During the bloody sunset, Su Mingan lay on the bed and had a dream.
In his hazy dream, his vision was not clear.
He vaguely saw a laboratory. The pure white cabin is composed of various precision instruments, overlapping into an orderly arrangement.
A man with black hair and gray eyes sat quietly next to the coffin-like cabin, stroking the surface of the cabin with his fingers. He was too thin, the traces of his spine were almost clearly visible through his pure white shirt, and his finger bones had a sickly white sheen.
"Actor - when you wake up in ten, twenty, or even thirty years, you will most likely no longer be yourself. Are you mentally prepared?" Outside the door, a man in white The black-haired woman in a long coat approached and said worriedly.
"Yeah." Akto responded.
"I don't want you to do this," the woman said.
She sat next to him and stared into his eyes: "We finally ended the century cataclysm, and mankind still needs you. Asa, I'm still waiting for you to teach me..."
Akto pushed her away gently.
His arm was as pale as a dead man and as thin as a dead tree. The woman felt pain from the pain.
"This must be done." Akto said: "To bet against the god-like [Tavi], we need to do our best. Human beings are too small, like weeds. Even with the source of civilization after the century's cataclysm, we are still like It’s the ants – I need to do this if we want to save our world.”
"You're always like this." The woman said, "I can never persuade you."
Akto laughed and lay down in the cabin.
He lay upright, with various tubes connected to him, locking his slender skin and bones like iron chains with a "click" sound.
"I can only hope that the visitor is a nice person." Akto closed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his mouth:
"But no matter who it is, it's the same."
…
Su Mingan woke up suddenly.
He sat up from the bed and looked at the system time. He had slept for an hour.
...Why did he dream about Akto?
"Ding dong!"
The system prompt sounds.
[Due to completing a time node and starting the Dawn War, you obtained Akto’s memory (1/4). 】
…
Su Mingan walked out of bed, and the bloody sunset greeted his face.
The amount of information in this memory is not particularly large - Akto knew that he would later possess a visitor from another world.
But, what does Akto mean by "betting against [Tavi]"?
"Click."
He heard a crisp sound outside the door. He opened the door and happened to see Feisi holding milk.
"Lord, are you awake?" Feisi's eyes lit up: "Drink some hot milk. At your age, drinking some milk will help you grow taller."
Su Mingan's current appearance is that he is at least twenty, but Feisi treats him like a child.
In other words, she is like this to everyone. Due to her personality, she has a maternal love that is incompatible with her age.
"I don't drink milk." Su Ming'an was about to close the door, but Feisi quickly said, "Hey, lord, do you mind if I go in and say a few words?"
Su Mingan turned sideways and let her in.
"Lord, I can see that Tredia likes you." Feisi said this as soon as she entered the door.
"so?"
"In this era, according to the convention, partners should be matched according to the resource sharing of both parties. Only people with the same level of resources are suitable to raise the next generation together." Feisi said: "You are also considered a good match. Although Tredia Not as good as you, but still the pinnacle of power that has prevented human beings from fighting among themselves in the past thirty years. I also enjoy abundant resources. I think you can..."
"Okay, get out."
Su Mingan unceremoniously kicked out Feisi who came to hold the red thread. He suspected that Feisi was the matchmaker sent by Tredia.
"Bang!" There was a sound, and the door closed.
However, Feisi kept knocking on the door: "Lord, I haven't finished speaking yet."
Su Mingan had a headache - according to the previous information, Akto would call this person "Mom". Feisi is obviously a lively twenty-five-year-old girl. How did she say "mom"?
He opens the door. Feisi handed him the milk: "Lord, drink some at least. Milk is a rare commodity, and everyone specially saves it for you."
"You can drink it." Su Mingan refused. He didn't value a bottle of milk.
"What? Are you afraid that people will poison you?" Yao Wen, a child with black hair, walked by unexpectedly.
"Yaowen, why are you talking!" Feisi scolded.
"Humph." Yaowen tilted his head: "If he doesn't drink it, just take the milk away. No one else has to drink it."
Perhaps it was the child's nature to compete for favors, but Yaowen was not happy to see his mother always caring about Akto.
"Mom, drink it." Yaowen said, "If you send the milk back, everyone will have to push it around again."
