After this trip, there is no turning back. Authority is his last trump card, and it is also his only weapon to fight against the organizers as a human being. Everything else is too insignificant.
Xiaona placed her hands in the void, as if there was a black door handle there. She lowered her eyes and head, and her high heels stepped back, as if she was pulling back an endless curtain.
"Please."
Her figure disappeared.
The light poured into Su Mingan's pupils.
He saw a vast expanse of starry sky, but it was not an unsupported suspended field, but a high platform similar to the ancient Greek debate field, with ivory-white buildings and incomplete sculptures standing side by side. Perhaps philosophers had argued about human wisdom and philosophical principles in a similar scene, but it was never used for this purpose.
"They" specifically chose the place where human philosophers debate as the conversation scene. Could it be that they are as wise and tolerant as those Greek philosophers?
Su Mingan walked to the center of the venue. He was surrounded by dilapidated buildings, and could vaguely glimpse the glory of the old civilization. Above his head was the vast starry sky, which was extremely deep and broad, containing thousands of scenes and colors, making people feel insignificant.
When he stood still, his live broadcast room could no longer be opened, and the functions of recording, shooting, and friends were instantly unavailable. He was like a man standing here naked with nothing in his hands.
“Hua La La—”
In an instant, the turbid starlight fell down, and several dark figures with amber texture condensed on the high platform. Their arrival did not have any power or pressure, as if it was just a visual change.
Then, dozens of deep gazes slid down and stared straight at Su Mingan in the center.
If it were an ordinary person, he would have been so scared that his legs would tremble. However, Su Mingan was not afraid, and his eyes fell vaguely into the air, as if he didn't want to make eye contact with any high-dimensional beings.
Under the surrounding white pillars, ancient texts and myths were engraved between the ivory white. At his feet were the remains of civilization, scattered all over the ground, as inconspicuous as stones discarded on the roadside.
"(Why do we have to look down upon him?)"
"(Hurry and make him level with us.)"
——It was a strange, abrupt language, like ancient poetry.
In other words, it is not a language, but more like the collision of signals. Words have been simplified to the extreme by them, and can be transmitted only through the network of thoughts.
However, when Su Mingan heard these collision sounds, he could understand their meaning - he actually understood their conversation.
The next moment, he felt the height under his feet rise to the same level as the other platforms.
“(Okay, now it’s even.)”
“(Can he understand us?)”
"(Probably not. Therefore, we need to use human communication methods to communicate with him.)"
A large amount of information exchange took place in just a moment, even mixed with mechanical sounds. Perhaps there was mechanical life among them.
Su Mingan stood on the raised platform and looked around. He saw twelve raised platforms, surrounding the platform he was on in a circle. If the platform he was on was included, there were thirteen.
A figure appeared on each platform.
Su Mingan seemed to be hallucinating - these were "isolated islands" that were close to each other but not connected to each other, trapped in the vast and endless sea. People on the "isolated islands" could communicate and form alliances, but they could not walk to each other, nor could they go further and become compatriots.
Could this be the relationship between them?
Su Mingan deduced very early that the World Game should not belong to the organizers. The organizers are also part of the game, but they are just acting as "organizers" and trying to use the game to gain benefits. They must abide by the rules of the game, cannot directly attack the players, cannot arbitrarily disrupt the fairness of the game, and cannot prohibit the players from making their final wishes - they are also "prisoners" of the game.
At most, they can exploit loopholes, such as tempting players to acquire special identities, or secretly instigating infighting among players, but they are like a tiger with its limbs locked. They have the strength but cannot break free of the shackles of the rules and cannot do more.
——They may not even all be of higher dimensions.
Maybe they are slices, maybe they are demigods, maybe they are the King of Garbage, or even the second-level Kagurako demons from the world of Rovatha... There is no need to imagine them to be too great. Maybe after taking off the mysterious veil and losing the protection of the rules, they are not that strong.
Therefore, when they discovered that Su Mingan might have authority that was beyond them and could reverse the entire world game - they became so excited and even greedy - this was an authority that was superior to themselves.
They don't want to destroy him or erase him, but to take him away.
Just like the wandering trash collectors in the universe, they all have things they cannot accomplish, so they need his strength.
His death replay was superior to theirs from the very beginning.
…
【According to the theory of the universe, each birth of the universe is a long process of energy precipitating into matter and matter transforming into energy. The same parameters create this "reincarnation", while different parameters make each "reincarnation" change. If people walk on the Möbius strip, they will never reach the end.
He thought of a possibility - is it possible that the control of the world game is not entirely in the hands of the organizer, and the remaining control is in his hands? He is not an ordinary player, but the operator of human civilization on the battlefield, and has lost his memory?
For example, through time and space, the grandmother paradox, and the Ouroboros of cause and effect, will he be able to challenge the organizers in the future?
Death rollback, is this the "resistance" given by his future self?
——《Chapter 5: "Charm A"》】
…
Is this possible?
Could his guess at the beginning of the game be correct?
However, he felt that he was just an ordinary person anyway, so the past 19 years did not seem to be fake. If even his past was fake, then what elements were left to support him to become "Su Mingan"?
He was more inclined to believe that there was another answer.
[Who gave the death rollback function?] This is the only important question. Once this is solved, all doubts will be resolved.
Just as he was lost in thought, on the "isolated island" nearest to him, a vague shadow took shape, and a pair of rabbit ears stretched out from the shadow. The Boss Rabbit pushed away the thick fog, revealing the original appearance of the big white rabbit.
"Honey~ Rabbit is here! Do you feel at ease seeing an acquaintance in an unfamiliar environment? Rabbit's platform is the closest to you. If you have any difficulties, you can talk to Rabbit." Boss Rabbit waved at him with a smile on his face.
Su Mingan glanced at the Boss Rabbit, then looked at the remaining eleven thick fogs.
It must be said that seeing the Boss Rabbit actually made him feel more at ease. Compared to the other eleven unknown creatures, the Boss Rabbit was the most familiar creature in human cognition.
"——(Su Mingan.)"
The voice of Dieying came from the second "island", and his blue eyes were faintly visible through the mist, with a gilded color.
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