's black hair, and his pupils reflected the thousands of homes in the thick fog, as if he saw a paradise falling into a quagmire.
"Dawn, what if I don't agree with your plan?"
The Dawn System walked up to him and said, "Doctor, when it comes to the survival of the city-state, I have the final say."
"…Is that so?" Su Mingan said.
It turned out that the Dawn System was just going through the motions. Whether he agreed or not, the Dawn System would activate the final plan. Maybe the plan had already been activated.
At this moment, Su Ming'an suddenly remembered some of the secret conversations between Akto and him when they left Kaiusta.
At this moment, a clue in his mind connected... He realized that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.
His attitude suddenly changed, and he turned to the Dawn System and said, "If I agree with your plan, what do you need me to do?"
"Leave everything to me. You only need to go into hibernation." The Dawn system said, "If you need, you can make a broadcast before hibernation."
"A final broadcast to bid farewell to all of humanity."
…
“Click, click—”
Dozens of helicopters dropped boron and sand on the vast desert.
This is an area with extremely high concentration of black fog. There are three energy stations nearby. In order to repair these energy stations, a firewall must be set up in the center of the black fog.
This is a mission that almost guarantees death, and many people will die quickly, their bodies already damaged beyond repair.
There were corpses lying on the sand, and next to each corpse were several flag-like mechanical pillars. Firewalls were erected using them as coordinate points, like a long silver bridge.
"NPCs are different from us. If you die, you die. Aren't you afraid?" Violet said to an old man who was putting on protective clothing.
This mission was too dangerous, and even Violet felt that it was unnecessary to take the risk. So a group of players stood timidly on the edge, and no one dared to rush forward to set up the firewall.
Only the NPC soldiers rushed out and gradually fell in the brilliant silver light. Their corpses almost piled up into a white hill.
The old man shook his head and smiled slowly: "I know, I am what you call an NPC, but what does it matter? I originally thought that selling some antiques in the sand would be enough for me to live a hasty life. But now I find that the world still needs old men like me."
"Are you going to carry this in? Let me hold it for you." Violet saw that the old man was carrying a heavy vermilion sniper rifle on his back.
"No need."
The gray-haired old man slowly turned his head, revealing a blind eye: "It reminds me that I once experienced that war in which I lost all my friends."
After saying this, he smiled slowly, his fine wrinkles gathered, and a childlike enthusiasm appeared on his face. His smile was almost identical to the original Actor's, like a reflection of the humans in countless ruined worlds.
Violet withdrew her hand and watched the old man walk into the thick black fog.
She placed her hand on her chest and felt her heart pounding. In the ruined world, she had come face to face with too many unyielding souls. Their unyielding spirit in the face of the war of civilization made her realize for the first time that humans could be so united and brave.
The organizers' means of differentiation are indeed superb. They boiled the frog in warm water, provoked conflicts between adventurous players and casual players, and turned the players into a group of scattered sand.
She couldn't help but wonder, if there was no intervention from the organizers in the world game, would they, the people of Zhai Star, be able to unite like the humans in the ruins world?
All human beings should be the same, and their blood and indomitable spirit should be awakened. What has led to the current situation of gamers in the world? Is it inequality, laziness, jealousy, or the selfish desires and struggles of some people?
“…”
Violet stared at the black fog in front of her, and her heart began to ache.
"Violet, have you received the new task issued by Su Mingan?" At this time, a female player with a ponytail came over.
"No," Violet said.
"We don't have it either." The players next to them shook their heads.
"I hope nothing happened to Su Mingan. Why did he suddenly disappear? Didn't we agree to assign us new tasks..." said the player Locke.
"Who knows..." Player Zhang Xiaoqi scratched his head.
Violet frowned, but suddenly heard a "sizzling" sound coming from the car radio. Not only the car radio, but also watches, personal terminals, mobile communicators, and loudspeakers in the distance - all sound transmission devices could hear this sound.
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