Feisi glanced at Su Ming'an: "Well, I'll drink it. Lord, it's a pity that you don't drink it. This is what everyone specially prepared for you..."
She raised her neck and drank the milk in one gulp.
Su Mingan leaned against the door and opened the panel, intending to see how the field was developing.
But as soon as he opened the interface, he heard a "pop!" and the sound of a glass bottle breaking.
He turned his head, and Feisi's mouth was dripping with bright red blood. She stared at the glass blankly, her lips opened, but she could only spit out mouthfuls of blood.
Her legs and feet went weak, her body tilted, and she fell to the ground.
"Mother Feisi——!" Yaowen was frightened.
"Yes..." Feisi stretched her hand forward, and more blood accumulated at the corner of her mouth: "It's poisonous... someone wants to harm the lord..."
The light in her eyes disappeared little by little, and her whole body convulsed unnaturally.
Yaowen immediately spread his short legs to call someone. Su Mingan picked up Feisi, rushed to the nearby medical room, and put her on the bed.
He quickly rummaged through the cabinet to prepare the antidote, but heard Feisi's faint voice on the operating table.
"Lord...Lord..."
Su Mingan frowned slightly and took a look at Feisi's condition. The poison had already entered her heart.
The person who poisoned him really wanted to kill him, but he accidentally made Feisi the scapegoat.
Feisi stretched out her hand and clasped his wrist, blood pouring from her pale lips. Her eyes were fixed on him, her face filled with sadness.
In this world, death comes too suddenly and unexpectedly.
"Lord..."
"In the future, don't drink anything handed to you..."
"I, I love..."
She closed her eyes.
"Bang!" "Bang!" The door of the medical room was pushed open, and people stood at the door in shock, but they could only see the scene of white light swirling up.
Little by little, from head to toe, the red-haired woman on the operating table transformed into a brilliant light that rose into the sky and disappeared. Even among the white light, there was still a faint trace of blood.
"Mom..." Yaowen screamed and fell to his knees.
Su Mingan did not move, he stared at the group of people coldly.
It can be seen from the blood that Feisi has a deficiency disease and her death is inevitable. Today's poisoning only brought forward her death date. She blocked the poison for him once.
——So, who poisoned the milk?
He picked up the shell necklace left by Fei Si on the operating table and handed it to Yao Wen.
"Lord!" Xia Sheng and others arrived in time and were stunned when they saw this scene of white light and blood.
"Check. Who touched that bottle of milk." Su Mingan said calmly.
He left the medical office.
It was now 5:30 in the evening, system time, and he did not intend to continue sleeping. One hour was enough.
He originally thought that the loyalty of the people in District 11 had reached the standard, but he did not expect that there were still people who wanted to kill him. It seemed that the missionary work was imminent.
He went to the rooftop to adjust the live broadcast equipment.
For the next four hours, he continued to live broadcast to advance the work of seizing faith in the gods. The camp of gods cannot stop Xiko's pervasive penetration, and his voice can be heard from every electronic device.
He found that the enchantment of his preaching aura deepened as long as he spoke, regardless of what he was saying.
So, tired of talking about the truth, he started telling various stories - he had to maintain the public's interest and attention in the live broadcast and not make people bored.
He found that people seemed to be particularly interested in passionate adventure stories.
Therefore, he used himself as the protagonist and used local materials to tell the story of the world game. He planned to tell the story from the end of the first world to the dome of the eighth world in a serialized format.
In this way, many people will continue to listen to it after listening to it once, and continue to consolidate their memory.
As night fell, he leaned back in his chair. The video equipment on the rooftop had begun to freeze. Today's live broadcast was over.
He looked at the camp's contribution: 12,209 points.
By telling stories live, he is robbing the gods of their faith and making people turn to him. This is more strategic than killing strange beasts, and his contribution value increases rapidly.
He bathed in the starlight and walked downstairs.
A white cloth was hung on the nearby eaves. Since Feisi left no body, a tomb could only be built. She died almost quietly, and no one would remember her name if she hadn't been involved in the poisoning.
Su Mingan walked into the building where Xia Sheng and others were staying. As soon as he opened the door, he felt an extremely depressing atmosphere.
