Chapter 89.
The allocation of dormitories for workers in the dungeon was also random, so Wilder could not stay with the alliance members.
This man was his next-door neighbor. The two knew each other on the first day. The man called himself Eleven.
According to him, he was a member of a small guild and had originally come to the dungeon with his guildmates, but after experiencing the first few crises, all his teammates died and he was the only one left.
Wilde saw that he was not wearing work clothes, so he thought he must have just got off work.
The man named Eleven looked very young. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers and was very tall.
His face looked sickly pale, as if he had not seen the sun for years. Maybe he was afraid of the light, but even when he was indoors, Eleven always wore a pair of black sunglasses.
At this time, Eleven was leaning against the door frame, seemingly staring at Wilde through his sunglasses.
Looking at his face, some fantastic guesses flashed through Wilder's mind.
Obviously, Eleven can't be this person's real name, and he always covers his eyes. Could it be...
"The light is not glaring now, why are you wearing sunglasses?" Wilder asked meaningfully.
He saw the corners of Eleven's mouth curl up.
"Due to the confusion on the deck, my eyes were injured a little."
"Yeah?"
Eleven tilted his head slightly towards Wilder and said, "Of course, if you are interested in this, maybe you can help me check the condition of my eye injury."
As he spoke, Eleven raised his hand to the frame and prepared to take off his sunglasses.
Wilder watched his movements and for no reason felt a sense of resistance in his heart. Before his brain could react, he heard his own voice.
"No need for that. Since your eyes are injured, you should take good care of them."
"Well, that's a pity. I was hoping that you might be able to treat me." Eleven put down his hand leisurely and said with regret.
Wilder saw that he had given up on taking off his glasses, and he breathed a sigh of relief without even noticing it.
At this time, there was no third person in the dormitory corridor except the two of them. Wilder felt a little uncomfortable being alone with the man named Eleven.
When he was about to say goodbye to Eleven, he heard Eleven say, "Mr. Wilde, I read another interesting story today, but I don't quite understand some parts. I would like to ask you for advice."
Wilde felt that it would be impolite to refuse such a request directly.
So he said, "Of course, ask."
"You are such an honest and kind person." Before telling the story, Eleven suddenly said this with an ambiguous meaning.
The strange feeling in Wilder's heart rose again. He always felt that the smiling young man in front of him seemed to carry some kind of hidden malice.
"The story I read today said that a great god came to this world and asked the creatures there to sacrifice a certain amount of souls. Otherwise, the god would destroy that world."
Eleven faced Wilde, his voice seemed vague and unclear, but Wilde could clearly understand the meaning of his words, so much so that he couldn't help but imagine the picture in his mind.
"Faced with the difficult problems posed by the gods, the people of that world came up with two ways to deal with them."
Wilder felt his throat dry and itchy. Eleven paused when he said this. He couldn't help but ask anxiously, "What?"
"The first method is to sacrifice a small number of powerful people. Their souls are strong enough, and only a little bit can satisfy the appetite of the gods. The other method is to sacrifice most of the weak. Their souls are not strong enough. To satisfy the gods, they can only win by quantity."
"Then may I ask Mr. Wilder, if it were you, which method would you choose?"
"I, I..." Wilder wiped the sweat from his forehead unconsciously. He hesitated for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer. He could only ask back: "I don't know, what method did the people in that world choose?"
As Ning Xuanqing said, this is an unsolvable trolley problem. No matter which side you choose, it is unfair to the other side.
No one is obliged to sacrifice his or her own life for the life of another.
Wilder felt his heartbeat quicken, and suddenly he heard Eleven's voice again.
"You really don't know? Haven't you already made your choice?"
Wilder shuddered all over. When he looked at Eleven's face, he felt that the eyes hidden behind the sunglasses were staring at him silently.
Is it ridicule, contempt, or criticism?
He thought again of the multiplayer copy he had completed before, the same trolley problem, and he did make a choice.
At that time, he chose to sacrifice one person to save the majority.
Yes, he did make a choice, but it was wrong!
He was wrong after all, but what was the correct answer?
Wilder felt as if there was a heavy stone pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. He urgently wanted to know the answer.
He looked at Eleven, his deep eyes full of bloodshot, and at this moment even his voice became a little hoarse: "Tell me, what choice did they make?!"
Eleven looked at Wilder's loss of composure and did not show any surprise.
He just stared at Wilder for a long time and said with a smile: "Of course I chose the first method. Isn't that the correct way that you have proved?"
