[Death cannot boast that you are wandering in his shadow,]
【Because you are as long as time in my immortal poem. 】
[——"Shakespeare's Sonnets·Sixteen"]
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The moment the last cipher arrives, the god is imprisoned as an electronic ghost, dragged into a space invisible to the naked eye.
When the confinement was formed, Su Mingan followed the god and stepped into it.
He wanted to have one last chat with the gods.
White data flashes around them, and everything in the imprisoned space is imagined by the imprisoned, just like the dream of the imprisoned.
The dreamland of gods is a vast wilderness.
Under the distant sunshine, the god stood there, next to an old harpsichord, automatically playing a mess of notes. He was like an exile far away from his homeland, lonely and alone, his black hair flying in the wind.
"Su Ming'an."
When Su Mingan approached the god, the god softly said:
"you win."
Su Mingan paused and said:
"The billions of people in the ruined world won."
"It was the Nine Seats who won."
"Asa Akto won."
"It doesn't matter, it's all the same." The god shook his head.
Su Mingan walked to the god. The two stared at the sunshine in the distance, ginkgo leaves falling on their shoulders.
"By the way, you haven't seen me yet," the god said.
Su Mingan stared at the god until the god turned his head.
——Revealing a face similar to Akto.
Her soft brows and dark gray childlike eyes have both Eastern softness and Western depth. If you laugh and raise the ends of your eyes, it can make people feel like a spring breeze.
"Su Ming'an, have you ever heard of 'Original'?" God said: "Have you ever thought that in this huge world, there might be people with similar temperaments to yourself? Your hobbies, personalities, and ideals are all very similar. How about looking in the mirror?"
Su Mingan: "Original?"
The god said: "That is the most primitive form of human beings, like a reflection in water."
Su Mingan said: "I don't understand."
The god smiled:
"Su Ming'an - if you were born in Praia, you would become 'Su Lin'. If Su Lin was born in Zhai Xing, he would become 'Su Ming'an' - this is 'Original'."
"If Akto were born in my civilization, he would become a god. If I were born in a ruined world, I would be Asa Akto."
The god's words caused Su Ming'an's expression to change drastically.
He stood back and pondered the philosophy of the gods' words.
"Everything in human beings starts from nature, and then gradually becomes a complete person through acquired experiences. When experience and experience do not start to fabricate us - our 'original' is the same."
"When acquired experiences begin to distort us, humans begin to divide into classes. Babies who were originally born similar, but enter different family backgrounds, their acquired personalities will undergo earth-shaking changes, thus creating different people. .”
"Babies from poor families will cherish their hard-won material conditions more. Babies from wealthy families are more likely to look beyond money. Their division has just begun here. The other conditions are the same - the degree of care of the original family , the personalities of the friends around me, and the unique experiences... they will gradually begin to fabricate this 'original land.'...
"If Lin Guang had all of Lu Shu's life experiences and had your friendship from the beginning, would he have become the Lu Shu he is today? What if Lu Shu, like Lin Guang, had suffered 2,300 times of indifference from the public? Fearful, doesn't know what love is, can only feel it through self-mutilation, will he become the 'Lin Guang' he is today?"
"Su Ming'an, this is the 'original'."
"There are countless similarities between civilizations, including the appearance, temperament, and surnames of some people, just like what you have seen before..."
"[Ajinni Refrigeration Refrigerator]."
God's words made the entire live broadcast room stunned.
Su Mingan pressed her heart, suppressing her rapid breathing.
"Then the Ninth World—!" he shouted.
The god paused slightly, with a bit of a smile in his eyes:
"Su Mingan, how do you want to understand it? A future timeline, a different original world, a world with the same name, or the host's malicious intent? I haven't answered this question either."
"Then why does Noah look like Noel, Lin Guang looks like Lu Shu, and why do the world of ruins have so many parallels with Zhai Xing? I don't believe that a 'primordial' can answer the question." Su Mingan then asked: "The Catastrophe of the Century is What? Why did the Dawn System come into being?"
The god whispered: "You can go back and ask the Dawn System yourself these questions."
Su Mingan was stunned for a moment.
The god just raised his head and looked at the sunshine in the distance.
He was imprisoned here and could see nothing.
His civilization was crumbling.
And he couldn't return home.
