prynovel Chapter 1532: Final Chapter: Guarding the Shore [25] "Goodbye, Zhai Xing."
Chapter 1532: Final Chapter: Guarding the Shore [25] "Goodbye, Zhai Xing."
Chapter 1532: Final Chapter·Guarding the Shore [25]·"Goodbye, Zhai Xing."
Yang Changxu from the United Group had a dream today.
He dreamed of a dark-haired young man standing in the golden sunshine, surrounded by mountains and fields of sunflowers.
The black-haired young man turned to look at him, holding a fat white cat in his arms.
"Yang Changxu. Finally, I want to ask for your opinions. The opinions of the United Group, the Human Self-Saving Alliance, the New World Guild, and many alliances and guild organizations." Su Mingan's eyes were as deep as the ink sea: "Many of you are in the main god world, so I asked the gods of Yunshang City to weave a dream and pull you in."
With Su Lin's ability, he is unable to cross the gap between the main god world and the copy on a large scale, but the gods of Yunshang City can.
Yang Changxu rubbed his eyes and patted his head to confirm that he was dreaming.
The next moment, white light suddenly appeared, and figures appeared one after another around Yang Changxu. They were the chief of staff of the United Group, Eshkol, Heidier of the Human Self-Saving Alliance, Xu Changying of the World Independence Society, Lin Luohe of the ancient martial arts family, Qiao Manni, the Red Heart volunteer, Cole of Gran Victoria, and Abner of the Alliance Watch Group...
Nevagan, Glenn, Goldler, Annalei, Odin, Kungunir, Tenyu, and Shukaku.
Mible, Demps, Dominic, Perry, Kentaro Suzuki, Steward...
They stood under the warm sunny sky, alert at first, and then saw Su Mingan among the flowers.
Dense grass and swaying flowers covered his waist and below, and the black-haired young man had a silent look in his eyes.
The moment they saw Su Mingan, everyone subconsciously felt relieved, as if they had seen a peaceful lighthouse.
"I want to ask for your advice." Su Ming'an said, "In order to avoid mutual influence, I will talk to each of you individually. Don't worry, time passes very slowly in dreams, and we won't be delayed for too long."
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"I have no objection. This is the best result we can achieve." The speaker was Red Heart volunteer Qiao Manni. She was obviously a little nervous and did not look directly at Su Mingan.
She didn't know that it was the "divine power" that was affecting her. It was difficult for humans to look directly at gods.
"Yeah." Su Ming'an nodded slightly and didn't say much.
“That…” Qiao Manni mustered up the courage to say, “I wish you success!”
"Yeah." She saw the god nodded calmly again.
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"...I have no objection. You have worked hard and done a lot." Yang Changxu said.
This weather-beaten soldier stood in the sunflower bed with his military cap in hand. The sunlight fell on his slightly gray hair. He looked at Su Mingan steadily.
Su Mingan asked:
"Am I any different?"
Yang Changxu knew what Su Mingan was asking. As one of the first people to know Su Mingan, Yang Changxu remembered how Su Mingan looked at first. At that time, the young man held a steel pipe in one hand, walked with the girl in the cat-ear hat, with light in his eyes and a smile on his lips. He loudly proclaimed his lighthouse concept under the street light, full of confidence and high spirits. However, the person in front of him now had lost his color in his eyes, and only a calm and solidified look.
"You... haven't changed much." Yang Changxu clenched his fists.
"Yes." Su Mingan nodded: "Thank you."
"Thank you."
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"Mr. Su, we believe that your authority is above the World Game, and may come from the universe..." The speaker was the deputy political commissar of the United Corps, Professor of History at the Royal Military Science and Technology Academy of Gran, Grete. Based on the analysis of many experts, he gave Su Mingan a guess: "We believe that the nature of your authority may be similar to that of the Lord of the End of All Things and the World Game."
Su Mingan was silent for a moment and said:
"You mean, I am also an organ generated by the universe?"
