Chapter 92: It’s so sad, how come there’s only one day left of vacation! * …
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"Do you know what I was thinking at that moment?"
Odysseus stared at me. "I was thinking, I met a madman. But my subconscious told me that what he said made sense. After all, I have seen you."
Under what circumstances can a game character come into reality?
Magic, artificial technology, and another world.
...or both are game worlds.
A strange electric current rushed up my back and exploded in my mind. I stared at Odysseus in a daze, and all the unanswerable questions were answered.
If the real world is also a game, then all the problems I am struggling with will no longer exist, and swapping between characters will be as simple as pasting and copying two characters.
Everyone can go from reality to games, and from games to reality, because both of them are worlds that only exist in data.
After finally finishing his words, the silver-haired young man heaved a sigh of relief, and relaxed his shoulders somewhat exhaustedly.
I suddenly realized where his uneasiness came from. Unlike me, Odysseus always believed that he was a human. One day, he suddenly realized that he had been living in Earth Online. Everything was programmed in advance.
A strong sense of disappointment can destroy a person.
I put my hand on his shoulder, as if touching a small animal. The silver-haired young man looked up at me, his eyes revealing a bit of confusion and bewilderment. I met his gaze and spoke softly.
"You know what? Ever since I was born, I knew I was a game NPC.
For us, even if we know that we are created, we are not unwilling. It's like some kind of game setting, we know that we exist for the players, a group of crickets living in a cage. "
"...Wouldn't you feel resigned?"
"What can I do if I am unwilling?"
I shrugged and replied in a joking tone.
“Whether it’s an NPC in the game or an ordinary person, this world is real to us. Everyone is doing their best to survive.”
A werewolf who managed to escape from a slave trader.
A monster that fights desperately with the player to protect its home.
A god who has been dead for a long time but still longs to return to this world.
"Even if we know we are illusory, it doesn't mean we don't want to continue living. Otherwise, we wouldn't compete to appear in front of the players and increase our roles."
"I know what you mean, I just find it very... boring."
Odysseus raised his eyes slightly, as if looking at the sky outside the ceiling.
"Don't you find it scary? You think you are a living person, but in fact, your every move may be set. Your thoughts are not your own thoughts, and your intentions are not your own intentions. Those creators are observing your every move, and they have a full view of your self-righteous life. Are you really you, or are you... an [NPC] set up by those higher-dimensional beings and existing for someone else?"
“Who knows, but as long as you are alive, you will always find something you love and are willing to work hard for. Your life may be influenced by other people, but what you insist on will never let you down.”
Odysseus stared at me for a long time and asked softly, "What about you? Why have you persisted until now?"
“To avoid going to work.”
I didn't think twice.
Odysseus was silent, he wanted to say something but stopped, and swallowed his words back.
I smiled awkwardly. This wish seemed a little embarrassing. Embarrassed, I quickly changed the subject: "By the way, how are your fans?"
Odysseus' eyes darkened: "...I haven't paid attention to them for a long time."
At first, he wanted to leave the company and was busy getting out of the vortex. Later, various things happened and he didn't have the energy to deal with fans. Then he found out the truth.
Even this world is fake, so it's impossible to expect him to divert his attention.
"In that case, how about starting a live broadcast today?"
I remember the first time I met Odysseus, he was live streaming. At that time, I was only concerned about escaping, and I didn't expect that one day I would say such words to him.
"This world is fake, and they are just programs. Their love for me is part of the setting. The most important thing right now is to deal with Xia Pingan and this world..."
"But there's nothing you can do about it."
I shrugged. "As a programmer, how can you rebel against your creator? At most, we can go to the game company and find out what's going on behind the scenes. But it's impossible for the two of us to break into that kind of place, so we need help. I'll go find Sean and Kajol, and Neil and Samuel will definitely come after I send a message. This all requires some preparation time."
"I can't just let you do these things..."
"You are helping me now. A companion with distracted thoughts is the greatest difficulty."
"...Okay, wait for me to take care of the wound on your face."
Odysseus sighed in compromise, stood up and walked out. He found the medical box, took out the spray and sprayed himself, and the wound on his face healed immediately.
I was watching this scene with great curiosity, and seeing my interest, Odysseus handed me the entire medical box.
"Are you interested in this? Take it and play with it. I'll go and try to adjust the machine."
I took it and asked: "What about the medicine you gave me?"
“It will take half a month to eliminate.”
"It took so long!?"
"I thought half a month would be enough for me to find some evidence, and then I would tell you the truth. It was you who came out too quickly."
Well, you blame me in the end? I curled my lips, opened the medical kit, and used the medicine inside to treat my sore muscles.
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Still in the music room, Odysseus motioned for me to step back and then turned on the live broadcast.
A simple live broadcast page popped up, and the barrage of comments increased rapidly at a flood-like speed.