"The war of civilization... can only be fought to the death. The losing side loses everything and tens of billions of people lose their lives..." The god said sadly:
"You defeated my civilization, and the source of my civilization will belong to the ruined world. Presumably, your civilization is enough to survive."
"If we were honest with each other, Su Ming'an, we could have become friends. We could have been the same type of people who could understand each other.
"But we have to be strangers because we have to fulfill our mission, and it's our own choice... because that's who we are."
"'Such a person?," Su Mingan said softly.
"Idealist." God said:
"Determined, rational, crazy, silent, incomprehensible, desperate."
The spring breeze blew through the branches.
The long wind blew up their flying clothes, and their reflections seemed to overlap.
"My civilization was once invaded by gods. After one civilization fell into zero dimension, it found the Kaiusta of my civilization and began to invade my civilization." The gods said:
"So, for the survival of my civilization, I became the evil dragon that invaded the new civilization."
"Over the years, I have seen supernovae disappear in big explosions, and I have also seen the magnificent galaxies in the universe."
"I take on the responsibility of saving the world and lead my civilization to the final chapter of the new world."
"My soul is imprisoned here, and the life span of civilization is like my life..."
"I thought that as long as I plundered, my civilization could survive."
"I thought that as long as I was saved, I could live forever in their eyes."
"I thought that as long as I walked in the abyss and became a greedy god, others would be able to smile in the light."….
Su Mingan stood beside him.
The god tilted his head slightly.
The sunlight traced his pale face, and there were deep dark circles under his eyes. For the victory of his own civilization, his expression was even more haggard than the Akto in Su Mingan's memory.
"...But I broke my promise to them."
"I'm sorry for not being able to bring them into spring."
Under the ginkgo tree, the god's eyes were slightly red.
He raised his hands high, not knowing whether he was trying to catch the sun or trying to touch the civilization thousands of miles away.
Invisible to his naked eyes, everything he loved and cherished was collapsing, disintegrating, and disappearing.
"God." Su Mingan said: "After today, the Dawn System will definitely destroy all electronic ghosts and will not give you a way to survive. I hated you before because you and I were in conflict with each other... If we are no longer enemies, are you willing to follow me? go?"
The favorability of the god is as high as 80 points. If it is higher, it can be taken away with the skill of the ruler. Both the wisdom of the gods and the strength of science and technology are very practical.
The god was slightly startled.
"Is this the skill of the ruler?" The god laughed.
"Are you willing?" Su Ming'an said.
The god smiled: "I said, we are the same. If you were me, would you be willing to live alone after your own civilization is destroyed?"
Su Mingan was silent for a while.
"I know." He knew the god's answer.
"Let's go." The god said, "You have brought the spring to the ruined world with your own hands. Go and see it with your own eyes. At the last moment, don't stay with an enemy like me."
"Can I know your real name?" Su Ming'an asked.
The god just laughed:
"I forgot."
"After I became a god, my name was long gone."
Su Mingan turned around.
When he was about to leave here, he looked back.
Under the sunlight, the god still maintained his original posture, standing under the ginkgo tree. The sunlight outlined his clear outline, and the sky was reflected in his dark gray eyes.
A virtual white bird landed on his shoulder, and illusory lilies bloomed one after another at his feet, like a dream about spring.
One after another, illusory souls floated around the god. The god imagined these friends of his own, and they hugged him tenderly, as if they were saying goodbye to him softly.
And the corners of his lips were curled up, there was light in his eyes, and his eyes were gentler than water.
For a moment, Su Mingan thought he saw Akto.
For a moment, Su Mingan thought he saw himself.
It was as if fate had played a little joke on them, but it had made such a difference.
"Indeed...the same." Su Mingan murmured.
He turned around and left this confined space.
The moment he left,
The god closed his eyes and voluntarily gave up maintaining this electronic body, and the body shattered.
His final pride is self-destruction, along with his fallen civilization.
The sun is setting, the ginkgo is withering, and the souls are flying.
The last ray of afterglow fell on him,
It is also like a monument to mankind.
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In the 53rd year of the New Era, Asa Actor detonated the Central Building, poured himself into the throne of Hephaestus, and dispersed together with the gods of Tavi. He killed the god with his own body. ….
thereafter.
spring is coming.
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When the sun fully rises, people are still crying.
Some of them collapsed on the ground, bathed in the golden sunshine. Someone is still holding the torch, with a stiff wrist.