The Lord of the End of All Things was formed by the laws of the universe, similar to the digestive organs, so it has the power to destroy everything. The World Game was also formed by the laws of the universe, similar to the evolutionary organs, so it has the ability to accommodate all worlds. Grete meant that the death rollback was also formed by the laws of the universe, so it has the ability to infinitely rewind.
Grete came up with many euphemisms, but under Su Mingan's clear gaze, he lost all his words and could only say the most direct words in his heart under the divine power: "...Yes. We think you are an organ."
The painted mask moved slightly and nodded silently.
Grete moved her mouth, wanting to say something comforting. After all, this speculation sounded too cruel. Perhaps there were other possibilities. However, Su Mingan spoke first:
"How can a cosmic organ be so ordinary, common, and powerless? Please don't deny everything about me as 'Su Ming'an."
"If that's the case, then everything about me is built on nothing. My name, my hobbies, my family, my temperament... none of them are as defined as the word 'organ of the universe'."
“I think of my authority as a tool, not my whole essence.”
His eyes were quiet and silent, denying Gretl's speculation.
Grete was startled, then nodded, rubbing his rough hands together, and the medal on his shoulder trembled slightly:
"Well, I was just posing a hypothesis. Anyway, thanks for your effort."
He took off his military cap and bowed slightly:
"Humanity will always remember your name."
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"...Very good, you took good care of Ah Du!"
Under the warm sunshine, Xu Changying of the World Independence Society held up his watch with both hands to check it, with enthusiasm and joy in his eyes: "No matter whether it is intelligence, authority, or computing speed, Ah Du's ability level is getting closer and closer to the Dawn System. As expected, AI's autonomous learning ability is powerful. I was right to give it to you in the first place..."
The masked young man nodded and fiddled with the sunflowers beside him.
"A-Du follows you, witnessing your joys and sorrows. He has grown rapidly after being nurtured by the Dawn System and the World Tree." Xu Changying smiled contentedly, like a father who has watched his child grow up. "Thank you for cooperating with me to complete the AI autonomous learning experiment. If you have any needs, please feel free to ask... By the way, I can provide a 'Fish Wing Flying System' so that the crucian carp won't have to stay on your shoulder all the time. There is also an 'Automatic Air Cat Feeder', which can convert components in the air into cat food, so you don't have to buy cat food anymore. In addition, I have recently developed a 'Super Tentacle Capsule'. Once you take it, your tentacles will dance automatically. It can also act for you, tell stories, carve puppets, and paint..."
Xu Changying spoke a lot of useful and useless things, his face flushed with excitement. These were the fruits of his hard work, and the unremitting cultivation of human science on the world game system. He shared them with Su Mingan with great joy, hoping to help this young man who stood at the top of the game.
Su Mingan only made one request, a request that surprised Xu Changying:
"Can you help me unbind myself from Ah Du?"
"Ah?" Xu Changying was shocked and dumbfounded. "You don't want it anymore? Do you know how powerful it is now? It can even transmit messages across most of Lovasa! It has finally transformed from a stupid watch that plays Snake and plays soft music to a super-intelligent AI that is gradually approaching the Dawn system. How can you just not want it?"
At this time, the electronic image of Ah Du stood up on the watch. Su Mingan had never set an image for it, but in the long process, it gradually determined its final image - a beautiful girl with colorful hair, whose hair would change color when she was happy and shed diamond tears when she was sad.
Its diamond tears flowed down, sad about why Yu An-chan didn't want her anymore.
At the same time, a hometown song "Love Until Death" sounded, as if to set the atmosphere.
Su Mingan closed his eyes and said calmly to the dynamic music:
"Because where I'm going is not a good place."
...That is a place where there is no burial.
"I will let them all go, including Ying and Ming, and of course Ah Duk."
Hearing this answer, Xu Changying's heart trembled. He scratched his head and tried to say something, but he was tongue-tied and could not speak. Finally, it was Ah Du who spoke:
"An-chan."
"Do you remember what Dawn once said?"
Su Mingan opened his eyes slightly.
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[The eyes of the dawn are full of human compassion and sorrow. When recalling the history of civilization, it seems to have a soul:]
[“I came from a technological copy. I was originally just a small watch with only the most basic artificial intelligence. I could only play music and small games.”]