A young man was tied up and held on the ground. Dozens of people gathered here, sitting in silence on chairs.
"Lord, we found out that this person poisoned you. His name is Huite, an ordinary member of the Beacon Fire. There is nothing strange about him. No one expected him to poison you." Xia Sheng held the young man tied up with five flowers in his arms. He pressed the young man forward and kowtowed.
"Knock." There was a sound, and the young man's forehead touched the ground, making a crisp sound and bleeding.
Su Mingan sat on the chair in front of the young man, waiting for the young man to raise his head with blood on his face.
"Why did you poison me?" Su Mingan asked calmly.
"I just want to live!" Huite gritted his teeth: "Only if you die can we return to the camp of gods - if this continues, we will all be led to death by you!"
"Yes." Su Mingan responded: "There is no need for traitors in District 11. Xia Sheng, execute him."
Huite was stunned. He never expected that the lord would kill him directly without even asking him "Why do you think so?"
He has been waiting here for four hours, specially waiting to answer the lord's question and tell him one, two or three reasons why "humanity must lose", but the lord wants to kill him as soon as he comes?
With a "bang" sound, Xia Sheng's gun spit out flames, and the bullet pierced Huite's forehead.
Huite fell to the ground and his body was quickly pulled away.
Su Mingan's eyes were cold.
He was tired of arguing with betrayers. He just killed the people he didn't need. He had nothing to talk about with the people who took refuge in him.
"If we are going to fight against the gods, it is indeed normal for most people to become traitors." Staci next to her said softly: "After all, the scale of our gathering place is too small, and people don't trust us..."
"Just having a gathering place called District 11 is not enough." Su Mingan raised his eyes: "Sen, what was this area called before? Let's build a city."
He had seen large abandoned factories and amusement parks here before. District 11 should have been a city before, but it was only reduced to a chaotic gathering place after the disaster.
"This city used to be called..." Sen paused for a moment: "Doomsday City."
At this moment, Su Mingan felt some kind of coincidence called "history", as if a river of time was passing around him.
"Okay." Su Mingan said: "Resist the Ten Cities and fight for freedom and liberation of the Doomsday City - we build the city and call it Doomsday City."
"Ding dong!"
At the top of the domain panel, the original "Domain Name: Beacon Fire/District 11" was automatically changed to "Doomsday City".
Thought flashed in his eyes.
Caiusta...what exactly is it? Is it really just to let him experience the history that has already happened?
That dream just now...
…
The bloody sunset shines down.
Behind Lin Guang, hundreds of hoses shone slightly, with faint blood flowing in them.
He walked all the way up and reached the top floor - here was a pure white disc rooftop. In the center of the rooftop, where the halo gathers, a hard-cover book with a red shell is quietly embedded in the center console.
He took a deep breath, put his fingers together, and put his palm on the book.
"God." He said in a low voice, "What should I do?"
As the most powerful agent, he has the ability to communicate directly with the gods.
There seemed to be vague whispers lingering around him, and after a moment, he heard a gentle male voice in his ears:
[Can’t kill Akto, find a way to capture him. If he wants to start a war, let him fight it. 】
[He is the most important person, everything else... is not important. 】
"Why are you so interested in him?" Lin Guang said.
There was silence around him for a moment.
[——Because only the 'civilized bet' can extract the source of the world from his body, we need him to complete this bet. 】The gods said.
"If you want the Source of the World so much, it seems that your world is about to be destroyed." Lin Guang said, "What if I have to kill him? No one can get the Source of the World. We all die together."
The god smiled softly.
The voice was gentler, like whispering in the ear.
【You won't do this. 】
[Go and capture him. 】
The voices ceased.
Lin Guang clenched his fists, and the mud-like darkness in his eyes became more and more serious.
"You are indeed capable of whispering to us across the distance of a world." Lin Guang stared at the book: "But the moment you officially invade our world...I will definitely kill you."
He swept the book to the ground with a bang, and the blood-red pages fluttered like bright red butterflies.
"The war between civilizations and races has always been cruel. The loser's world will be destroyed, and all living things will die or become the walking dead." He said:
"But the winning side is definitely our world. You want to invade, you are delusional."
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