Even they themselves couldn't believe that they would have such an ending. It was no less than standing on a small boat that was about to be swallowed by a tsunami, but suddenly arrived on land.
How many people hugged each other tightly, laughing and crying in despair.
newborn.
"City Lord...City Lord..." The white-haired Anjie raised her head, her eyes were red from crying, and her tears burst. She cried and laughed, unable to control her emotions like most people here.
"City Lord..."
He has died taking the gods with him, bringing people into the new century.
Not a traitor, not a fugitive, not his lackey.
He is a hero.
He brought new life to this world on the verge of fragmentation and to this burning civilization. Carrying the souls of people destined to die in the years to the other side.
Countless players stood in the sun, holding the fire that had not been extinguished, staring at the central building burning in flames.
On the rooftop, the figure who said he wanted to bring them spring was no longer there.
The long wind blows the dust, and a few wild flowers are looming in the soil. Spring is really here.
But that person is no longer there.
Millions of idle hours in this world pass by before a truly historic moment begins, a shining moment for mankind.
when he stood
On the other side of the long river, I looked at the thousands of lights in the world and said goodbye to him one by one.
This is the war of civilizations.
Despair and rebirth. People are united and use their lives and souls to win a future for their home, their world, and their civilization.
Nothing is more breathtakingly beautiful than this sight.
Above the city-state, a soul that no one can see is floating in the air.
He walked out of the confinement space, his soul floating in the air, and his body had been burned every inch by the flames of the plane explosion.
The dawn of the city-state's rebirth penetrated his transparent soul and sprinkled on the firelight, blending minute by minute, like the dance of blood red and golden.
He listened quietly to the cheers of the people. The light filled the streets inch by inch, and the broken bricks and tiles of the building fell down.
The white bird flew from the bell tower and flew into the bright dawn.
In the system prompt, a line of text shines brightly.
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[Perfect clearance progress: 100%]
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He stared at the cheerful crowd and suddenly felt that the world was out of tune with him. But when he looked away, a figure hugged him.
"……grandfather."
The blond boy rushed from behind him and wrapped his arms around his neck. Under the magnificent sun, the boy was as warm and dazzling as a little sun.
Two transparent figures overlapped each other, and the sunlight penetrated through their bodies.
"Is it an illusion?" Su Mingan's voice was very soft.
"Grandpa, do you believe in ideals or reality?" Noah blinked: "If you believe in ideals, does it matter whether I am an illusion? If you believe in reality, then say goodbye to illusions. I walked too fast back then. I haven’t had time to say goodbye to grandpa properly.”….
"..." Su Mingan's hand rested on Noah's illusory fingers.
He saw the white bird in the bell tower flying into the distance, over the high wall, carrying the green leaves of spring in its mouth.
He saw the webs under the street eaves dancing like a rainbow in the strong wind.
He saw the tall ginkgo tree, with its golden leaves flying inch by inch like butterflies.
More and more souls gathered around him, and it was impossible to tell whether they were real or hallucinations.
If you believe in fairy tales,
Maybe believe them to be true.
"Sir, goodbye."
The white-haired Sen Kelstia smiled.
"Goodbye, Lord."
Xia Cheng, who still looked young, saluted Su Ming'an to say goodbye.
"City Lord, goodbye. I'm going to find Mother Feisi."
Yaowen waved to him.
"You who don't know your name...goodbye."
Tredia, who had long beige hair, looked at his figure with curling eyes. She pursed her red lips and smiled quickly.
"Su Ming'an, goodbye."
Xiaobei finally admitted his name.
"Grandpa, goodbye."
The blond boy shouted loudly:
"There really is spring in the city. I saw it. You didn't lie to me - this is really the most beautiful spring. If there is an afterlife, grandpa, let's ride motorcycles together and see seabirds and flowers."
"Goodbye, Xiaoshuai."
The girl wearing the demon fox mask waved her hand full of strings, still with a sly smile on her face:
"There is no 'goodbye' this time. Just remember my appearance, okay?"
"goodbye."
"goodbye."
"goodbye……"
Su Ming'an tried hard and clumsily to recall their appearance. As he remembered bit by bit, the smiles and movements of those people soon reappeared in front of his eyes.
More and more people were surrounding him, and the sunlight penetrated their transparent bodies. They bid him farewell with smiles on their faces, like a grand banquet.
They called him different names and used different parting words to say goodbye to him in the end.
Don't.