[“It was the Doctor who improved and filled in my gaps bit by bit during my travels through different copies, until I became stronger and stronger. Gradually, I was able to construct the world and build a firewall.”]
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Ah Du's voice was filled with sadness. Unconsciously, this retarded AI had learned to feel sad:
"An-chan, if you really want to transform yourself into the world, you'll at least need an AI to help you calculate and think. Well... I know that gods shouldn't be needed, but, but."
Its words were inconsistent and still far from Dawn's intelligence level, but it was thinking hard, trying to find logical and reasonable words:
"But, you can be Actor, and I can be Dawn."
"I'm not a living being, so I won't be affected by many things. Even if you... lose consciousness, I'm still here. So, for the stability of the world, you should still need me. Don't, don't abandon me..."
"Although, although Su Mianbao already has a 'Ming'an System', I should be no worse than that thing..."
With the background music of "Love Until Death", its sad voice sounds out of place and even a little funny.
Su Mingan smiled subconsciously, and then his heart was filled with bitterness.
After hearing Ah Du's remarks, Xu Changying immediately thought of reasonable words of persuasion and said, "That's right! Su Mingan, what I said was right at the beginning. Ah Du will become an amazing AI like the Dawn System! You will also become Zhai Xing's Asa Akto! Uh... um..."
After he finished speaking, he scratched his head again, as if he felt that there was something wrong with what he said.
"I understand." Su Mingan said calmly.
"Hmm? Ah?" Ah Du blinked.
"If you want to leave, then go with me." Su Mingan said.
Of course he respected Ah Du's choice.
Ah Du said "Yeah!" and returned to Su Ming'an's wrist again. Su Ming'an raised his head and stretched out his hand to Xu Changying.
"Dr. Xu." Su Ming'an shook Xu Changying's hand and said, "Thank you for creating Ah Du and giving him to me."
During this journey, Ah Du always played the role of the happy pill, which made him feel good. Although it still didn't know how to read people's faces, played random songs, and made funny remarks at inappropriate times, it was undeniable that Ah Du was a good companion.
Human hearts are complicated, and any ally may suddenly turn around and leave, but AI will not. Its behavior is subject to logic and its master, and it will not betray because of a change in will.
"Ah... OK..." Xu Changying shook his hand and whispered:
"If Ah Duk really becomes a character like the Dawn System in the future... well... I still hope that your ending is better than Akto's."
He finally realized what was wrong with his words and corrected them.
Su Mingan laughed silently.
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Su Mingan met many people in a row.
Lin Luohe from the Guwu family sincerely apologized to Su Mingan, saying that the incident with the Lu family would never happen again. Su Mingan did not comment, he just hoped that Guwu could do his job well and take good care of the clan members with special talents.
Heidel of the Human Self-Saving Alliance explained to Su Ming'an the nature of the Human Self-Saving Alliance. It turned out that Heidel was a "awake person" similar to Alande. Heidel retained some memories of reincarnation in the world game, so he devoted himself to human self-salvation.
Gran Victoria Division, Eagle Country Countermeasures System, Dragon Country Wanli Force... all expressed their high respect for Su Mingan. Among them, Abra, Mizushima Kawaseong's teacher, expressed his hope to Su Mingan that Mizushima Kawaseong could survive. Su Mingan said that if the merits and demerits offset each other and more people were saved because of her, he would not have the time to care about her life or death.
Next came Wilson, the chairman of the joint group, a staff officer of the Operations Department of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the Eagle State, and a Marine Corps veteran.
Su Ming'an briefly explained to Wilson his next actions, and received Wilson's respectful gaze.
The two discussed the feasibility of this plan and how the joint group should coordinate everything left behind by Su Mingan to maintain basic human order when Su Mingan was gone.
This requires adjustment, so they chatted for a long time, talking about the recent situation of the small world, Su Mianbao's decrees, the system of the city-state, and the positioning of the United Group after moving in. They talked until the sunlight in the sky was slanted and the sunflower tilted its head.