After saying that, Eleven turned around and went back to the room, leaving Wilder standing alone in the dimly lit corridor.
The light from above cast a large shadow on Wilder's face. He buried his head and muttered as if in a dream, "The right way... The right way..."
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The participants on the drilling platform spent 25 days safely. On December 25th, the "boss" actually told everyone that they could celebrate Christmas!
For this group of participants who experienced the end of the world and fought strange life and death battles in the dungeon every day, this thing seemed like something from their previous life.
No one appreciated the "boss's" kindness.
But they didn't expect that on the 25th, the third floor of the drilling platform was covered with colorful greeting cards, and a huge poster of an old man with a white beard was hung in the cafeteria hall.
Everything looks particularly festive.
What’s weird is that these arrangements were not made by the participants at all; they appeared out of thin air overnight.
In the dungeon, changes often mean the occurrence of unexpected events, and everyone is on high alert, alert to the coming danger.
However, no matter what method everyone used to explore, they could not find any trace of danger in the platform.
It’s as if this so-called S-level copy has a bug.
After the participants had their breakfast in the cozy cafeteria with trepidation, the "boss"'s urging-to-work announcement sounded again.
Everyone clenched their fists subconsciously and returned to their workstations reflexively.
After working for more than twenty days in a row, the participants became a little numb and could do the work at hand with their eyes closed.
Just when everyone thought it would be another ordinary day, news came from the drilling platform in the engineering area that something seemed to have gone wrong.
It seemed that something had been hit at the bottom of the deep sea on the other side of the drilling. Only by going down to the bottom of the sea to check it out could we know what it was.
The alliance responded quickly, and Kong Shi's voice reached everyone's ears, asking everyone to stay on standby.
At this moment, everyone realized that this copy had finally begun to show its fangs after lying dormant for a long time.
Just when everyone stopped and was on guard, noise came from the boss's office again.
"Lazy guys! Get on with your work and stop wasting my time!"
When the electric noise sounded, the participants had habitually activated their mental defense props.
Is the first wave of attack a mental infection?
They won’t fall into the same trap twice!
But the "boss" only said this one sentence, and the noise stopped. At the same time, everyone found that their companions had started working again.
"Hey! It's already this late and you're still doing this!"
Some people couldn't help but speak out to remind them, but when they saw the horror in their companions' eyes, they soon realized that they seemed to be doing the same thing.
Everyone was doing things against their will while they were awake, and they were working as usual.
What degree of mental erosion is this?
Their mental defense items were completely useless, and they were unable to respond to this strange situation at all. It felt like they were playing a single-player game and reached the plot-killing part.
It's the boss' office!
During these twenty-five days, the "boss" was noisy all the time. At first, the participants tried to destroy the house, but they couldn't do it at all.
Later, I felt that the noise was just a nuisance to others, so I gradually stopped paying attention to it.
Little did they know that this was a subtle form of mental manipulation, and the participants did not realize it until the day the crisis broke out!
Boiling a frog in warm water will kill it without it realizing it!
In this mental manipulation that was so powerful that it was irresistible, people subconsciously thought of Wilde, whose skills might be able to purify this erosion.
Ji Anmin is a member of the Dawn Guild. His job is to enter a diving bell and dive into the deep sea for observation. When mental control takes effect, he is forced to put on equipment and enter the diving bell.
The person responsible for the take-off and landing of the diving bell was Wilder.
"President!" he shouted, trying to remind Wilde to use his skills to purify the erosion.
Wilder acted as if he didn't hear anything. He watched Ji Anmin enter the diving bell with a smile on his face, then pulled the rod and watched the diving bell sink.
Ji Anmin looked at Wilde standing at the operating console through the porthole in disbelief until he dived into the deep sea.
The rising and falling waves beat against the diving bell in which he was tied, and the light of the searchlight shone out.
Ji Anmin took a look reflexively and saw a faint light appearing on the seabed which should have been turbid and dark, but the light was not coming from the searchlight of the diving bell.
He thought he was seeing things, so he closed his eyes and then opened them again, and the faint light became even stronger.
Just less than a nautical mile in front of the diving bell, there is... the drilling location!
Under the mental control of the "boss", the drilling continued. The faint light that Ji Anmin saw actually came from the place where the drilling rig connected to the seabed.
The light was of strange colors, like a rainbow, bright and dazzling, and incredible.
What is that?
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