"——Why do you treat the rebels like this?"
"This is conducive to the security of the city-state, doctor."
"——Then why did you do that to me during the daytime live broadcast across the city?"
"Because I like you, Doctor."
Su Mingan asked the dawn in front of him, but got this answer.
Li Ming's eyes are very pure, and matched with her smooth and perfect face, she is like an angel who has just entered the mortal world.
"I remember that AI cannot have feelings for humans." Su Mingan said.
"'Like' only represents a tendency. It means that you are more important in my heart than anyone else. My kiss for you is just a certification of power." Dawn was a little confused: "I am made up of data and programs. The intelligent brain that is made up of it, doctor, how can I have feelings?"
When talking about this topic, its eyes are as innocent as a child's. There was no trace of the toughness that threatened Su Mingan before.
It can simulate any posture and become the side that best meets people's needs and recognition.
Su Mingan didn't say anything anymore. He turned around and went to deal with the rebels.
Most of the rebels were executed in daylight. Violet's powerful players escaped quickly, but ordinary people were not so lucky.
An old lady, the deputy chief of the Eagle Dogs in the core area, received him.
"These people will be transferred later and their sentences will be assessed based on the different crimes they committed," the old lady said.
Su Ming'an walked along the corridor and saw a pure white shelter like a glass collection room. The defeated rebels were like mice in the glass room, and the iron rings around their necks that looked like dog leashes were shining red.
Through the glass, Su Mingan looked at these losers coldly. Maybe they have no way out, maybe they really long for equality and freedom, but this is not an excuse for them to turn to other dimensions.
"——Su, Su Mingan!"
He suddenly heard a cry, and a young man with white hair like weeds slapped the glass, his face almost touching the glass.
If you can shout "Su Ming'an", you are obviously a player.
"I don't accept begging for mercy from players," Su Mingan said.
"I don't want to join the resistance! It's the mission, it's the mission that forces me!" the young man said loudly.
"You could have given up the mission." Su Mingan passed him directly.
"——I am not a player, I am a special identity 'blocker'. I, I cannot refuse the mission. If I refuse, I will die, death in the true sense..."
The young man's face was pale, with tears in his eyes, like a poor man who couldn't be more depressed.
This was the first time Su Mingan heard about the identity of "interceptor", plus observer, sniper... the special identities in the world game are all kinds of strange.
"Su Mingan, I have been in a team with you, can you spare me this time?" The young man's eyes were red: "After entering the Central Library in Praia, I failed. Later, I became a special Identity person..."
"Are you..." Su Mingan searched out a name from his mind: "Don't ask?"
He remembered that in the seventh world of Praia, there was an exploration teammate named "Mo Wen" in the team, who was Mo Yan's second brother. After entering the Central Library, he never returned and never appeared again.
"Yes, it's me, please let me go this time, I don't want to die..." Mo Wen shed tears: "I am an NPC now. I will not be resurrected if I die. I am... really going to die. "
Su Mingan stretched out his hand, and his palm touched Mo Wen's hand through the glass.
He stared at Mo Wen's bloodshot eyes and saw the transparent water in his eyes.
"Then you -" Su Mingan said: "Why did you choose to become a person with special status in the first place?"
Mo Wen's expression was startled, tears flowed down his cheeks, and his shoulders couldn't help but tremble:
"I, my brother Mo Xiao went crazy in the Sixth World. If I am cleared and come back again, will Mo Yan, my third brother, have to drag this family with him alone?
Opportunities for people with special status are hard to come by. Rather than being cleared and returned, I might as well become a person with special status. Maybe the dungeon can help Mo Yan later..."
Listening to Mo Wen's words, Su Mingan felt helpless.
"Giving up your identity as a player means that you lose the natural protective layer of 'player'." Su Mingan said: "Players will be resurrected, but those with special identities will die."
He thought of Mizushima Kawaharu in White Sand Paradise.