"...That's all. I hope the joint group will cooperate and try their best to minimize the sacrifices." Su Mingan ended the long conversation.
The content of their discussion was roughly that Su Mianbao would gradually transfer some rights to the United Group, but would guarantee the jurisdiction over the Ming'an system. After the companions of the Peak Alliance moved in, the parliamentary system would be used to guarantee the right of the old human class, the top players on the emerging list, the strong, the weak... to speak together.
Everyone's starting point is still different. It is impossible for traitors and loyal players to get the same resources, and it is impossible for hard-working players and bad players to get the same treatment. This is up to the judgment of the Mingan system and Su Mianbao, Su Lin, Lu and others. People are put to their best use, and things are put to their best use. Classes still exist. After all, there is no fairy-tale utopia in the world, but what Su Mingan can guarantee is that the living conditions of the bottom must be better than before, many solidified tragedies can be changed, and people can explore a deeper universe and change their own destiny through a thing called "Dream Tour Game Small World Edition".
After the exchange, Wilson was silent for a moment, and his shrewd eyes moved.
"Aren't you worried that I'm a traitor and you're telling me your next move?" Wilson took the initiative to point out the potential crisis with a clear conscience.
Su Mingan smiled and said something that made Wilson change color:
"If even Mr. Wilson, the top leader of the United Group, is a traitor, then it will be difficult for humanity to survive."
Wilson felt Su Mingan's alienation at this moment.
——He is being eroded by divinity.
In the past, Su Ming'an would never have said such a thing. He was willing to save everyone, not caring whether they were guilty or not, not caring whether they deserved to live. No matter what he did or what he meant, he was impeccable.
But Su Mingan's attitude now has a slight deviation, which shows that the erosion of the divinity on him has penetrated into his human nature.
Wilson sighed in his heart and could only tell himself that a high degree of rationality is the advantage of those in power in the world. This should be regarded as a positive transformation of Su Mingan and a kind of maturity.
"Mr. Su, I sincerely wish you a safe journey." He took off his hat and saluted, which was the only way he could express his blessing.
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Mr. Andrew, Vice President of the United Group and Chief of the General Staff of the Northern Federation, discussed with Su Ming'an matters concerning the small world technology system, and the two sides reached a consensus on the authority of Su Ming'an's system.
Mr. Liu Jiahe, the political commissar of the joint regiment and director of a combined army brigade of Longguo, exchanged views with Su Mingan on issues related to the player army system, and the two sides reached a consensus on the guidance of adventurous players.
The Chief of Staff of the Joint Group, Air Force Wing Commander, Mr. Eshkol, discussed with Su Ming'an the resettlement of casual players after the war, and the two sides reached a consensus on the scoring service issues of casual professions.
The World Trade Research Institute, UNDP, UNEP, World Mental Health Aid Foundation, Child Players Foundation, Refugee Relief and Works Agency, Skills Training Institute, Science and Technology for Development Commission, Post-War Law and Order Maintenance Agency, Social Development Institute, Post-War Monitoring, Verification and Inspection Committee, Office of Internal Oversight Services, Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs of Peace Operations...
In addition to communicating and coordinating on follow-up matters, people expressed their admiration and blessings to Su Mingan in turn.
In the past, a 19-year-old youth would have been extremely excited to see so many leaders of Zhai Xing talking to him one after another. However, now when he was experiencing all this, there was no beating in his heart, as if even his heart had dried up.
His frozen eyes swept over their faces that only appeared on TV without any ripples, and he listened to their very familiar voices on the broadcast, slowly and calmly.
Nod, respond, and simply say thank you.
Like a farewell that doesn't require any extra words.
"Goodbye."
Goodbye, Su Mingan.
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Besides that, he met many ordinary people.
Su Mingan knew very well that the players at the top of the list represented the emerging strong ones, the United Group and other forces represented the old class, and the ones who truly represented humanity were the general public.
"As a god, I need to listen to their voices and know their wishes. I should not make rash decisions out of arrogance, nor should I be self-moved by closing my eyes and ears..." Su Mingan closed his eyes slightly.