The images they presented were, without exception, the most glorious and dazzling moments in life, and the most profound moments in Su Mingan's memory.
In that moment of life and death——
Su Mingan will remember them forever.
"..."
Finally, a young man with white hair hugged him gently.
"It took a long time, but spring is beautiful, so it doesn't matter."
The white-haired young man smiled at him.
"Very good."
"It's so nice to meet you, Lovis."
"If there is an afterlife, I still want to meet you in the next life."
Su Mingan stared into his eyes blankly.
Maybe a long time passed,
Or maybe just for a moment.
All the confusing sounds suddenly disappeared as if they had suddenly lost their hearing.
There was a clear burning sensation in Su Ming'an's soul, and the pain was like branches and leaves growing wantonly, wandering through his feelings.
When the mana was exhausted, the puppet thread broke, and his soul fell uncontrollably, and was about to return to the body that had been burned to death. At that time, what awaits him is complete death, and his consciousness is transferred to the clone.
Endless sunlight falls from the sky, like a vast ocean. ….
He fell from the sky like a sinking whale.
The departed souls passed him by, they waved goodbye to him, and soared toward the dawn in the sky like birds. It seemed to turn into dense stars, spreading towards the sky.
One person falls and ten thousand people rise.
He will fall back to the human world, and the souls who died in the war will soar high into the sky like free birds.
"——In the next life, I still want to be Yaowen's mother."
"——If there is an afterlife, grandpa, we must go see the seabirds. I want to really try to live in spring."
"——I want to try to learn how to make Hanfu. It seems to be very interesting..."
"——You who don't know your name, can I ask you your name in the next life?"
"——Xiaoshuai, remember my appearance, okay?"
"——The program cannot be reincarnated, and there is no afterlife. However, if I can meet you again, I want to feed you my dog-ear roots, strawberries, or anything delicious."
"——Spring is so beautiful. I really want to see it forever. In the next life, old man, I must eat noodles with chopped green onion..."
"——Grandma, Grandma, I want to see what the universe looks like and how far away the sky is..."
They are no longer limited by the harsh winter, like white birds breaking free from the shackles, leading to new life above the sky.
And Su Mingan stretched out his hand, waving to them with a smile.
The gods who have imprisoned this world can no longer intervene in the world, and the long-lost sunshine lingers between the souls, like scattered grains of the Milky Way.
The sun seemed to be paying special attention to Su Ming'an. When he fell, the orange-red sunlight always followed his outline, inch by inch clear.
A figure suddenly appeared from the sky and approached him. Her black hair was clear at the roots, her green eyes were like a pair of emeralds, and her figure was as transparent as his.
She and he fell together in the collapse of the building, with the newly rising dawn behind them.
"Dong An'an...?" Su Mingan called her name.
"I am the anti-virus program T-0001. You can call me Su Xiaobi, or you can call me Dong An'an." A line of emojis appeared on her head, and the girl's eyes reflected the light:
"Thank you for saving us, Su Mingan?(^?^*)"
"The plane exploded, it hurt a lot," Su Mingan said.
Su Xiaobi was startled, then smiled and said:
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt (′▽「???)"
The orange-red dawn shone on their falling figures, dyeing them with golden light inch by inch, and the outline of the mountains in the distance gradually became clear, like a long continuous dragon.
She raised her head,
Watching hundreds of millions of souls soar into the sky and singing.
"Thank you."
Tears suddenly flowed from her eyes:
"It turns out that electronic sheep can also see spring."
"You all belong to spring." Su Ming'an said.
The girl was startled, then hugged him tightly and smiled in his ear.
"Thanks."
"Thank you to everyone in the world."
"You are the most beautiful idealists."
They fall in the glory,
Like a new dawn.
The Idealist is a sad and passionate romance.
It is a candle burning in the blizzard of winter, offering a little light and heat to the unknown future. ….
The residue after burning, the fly ash that goes with the wind, all these constitute the color in the eyes of idealists. They will always support each other and stand up again until they finally see the dawn and stand free and upright under the blue sky——
Never give in.
Never fall.
The broken morning sun rising in the distance illuminated Su Mingan's soul, as beautiful as a diamond.
The black mist annihilated among the data, as if falling into the vast universe. Thick frost breaks, water gushes from underground springs, rainbows hang in the sky, and wildflowers hang on the branches.
