"Welcome to the Back to the World Game?" The thirty-seven people looked at each other, shocked by Su Mingan's proposal of "joint story".
Su Mingan smiled slightly, without further explanation, and said, "According to the order, next one, Luna, please continue your report."
On the fifth chair, Luna on the screen said, "Everything is going well on my side. More than a hundred years have passed in the small world. Considering the life span of souls, the first group of players and I took turns sleeping and only stayed awake part of the time."
She turned her shoulder, revealing the tall buildings behind her, and could even see iconic sights like the Oriental Pearl Tower and West Lake. The landscape was almost exactly the same as the original Zhai Xing.
Behind her, thousands of players wearing modern T-shirts, short-sleeved shirts, long shirts, down jackets, and windbreakers all laughed and waved at the camera:
"Just waiting for everyone to come in!"
"Don't worry, we have built this place very well! Everything is the same as in my hometown!"
"No, no, there is still a difference! Better welfare, more resources, and a more beautiful environment!"
More than thirty people were looking around, taking in the small world on the screen; the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were also staring intently.
…
[The small world is built! It really looks like the original one! ]
[Damn, black technology! ]
[Was the original Zhaixing really formed naturally? Did it also go through such a process? 】
[I heard in Alande’s live broadcast room before that Xiaona invited Su Mingan to become the “brain” of the world game. As long as Su Mingan solves this last instance and gets full marks, the world game will leave... Then we can all go home! ]
[Hmm? You guys can actually send out such in-depth messages. It seems that the system rules have fewer restrictions on barrage messages.]
[Does this mean that we are getting deeper and deeper into the world game and are about to break through it...? ]
[How strange.]
[I think the world game still has its charm. ]
…
While feeling relieved, Su Mingan also felt a pang of pain in his heart.
The scenery on the screen was identical. He understood more clearly than anyone that it was an imitation, a sandbox, a jewel in his palm.
Go home.
This concept has been lingering in his mind since eight months ago. From September 30th to today, May 31st, he has been pursuing this concept like a demon, hypnotizing himself to get here.
When we go home, does it have to be the original home that we go back to, or does it count as going back to a place that feels like home with everyone else?
If a person's body returns home, does it count as a return home? If a person's ashes return home, does it count as a return home?
If home is no longer the same home, is it home? If everything in the home is a replica of the original home, is it home?
He knew the regret in his heart, that he still didn't reach a perfect ending. However, perfection seemed to be a kind of falsehood. Everyone knew this very well, so most of them applauded and smiled.
At this time, a voice sounded:
"...Is it exactly the same as the original Zhai Xing?" The man in the 35th chair spoke. On the screen, he had curly hair, thick eyebrows, and tense facial muscles. "But the original Zhai Xing was not good...I don't have any hometown filter for that planet. It's a terrible place."
His name is Alauddin, a man from a certain region in Africa. He had experienced oppression, his wife and children were separated, and he had great ambitions, but because of his status, he could only do the lowest jobs. It was not until the World Game changed his fate that he worked very hard and finally got this position.
He knew that this seemingly inconspicuous conference table was actually more important than the largest conferences in the world before, and he didn't know how many eyes were staring at it. He wanted to say something for the people of his hometown:
"Some of you are from peaceful countries, so you may not know what we lived like before. We didn't have enough food to eat and had to drink sewage from the sewers. I look glamorous now, but I used to carry manure every day to make a living. My wife had to trade her body for rice money, and I could only accept it with my ears closed."
"Our girls are sold at the age of twelve, and now I see some of them healthy and strong on the list at the top, and I'm proud. But I'm worried that once the world game is over, they will be immediately blamed by their hometown people for not following the rules."
"As long as our boys are taller than the wheels, they will be pulled out to join the army. When you are playing in the mud, they have already been soaking in the mud and clearing mines with their bodies. Some of them don't even have their own names because their whole families are already in the mud."
"The advent of the World Game makes me feel like I'm soaking in honey water. The Henggang Doomsday and the White Sand Paradise are the real paradise for me. There is no need for hell, because we have been in hell. There is no need for heaven, because this is heaven."
"Everyone can have enough food, and even sea cucumbers and abalone are common. There is no need to work every day, just leisure and entertainment. I heard that the world game has been reincarnated many times, and this kind of life can actually last for a long time... Of course, I am not asking for this kind of life to continue. I just want to say that judging from public opinion, many people actually don't want to go back."
"We are ending their 'sweet dream'."
"Going back? What can we do? Can we guarantee an eight-hour workday? Can we have two days off a week? Can we refuse to work overtime? Can we stop living in a state of ...
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