He asked the gods of Yunshang City to randomly select some people who were sleeping, regardless of whether they were from Luowasha or Zhai Xing players, of different professions, age groups, and family backgrounds, and pull them into the dream of this warm sunflower garden to have a face-to-face conversation with him.
People's thoughts in their dreams are the most real, and when faced with his questions, they will give equal answers.
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So, on this day, people dreamed of a young man.
He wore a silent mask like a carapace, with a weird and bright smile raised high, as if smeared with dazzling blood, but he did not have a panic-inducing temperament, only a peaceful gaze that was incompatible with his grotesque appearance. He was wearing a long black feather-like gown, his skin was covered under layers of feathers, and a pair of slightly cracked palms were exposed, like a crow covered with feathers.
He stood in an endless field of sunflowers, the sunlight falling on his forehead like flowing golden liquid, sliding across the mask held high, the golden light flowing from between his painted brows and eyes, and falling into his open collar.
People stared at him, as if they had caught a glimpse of the sparkling river in the afterglow of the setting sun, and saw a statue taking shape, standing quietly in the long river of time.
At this moment, he - as a questioner, quietly asked two questions -
"Can you accept the end of all this?"
"Besides this, what else do you desire?"
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【No.1 Answerer Christina Zhang (Doctor)】
A: “I aspire to continue to be a doctor.”
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Christina Zhang, a Chinese doctor, has never put down her scalpel since she obtained her medical license at the age of 22. When the world game was launched, she opened free clinics in various dungeons. Countless late nights, she knelt in a pool of blood to sew up the wounds of players.
Hearing Su Mingan's question, Christina took out many photos of patients in her arms: "I have saved many people, these children... James became a soul tribe in the seventh world, and Louise became a staff officer of the Northern Kingdom, but when they are injured, they still come back to find me and call me 'dear doctor Zhang'."
Her needle-pocked hands stroked the yellowed medical records, and she looked up at him with a smile: "I have no opinion, but only one question - Mr. Su, does the new world need doctors who can't fight?"
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【No.2 Answerer Lilis (Child Care Foundation Politician)】
A: "Holy Lord, I long for the new world to be more than a white-sand paradise."
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The second person to step into the sunflower dream was an elegant lady.
She has blonde hair, feathery eyes, and dark brown pupils. She works at the United Corps Infant Foundation. This strong woman has been running around for ten dungeons to draw people's attention to the plight of young players. Her hundreds of forum posts have led to many young players being adopted and cared for. She has saved countless young players who were about to go astray, and she has comforted countless parents who have lost their children.
When she heard Su Mingan's question, she looked at him with melancholy eyes:
"Mr. Su, my savior, my beacon, my compassionate and great Lord, I would like to ask you--"
"Will there be enough milk powder and vaccines in the new world? Will the Child Rights Act need to be re-established?"
“Can children of different skin colors be treated equally? Some children’s parents are top players, while some children’s parents are ordinary players. Do they have a huge gap from the beginning?”
"I watched my twelve-year-old daughter being eaten by zombies in the First World. I volunteered to work for the Children's Foundation to help those children who were traumatized. Now, you ask me if I want to go to the New World?" She stared at Su Mingan's mask:
“Holy Lord, unless you can guarantee it, there will not be a new white sand paradise.”
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【No.3 Answerer·Chen Jianglin (Dragon Country Soldier)】
A: “I long to remain a landmark.”
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The third lucky person who stepped into the sunflower dream was a retired veteran in his nineties. Even in his sleep, he still looked around vigilantly.
He participated in the wars of the last century and demonstrated his amazing military qualities time and time again. In the last century, he led 300 militiamen to defend the city wall for seven days and seven nights, using homemade Molotov cocktails and steel fences to build a defense line. He also single-handedly guarded the gate of the shelter to protect the elderly and the weak from harm.
When the young man asked the question, Chen Jianglin stroked his faded military medal and murmured, "I have taught more than 20,000 young people how to make traps, identify poisonous mushrooms, and use tourniquets. They all called me 'instructor'... In this country, there are not many people who have truly experienced war. War is not a good thing, but those who have experienced it are always a monument."
