Chapter 89: I feel bad, I’m stuck! * …
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There was silence between Samuel and me all the way to the door of Odysseus's house.
I was thinking about his words absentmindedly, and he just kept looking at me. The atmosphere was barely harmonious.
I couldn't help but ask him, "Samuel, what do you like about me?"
He smiled and said, "If you tell me that I like something about you, you should change it, I will be very embarrassed."
I sighed, "Isn't this embarrassing now?"
"As long as you don't say it, I think I still have a chance."
"illusion."
"…I've already said it, provided you don't say it out loud."
Samuel asked me, "Do you like Kajol?"
I gave him a puzzled look: "Why do I like him... No, Kazhu likes me?"
Samuel was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed with glee.
It is sad to be rejected in love, but it is even more hilarious to see your mortal enemy not even confess his love to you.
Looking at him like this, the corners of my mouth twitched: "Have you ever thought about the fact that you told me this for him? I really never thought about it in this way before."
Samuel stopped laughing.
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When we got to the place, he stood up and opened the door. I got off the aircraft, and the eyes from behind followed me all the way until I stood in front of Odysseus's door.
The last time I came to Odysseus's house, I took away a copy of The Book of the World.
I went there again today. As soon as I stopped, the door in front of me opened silently.
"Come in."
A faint voice came from the surveillance camera, and I walked in. The mechanical butler took me to the room.
The simulated window automatically projects the shimmering sea light, reflecting the bright blue. A young man with silver hair and green eyes sits in front of the window, looking sideways at me.
There were neatly laid out papers and pens in front of him, some of which were written on, while the rest were blank.
I glanced at it and saw some words that didn't form a sentence. Odysseus noticed my gaze and said, "Do you like this?"
"I'm just curious about what you're writing. I heard it's something about "God's Blessing 2.0"
Odysseus ran his fingers over the papers on the table.
"Yes." Odysseus asked the robot butler to bring me a drink. "I haven't written it yet. If you are interested in this, I will write it for you to see."
"You don't seem to have any problem with me being like this."
"I'm just making some preparations...some necessary preparations. I've always wanted to see you again. But before I do, I thought I'd give this to you."
He opened the book's inner compartment, took out a chip and handed it to me.
"You can use the mechanical butler to look at this. Xia Pingan left it for you."
The offer was tempting enough, so I took it.
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The projection flickered and flickered, and finally returned to a stable state. Xia Ping'an's figure jumped out on the screen. He looked haggard, but there was a surprising light in his eyes. He looked directly at me outside the screen.
I haven't seen him for a while. Xia Ping'an seemed to have grown up a lot in an instant, and his expression became serious and determined.
"I would be happy if you could see this chip. Before I go on, I have to tell you something."
"My grandfather was a great and talented programmer. He created many things, but the one he was most proud of was Divine Blessing 1.0. It was his lifelong ideal and effort."
"I never thought I would take this path. Unlike my grandfather, I am a mediocre person, nothing special. Even if I work hard to learn the skills my grandfather left behind, at most I can become a programmer and find a job in a company."
"...I hate my parents."
Xia Pingan clenched his fists: "They threw Grandpa's hard work into the trash can, and never thought about how hard Grandpa worked. Just for that little bit of money...that money that was never used on Grandpa! Later they died in an accident caused by the game company. Isn't it ridiculous?"
"I once wanted to join a gaming company, but failed. Yeah, how could they allow the children of murdered people to join their company?"
"At this time, you showed up and gave me hope. With your connections, I successfully contacted some people in the game company and got some information."
"Before he died, my grandfather told me that the world he created was full of hope. I am going to find this hope, and if I succeed..."
He smiled brightly and spoke to me with a firm gaze.
"I will definitely repay you."
The light suddenly brightened. I took a deep breath and turned to look at Odysseus: "So he entered the game?"
"I don't know. I just promised him to bring you something."
"What did you do for him?"
"Actually, I didn't do anything special." A strange look flashed across Odysseus's face. "I just introduced him to some people in the company. I didn't do anything else. But he gave me some rewards... I mean, it was far beyond my imagination."
"I think we should talk about..."
I rubbed my temples and pulled out another chair. The robot butler brought me a drink that smelled sweet.
Odysseus looked me straight in the eye: "What do you want to talk to me about?"
I tried to organize my words and tactfully steered the topic in the direction I least wanted to go: "Did you...have a dream?"
He looked at me steadily for a while and nodded slightly.
My head started to hurt when I saw him like this. I couldn't help but drink some water. I don't know what this drink is made of, but it tastes really good.
"You speak, I listen."
"I did have a dream. In the dream, I was sitting alone in a tree. In the distance were green forests. The light shone on me, and everyone was far away from me."
His voice sounded like singing, as if a bard was sitting by the fireplace in a tavern, gently plucking the strings and humming. Samuel picked up the tea at hand, and the mist blurred his expression, making it difficult for me to see clearly.
"This is something that happened recently. I often wonder... Have you ever thought that we don't exist? This world may just be an illusion. You and I, we don't exist."
How did this suddenly jump to a philosophical question?
I was stunned by what I heard. Odysseus stared at me expectantly, as if he was eager to get resonance from my mouth.
When he realized that I had no reaction, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
"I see. I'm the only one who knows..."
"What new styles do you have that we can talk about?"
He shook his head silently and said to me softly, "I'm sorry."
The water cup in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces with a clang.
My eyes went dark and I fell headfirst.
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When I woke up, soft, hazy curtains draped down, blocking my view. I thought I was in bed until the sound of my wrist shaking woke me up.
I looked over with some surprise and found that they were a pair of rose gold shackles. They were on my ankles, clashing with the hard chains. I was in a golden birdcage, with a soft silk mattress beneath me.
In an instant, countless colorful articles on the player forum flashed through my mind, and I gasped, horrified to find that I was caught in some strange play.
I don't want to talk about what happened next, let alone experience it myself! The most important thing is that all the magic power in my body disappeared, and there was no game room in sight.
My expression became a little grim, and I tried to see something from the decorations around me. Unfortunately, the bed curtain blocked my view until footsteps gradually approached and lifted the curtain.
"How are you?"
Odysseus asked me softly. He had tied his long silver hair into a high ponytail, revealing his fair and slender neck. The sunlight shone from behind him, spreading into a hazy circle of light.
He and I looked at each other through the golden railings, and he looked like an angel. I pursed my lips, but my throat was still a little dry.
"You drugged the water?"
"I helped Xia Ping'an with one thing, and he also helped me with one thing. That was getting the medicine."
"I want to help you."
"Everyone says I'm a genius, but do you know what a genius is like? It's like a bird in a cage, singing loudly, but no one cares about its thoughts. I was in pain and I wanted to be free, but at that time, you saved me. I have always wanted to say thank you, although you may not need it, but I still want to say..."
He bent down, resting his forehead on the railing, and looked at me with extremely gentle eyes.
"Thank you for saving me. I want to write a book for you."
That book must be filled with romance and innocence, contain all the touching poems, and embody the purest emotions.
Golden birdcage, iron shackles.
The grand and clear sunlight and the gentle-looking silver-haired young man.
If these four things are combined together, if I were not the protagonist, I could read the 300-page sequel on the player forum.
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