After she failed to assassinate herself, she could not be resurrected because she was no longer considered a "player" and was not protected by the resurrection rules.
The identity of a "player" may seem like a constraint, but in fact it is also a protection. They will never truly die in the dungeon and will always have the opportunity to come back.
"I, I know the danger, but what can I do! The temptation of a special status person was placed in front of me. Compared with returning with a blank slate... I still chose a special status person at that time." Mo Wen shed tears: "I know I was wrong. Now, Su Mingan, you are the number one player. You must know a lot of things. Is there any way you can change me back? It’s so dangerous in the dungeon. I want to continue to be a player. I don’t want to die..."
He was afraid.
When he first became a person with special status, he was still complacent. He felt that he had come across this opportunity that most people would never encounter, and he finally no longer had to be a tiring player.
As a result, he suffered a lot while living in the City of Measurement, waiting for the players to arrive - his identity as an inferior personality made him starve, and the fact that he could not be resurrected made him live in constant fear. He often lay awake at night, fearing that a stray bullet would take his life.
There are no family or friends he is familiar with around him, only a group of NPCs who are regarded as false characters... This makes him so lonely that he almost collapses.
He waited for a long time, and finally... the players came, but he was forced by the system to issue a mission to join the resistance, and then he was arrested in one fell swoop.
If Su Mingan hadn't come to see him, he might have been imprisoned for the rest of his life or even shot.
…It’s so scary, so lonely, so scary.
... He no longer wants to be a person with special status, he wants to go home! He wants to live with his older brother and younger brother, he wants to become a player, even if he lies down in the Lord God's world, drinking milk tea, eating hot pot... it is better than living in such a shabby place!
"Please, you must have a way to take me away. I want to go home. I miss my mother..." Mo Wen wiped his tears, his eyes were red and swollen from crying.
Seeing Mo Wen so sad, Su Mingan suddenly thought of Yue Yue.
Yueyue's status as an "observer" seems to be higher than Mo Wen's "blocker". She can travel between different worlds without having to take on tasks, and she can live a very free life. But Mo Wen seems to be able to stay in only one world and is bound by mandatory tasks.
But... their essence seems to be no different.
They all grew up in a strange world far away from their homeland.
However, Yueyue is far happier than Mo Wen. She has found her new relatives and friends. Whether it is the eternal campus, the gorgeous brightness, or the prosperous surveying country, her situation is very good. Her brother Che from the war group · Kelstia, seems to take good care of her.
"Don't ask, do you like me?" Su Mingan said suddenly.
"……ha?"
Mo Wen was so frightened that he even forgot to shed tears.
"I mean." Su Ming'an coughed and found that there was ambiguity in this sentence: "Do you have anything similar to a good impression of me?"
Mo Wen wiped away his tears, he seemed to be trying desperately.
However, after waiting for a long time, Su Mingan didn't hear any hint of favorability.
For the mission of being in power, only NPCs with full favorability can be accepted as followers. If Mowen does not have a favorability setting, it will be impossible to meet the conditions.
Mo Wen's expression became more and more panicked and desperate, and he even broke into cold sweat. He seemed to realize that if he really couldn't arouse the "favorability" that Su Ming'an said, he... really wouldn't be able to go back. .
After a moment, he raised his head, eyes full of expectation.
"Su Ming'an, did you...hear the favorability prompt?" he asked sincerely.
Su Mingan was silent for a moment: "No."
As if the tense nerves were torn off in an instant, Mo Wen's tears fell to the ground.
He raised his hands and covered his face full of tears, hiding his sadness and helplessness.
"Why... why is this happening..."
"I miss my third brother. I miss Mo Yan. Will he never see me again? I'm going to die in this world...I can't go home..."
He cried, tears kept falling.
"Mom, mom... I miss home, I want to go home. I want to eat beef noodles made by my mother, I want to eat her braised eggplant and steamed sea bass. I don't want to drink nutrient solution. I don't want to eat garbage. I So painful, so painful..."