He exhaled, revealing his combat uniform with a national flag patch sewn on it: "As long as you need me, my old bones can still serve as a boundary marker."
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【No.4 Answerer Abraham (Pastor of Lighthouse)】
A: "I want you to remember the door of the confessional."
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When Su Mingan asked the question, he got an answer that was related to him.
This devout black pastor, wearing a rusty cross collar, is just an ordinary lighthouse believer. However, his piety has enabled him to preside over more than 200 deathbed prayers and treat girls who committed suicide by taking pills and young men who killed their fathers to atone for their sins.
"Last night a mother cried and said that she had killed her lame neighbor in order to snatch bread for her child. I don't know, can the new world forgive the soul stained with bread crumbs? Or will it trace her sins in the old world and make her pay with her life?" Abraham's eyes were fixed on Su Mingan's toes, without moving up:
"My wish is, Lord, when you build the towering tower that reaches the sky, please remember to leave a door of the confessional for mortals."
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[No.5 Answerer Ivan Petrov (Painter from Rovasha)]
A: “I long for an art museum there that won’t collapse.”
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When Su Mingan saw him, the painter who had lost his right hand was using his broken arm to hold the paintbrush and painting the twelve-meter-high "The Last Hometown" on the wall, depicting the scene of the red sun setting.
When Su Mingan asked, the artist was painting sunflowers with burnt charcoal, the paint dripping down his empty sleeves, creating star-like spots on the ground.
"Look at this flower. It was painted by a girl who was engulfed by the heat of the red sun." The artist smiled at the wall:
“I long for an art museum in the future that will never collapse. No matter how the world changes or how long the war lasts, it will always stand tall. It does not exist on the devastated land, but in the heart of each of us.”
"Mr. Su, will there be an art gallery in the new world? It doesn't need to be fancy, as long as the children can still look up at the stars and point at the paintings and say,
"'Mother, this is the starry sky we've been through'."
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No.6 Answerer Sofia Petrenko (war correspondent)
A: "I'm eager to take more pictures of sunflowers."
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When walking into the sunflower garden, the woman who had lost her left arm bit open the camera film with her teeth and showed Su Ming'an the 9,000 photos she had taken during the bloody wars of the last century, recording the moments of mothers feeding soldiers with breast milk and blind children playing the violin in trenches.
Sofia is a well-known war correspondent who has traveled to the most chaotic and difficult battlefields and photographed as many as 16 countries and 87 wars. She is also a member of the United Peace Dove Association and has appeared in international newspapers many times to denounce war and call for peace. She was even assassinated for this and lost her left arm, which could not be healed during the World Games.
"Mr. Su, does the new world need a recorder who can't hold a gun?" She pressed her broken right hand against her chest: "My lens has swallowed too much blood, it's time to take some pictures of sunflowers."
Once, when a firebomb burned down her darkroom, this Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist did not flee immediately, but risked her life to save civilian images. When Su Mingan asked her about her wish, she smiled and asked him if he was tired, and stubbornly pointed the camera at Su Mingan:
"Smile, Mr. Savior. You look so pretty smiling in the Sunflower Garden. This photo will be included in the first edition of the textbook of the new era."
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【No.7 Answerer·Chen Tiantian (student)】
A: “I long for my mother who stayed in the old world to receive gifts from the new world.”
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The girl with a crooked ponytail always holds half of the amulet in her hand. It is the last gift she received when she said goodbye to her mother in the Ninth World. Her mother died in the invasion of Hewei.
When asked about his wish, Chen Tiantian hid his hands behind his back and said timidly but firmly: "My mother didn't leave behind a body. Can we engrave the address of our new home on her tombstone? Before she died, she said... that Tiantian wanted to see her future hometown for her."
"She left me a hundred emails, one for each birthday. I opened the first one yesterday and it said her words were going to my hometown with me."
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[No.8 Answerer Alyosha Ivanovich (educator)]
A: "I long for them to still be singing the same songs."
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A Siberian man walked in, tall and with a determined look.