[QAQAQAQ Oh my God, I am not dreaming, Odysseus Odysseus ahhhh]
[Oh my god, Xiaobao, you are finally live again! ! I thought you forgot your live broadcast account! ]
[Ahhh, I finally see you again, Xiao Di, you are not really going to quit the music industry, are you? I really like your singing.
[qaq Although I am sad, everyone should stay calm. I will always support you, Odysseus. You should have your own dreams. Whether you want to sing or write a book, our Xiao Di will always be the best! ]
A large number of barrages flew by and covered the screen in an instant, even causing the live broadcast room to lag a little.
Odysseus laughed softly, the sound was not loud, but it made the whole live broadcast room pause, and then he refreshed the barrage of comments even more enthusiastically.
[Odysseus smiled! ! My cool brother smiled! ! ]
[Wow, baby, you look best when you smile! ! ]
[After leaving that stupid company, I think I even smile more! Although I am sad that I can’t hear Xiao Di’s singing anymore, I can ruminate on the past for 300 years! As long as Xiao Di is happy!! ]
Lines of comments slid past quickly, carrying the most sincere excitement and wishes. Even Odysseus himself did not notice that his expression gradually softened.
"Thank you everyone, I'm doing fine these days. I'm preparing a new book. Yes, it will probably take some time, so I won't be releasing any new songs in the near future."
"Yeah, sure. What do you want to hear? Debut song? Ah... that's a song from a really long time ago. Sure."
Odysseus stood up and took a lyre. This was a replica of an ancient instrument, with a smooth and beautiful wooden bow and strong strings. There was no music amplifier, no electronic music, and no wide sound range.
He tied his long hair into a neat ponytail, revealing his clean face. When his eyes met mine, he suddenly blinked for no apparent reason.
When beautiful people make this expression, it seems like slow motion. The eyelashes are like a small fan, slowly rising up, sweeping the eyes and making people feel itchy.
I smiled silently as Odysseus raised his hand and plucked the strings.
An indescribably clear voice poured out, echoing in the silent room.
It is like mercury falling to the ground, entangling the listener's mind. It is also like the wind blowing through the early summer, blowing lightly by the ears. This is a song written in the language of the elves in "God's Favor 2.0". It is graceful and light, with beautiful singing.
“At the beginning of life, each of us is a child of nature.”
"Running barefoot on sharp stones, with feathers and bones of birds and beasts on their heads."
"You and I are brothers and sisters, wandering in the jungle and singing at night."
"Calling upon the powers of the earth and the forest, divine the stars and the rising and falling of the sun and moon."
Surprisingly, this is not a song about love.
Odysseus lowered his eyes, and his voice suddenly became powerful. If he was just chanting an epic poem, then from this moment on, a surging mountain torrent burst out, roaring and smashing down with an irresistible momentum.
It seems as if one can see the first elves running on the earth, with their strong upper bodies naked, hunting prey with spears in their hands, like a group of strong cheetahs.
They work when the sun rises and rest when the sun sets, use animal bones to predict their fate, and stand in awe of the changes in nature.
With bright bird feathers pinned in their hair and wild animal skins on their bodies, no prey can escape the sharp eyes of hawks. The proud elves jump on the branches and run in the wilderness.
The great forests are their mother and the homeland they swear to defend to the death.
Odysseus sang loudly, using the technique of throat singing. A high voice and a low voice sounded at the same time, complementing each other. It was like being in an ancient wilderness, letting the wind blow against you and looking into the distance at nothing. There was only you left in the vast world. In the extreme sadness and grandeur, the light sound of the lyre was like a stream flowing, adding a touch of gentleness and melodiousness to it.
The wild elves danced around the bonfire, free even in the dangerous forests, tasting wild fruits and honey, bathing and playing in the river.
They gathered petals and flax to weave their own clothes, and they bored holes in bones to play music.
The so-called elves grow up in the forests.
She is beautiful and flawless in appearance, but equally determined to defend her homeland.
Even in the most dangerous situation, they will not forget the delicate beauty. If their hearts cannot be completely defeated, they will never lower their heads even if they lose.
Odysseus' eyes were slightly closed, and his gifted voice matched his superb singing skills. He was just sitting there, but he combined glissando, long notes, transitions and vibrato, and paused at the right time for each breath. In the simply decorated live broadcast room, the atmosphere was as warm as a cloak raised to the ceiling, and the aura was two meters and eighty centimeters.
The barrage of comments kept jumping like crazy. If you could hear the sound, even a deaf person would probably hear the intense screams and applause.
I stood behind the light head and looked at his brilliant light.
He sat in front of his computer, singing to the countless audiences on the other side of the terminal, but his eyes fell on me.
Then she smiled brilliantly, her silver hair like the moon.
The light enveloped him, outlining a beautiful picture. Every ray of light was just right, like a gorgeous crystal flashing with flames.
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