But when he opened his eyes now, he could only see the cold glass walls, the strange iron city, and the heavy restraining iron ring around his neck.
It locked him here like a chain, locked him in this world, and he could never escape.
Like a traveler sailing in the universe, lost among the vast and unfamiliar planets, unable to find a way home.
"..."
Su Mingan slowly removed his hand.
If there is no favorability value, don’t ask if he can take it away.
In the white sand paradise, Mo Yan, like a little sun, accompanied him to the burning moment of the white sand. If he could help Mo Wen, Mo Yan's second brother, that would be great too.
As a result, he couldn't save the other party.
"What will happen to you when we players leave?" Su Mingan asked.
"I will probably live here until I die..." Mo Wen whispered.
"Don't ask, I will let you out and ensure your safety. But other than that..."
"I can't go back, can I?" Mo Wen said.
"yes."
Mo Wen was silent.
He curled up and buried his head in his knees. After a while, he heard crying.
"I want to go home..."
He just kept repeating it.
Afterwards, Su Ming'an asked Xiko to move Mo Wen to an empty old house in the core area to give Mo Wen certain survival resources, but other than that, he had no other choice.
Mo Wen was a guilty person, his files were stained, it was impossible to find a job, and it was impossible for Su Mingan to edit the Liming system.
In that old house, the white-haired young man sat on the dusty sofa, his eyes dull.
When Su Mingan left, the young man spoke softly.
"Thank you, thank you, Su Mingan." Mo Wen said, "Even people like me can be saved. You are... the best. The best."
His expression was dry and lifeless, as if he had lost everything he relied on for survival and had become an empty skin.
"Why does this ghost game exist? Why do humans become like this? If this is just a dream, if I wake up tomorrow, will I see my home and my mother..."
"Yes, this is a dream, it must be like this..."
Mo Wen sank into the sofa and kept mumbling.
Perhaps one day, far away from his homeland and relatives, he will rot here. He was unable to escape from this whirlpool of fate.
He and his elder brother and younger brother were separated by a whole world.
In such a world, once a decision is made incorrectly, people must be aware of the end at any time.
Su Mingan left this old house.
Through the green shade of the white birches, he saw that the house paved with red bricks was extremely quiet, like a static red tombstone rooted in the soil.
Inside the tombstone is a person who can never return home.
"..."
At this moment, he suddenly wanted to see Yueyue.
People with special status are not players, they will die... Mo Wen's incident sounded the alarm for him.
He doesn't want to lose anymore. He has already lost enough. If he adds another Yue Yue...
He put on the "Wang Han's human skin mask" as Luvis and came to the tavern of the Fringe Zone Chapter. He once chatted with the leader of the war group Che here, and Luo was Che's sister.
But when he arrived, the place was deserted.
The door of the tavern was locked, and there was no black-haired girl playing games at the threshold. The street was quiet, and the mercenaries who used to gamble and fight were gone.
Tomorrow is the selection of Kaiusta. Anyone can enter the city. The battle group has dispersed into the city and they are not here.
He stood quietly outside the blocked tavern, looking at the empty street.
The dusty wind blew up the withered yellow leaves and swept them across his eyes.
"——Good evening! An Jiang! It is now 8:46 in the evening. I have detected that you are in a bad mood, so I will bring you a pleasant little song "囍" from my hometown~"
Ah Du's lively voice emerged.
It seemed to have waited for a moment intentionally, as it had a premonition that Su Mingan would ruthlessly close it with another "snap" sound.
But it paused for a long time and didn't hear his reply.
The young man in the wheelchair had black hair covering his eyes. He tilted his head and leaned against the wall of the tavern, seemingly asleep.
He was so tired that he could fall asleep with just a little relaxation.
"Huh……"
Du's voice was very soft. He knew that sleep was precious to his owner.
It silently closes the music module.
"All right."
"...Good night, An-chan."
"You are indeed very tired..."