Before the World Games, this man had taught on the ice field for 38 years. In a blizzard at minus 30 degrees Celsius, in order to enable children in poor areas to read, Alyosha dragged a sled to deliver textbooks until his left leg was frostbitten and ulcerated. He had taught thousands of children, and they all successfully walked out of the cold wilderness.
What is valuable is that many of the students he taught had excellent qualities and became powerful players.
When the god in the sunflower garden asked, "What else do you desire?", Alyosha's lips trembled, he slowly took out a moldy birch bark notebook, and mustered up the courage to say:
"This is the sheet music my grandfather brought back from Berlin in 1945... Ever since the World Games began, I no longer have the energy to sing. Mr. Su, I hope... I hope that the music classes in the New World can still teach children to sing songs like Katyusha."
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【No.9 Answerer·Zhou Guangfu (farmer)】
A: "Leader Su, I have been farming all my life, so when the game started, I took my fellow villagers to study how to farm in the Lord's World."
"Look, this is a mutant seed. It can be planted in any poor or strange land. Can an old man like me continue to plant the land in the new world? However, these wheat seeds remember how to grow in acid rain. They are much more useful than an old man like me."
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【No.10 Answerer Abdul (Boatman)】
A: "Mr. Su, I have been sailing for my whole life. Every rivet of my ship is engraved with the lyrics of the ocean current. Even if there is no sea in the new world, at least let our children dance on the deck, right?"
"When we get to the new shore, can you leave a boat for us? These young people haven't learned to read the ocean currents yet. I have to teach them how to find their way in the wind and waves."
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【No.11 Answerer Ye Ping (Nuclear power expert)】
A: “I long to still be able to hear the sounds of machinery in action.”
"Nannan, Dad has uploaded all his life's learning to the forum. In the future, someone will teach you how to draw engineering drawings for Dad... Oh, sorry, you are not Nannan. I have experienced serious pollution and I am a little mentally ill..."
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【No.12 Answerer Marta José (Ecological Engineer)】
A: "My team has simulated more than 90% of the ecological chain of the Amazon rainforest. We have retained genetic samples of all endangered species, even... those defined as 'pests' by humans!"
"Mr. Su, please live to see the rainy season in the new world. You must see with your own eyes how those beautiful ladybugs lay eggs on the glass!
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【No.231 Answerer Nina (Idle Person)】
A: "There is only one thing I desire - that you are alive."
"If you don't sit in the captain's seat when the ship is launched... that would be outrageous."
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He heard many, many voices.
"Supporters" project their life's work into a blueprint for a new world, dispelling fear with romantic expectations.
“Reflectors” cite traumas to question power, suggesting that there is still a conflict between survival and dignity.
"Opponents" adhere to the authenticity of civilization and believe that this is a pointless escape.
"Dependents" want the majority of people to survive and ignore the process of action.
Among them, Su Mingan was deeply impressed by a writer named Agatha, who pointed to the sky with a pale, bitter smile:
"If the new world we are about to embark on is an ark, then the first class cabin is for top players, the business class belongs to the United Group, and the economy class is filled with ordinary adventure players. As for those 'useless people' in the cargo hold on the bottom floor, can they really get oxygen masks?"
"In the future, the cabins of the New World will be allocated according to the scores of the 'Ming'an System'? Mr. Su, how do you prevent Wilson and others from changing the scoring criteria to 'loyalty to God'? The Pharaoh also promised this back then - and then the Nile River was filled with Hebrew babies."
Such questions are filled with yearning for the ivory tower and the Garden of Eden, and fear of the unknown.
But Su Mingan knew that there was no real Garden of Eden in this world.
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2025年5月31日9点47分。
"Rustle..." the sound of pen falling.
There was a slight sound, and the tip of the pen stopped.
“Just like that, I have completely finalized the answer in my mind.”
"As a god, I listened to the voices of many people in the Sunflower Garden."