When dawn completely enveloped the earth, people hesitated at first, fearing that this was a dream. Until an old man holding a vermilion sniper rifle stumbled out and rushed out. In an instant, it was like a stone falling into the water, breaking through the glass-like shell——
"It's the real sun! It's real! It's real!"
"Let's go! Let's go!"
"Windsor, take mom, let's step into spring!"
"Go inside! Walk around!"
People were awakened by the dawn falling from the sky, and a little light lit up from the ruins——
Then, wildfires broke out.
They desperately stepped into the sunshine and ran into the new spring, laughing, crying, hugging each other, screaming loudly, showing their teeth and claws, beating their chests and feet, and crying.
Lie down and roll in the wild flowers, sing loudly in the sunshine, dance with butterflies and white birds, recite poetry in suffering, and laugh in joy.
People covered with scars,
Take quick steps,
Let's step into spring.
The world framework is peeling off layer by layer, the intricate network of dimensional relationships, and the dazzling group portraits of souls.
Humanity, sacrifice, faith. The wisdom of the limits of human power, the confrontation with the gods like a moth to a flame, the march forward in a lonely night, the philosophy of the pioneer, the silence of the wall-facer, the sacrifice of the martyrs, the rebel's look back, the refutation of the life process, the civilized universe The confrontation, the epic of the years.
One ouroboros, two trap programs, three dimensions, four timelines, nine pioneers, thirty-six rose blood, one hundred and two severe winters, two thousand three hundred simulations, five billion seven thousand one hundred Thousands of victims, billions of souls who refused to succumb to defeat.
One aid across time and space, two lonely situations, three bridges of life made of wisdom, four timelines made for survival, nine companions who are willing to accompany you to death, thirty-six pieces of rose blood calculating pain, one One hundred and two severe winters seeking help in despair, two thousand three hundred simulations of drinking tea alone, thousands of pioneers crouching before dawn... Finally, thirty-three weeks of death passed.
- This is everything that makes up human beings.
No matter how many times, they will do it again, and again, and again, and thousands of times, without hesitation, to save themselves from the fire and water in this world.
Life is as short as morning dew, and the long river of civilization flows forever.
But this short moment that it stays on human beings,
——That is eternity.
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He reached the end of his journey.
Humanity will create a new future.
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[You have completed the task of being in power and found (the real thing)]
[(real thing):
Don’t be confused by virtuality and dimensions, regard programs as equal to life, and always believe that electronic sheep can see spring——….
People who are always looking for 'the real thing',
——It is the real thing. 】
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"Ding Dong!"
[Congratulations on completing the level! 】
[Achieve a perfect clearance route·(TE) all things come to life]
[Line evaluation: SSS (perfect!)]
[(TE·All Things Resurrection):
"Time is not time, space is not space, dimension is not dimension, password is not password, Zhai Xing is not Zhai Xing."
"The Möbius strip, which has been simulated 2,300 times, spans the Klein bottle, links the grandmother's paradox, turns the universe into a program, and turns humans into electronic sheep, traveling in the three-dimensional parallel space and time network. "
"Thus, a long road to spring came into being."
"A new dimension is set up here, like an ark traveling far away."
"Billions of souls are carried by it, and they will live forever for a long time."
"People are singing praises together——"
"Do you want me to swallow the blood of the killer?"
"——Singing with the tyrannical gods?"
"Should I swallow the pain of war?"
"—Coexisting with the tombstones of civilization?"
"Do you want me to silence the singing voice of the white bird?"
"——Make the lamb kneel down and die?"
"Do you want me to sleep in the eternal night of winter?"
"——Making the dead silent?"
"I was born in the program, but I will go to reality."
"I was born cruel, but I will realize my dream."
"I was born in the harsh winter, but I will live in the scorching sun."
"I was born in the past, but I will build the future."
"[If we are idealists, hopeless idealists, we think of impossible things.]"
"[Then——I will answer a thousand and one times.]"
"[Yes, that's who we are.]"
"The pioneer is immortal, the sharp edge is sharp, and the spark is immortal."
"The dawn is everlasting, the candle shines brighter, and the ark is anchored."
"Look,"
"In this world, there are billions and billions——"
"..."
"Let me perish,"
"——The billions are all 'me."]
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[The ending has been included and will be included in the final evaluation]
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【PhD. 】
【Welcome home. 】
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Feng Yao doesn’t get enough sleep