"The engineer who always hammers in the corner of the engine room transforms the scrapped parts into singing wind chimes; the educator stationed in the village writes the coordinates of the distant Milky Way with chalk on the worn and narrow blackboard; the chef who has lost his sense of taste recreates the taste of his hometown with the laughter of others; the old man rowing the boat misses the river in front of his home all the time."
"They are like mycelium in the soil, silently connected to the earth."
“When I saw the energy progress increasing by tiny counts of 0.01, 0.001, and 0.0001, I knew that when I stood before the gods and the higher dimensions and bet on myself, someone was using a rusty wrench to repair the telescope that was projected into the universe, and children were writing down their fantasies about the starry sky in their composition books.”
"A bowl of sweet porridge that warms the stomach is enough to keep a medical officer on the verge of collapse going for a few more days and nights. A photo from the last century is enough to keep an octogenarian committed to his lifelong career. The development trajectory of this world is actually a brilliant river formed by the confluence of countless seemingly unrelated tributaries."
"They told me a lot of their aspirations, some were wild and unrealistic, some were down to earth, some required day and night efforts, and some had already been achieved. The vast majority did not express opposition, but only expressed a slight regret for the imperfections."
"They told me: 'Everything we did was the best we could do, and this is the best outcome that anyone can accept.'"
"They told me: 'Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Su.'"
"As for me, my desire is very simple. I don't have any long-term desire for Lu Shu, Shan Tian, Lin Yin, Yue Yue... I desire the happiness of most people. I desire the old lady in the flower shop, with wheat ears entangled in her silver hair and the sound of water irrigating flowers flowing in her wrinkles. When the ark docks with honor, she can teach the children to play Zhai Xing's folk songs with wheat straw."
"I hope that when the pioneers close their eyes with a smile, they will see countless successors holding their unburned torches. They will reconstruct their ideals in their own ways: some will weave the fire into wreaths and wear them in their children's hair, while others will use the embers to burn fertile soil and cultivate the wasteland."
“It turns out that true eternity does not lie in the life or death of a certain person, but in the arc of dawn drawn on the horizon when hundreds of millions of people run in relay.”
“I hope that after I die, people will still be moving forward.”
"I hope that it will remain like this whether there is 'Su Ming'an or not."
“The truly immortal adventure I desire is to turn the rest of our lives into a spring of sweet water that can quench the thirst of future generations.”
“I long for my last heartbeat to strike the bell of dawn, shake off the rust, and let spring grow in the palms of children.”
……
2025年5月31日9点48分。
Chen Yayuan was once an ordinary student at H City Middle School.
After the world game started, she learned that the "No. 1 player" was actually her former high school classmate Su Ming'an. She racked her brains to try to establish a relationship with him, whether it was posting on forums, contacting the joint group, shouting his name loudly at the auction... She tried everything, but it was useless. Su Ming'an no longer looked back on his own life. It seemed that the moment he became the No. 1 player, he split his life into two and never looked back on his previous life.
Gradually, Chen Yayuan accepted this fact, stopped trying to get in touch with Su Mingan, and lived her own life. Recently, she noticed that the atmosphere of the world game has become extremely tense. Everyone is thinking about the final outcome. More and more people go to the temple to pray and pack their belongings. Even when passing by teahouses and parks, you can hear the words "new world", "Ark", and "towards the universe".
"It's about to end..." She thought to herself as she packed up her few belongings, ate, browsed forums, watched live broadcasts, and went to sleep. Like many casual players, she was anxiously and expectantly waiting for the final judgment.
Will they make it? Will she die? Will she be left behind in the new world? What will that be like?
Until this day, she rubbed her eyes after waking up naturally from a good sleep, and opened the World Forum as usual to take a look, but she found an extremely bright, eye-catching, and red post.
At this moment, her heart suddenly felt empty, as if a stone had finally fallen to the ground.
"LeLe! LeLe! Come and look at the forum post!" She rolled and jumped up from the bed and went to find her friend who lived next door.
"What's going on? Which top player's exciting news is this?"
"No! Yes! It's very important!"
The two hurriedly opened the forum interface and stared at the lines of text in shock.
In front of them, the azure blue interface——
At the top of the world forum, there is no longer the lively comparison of the top players' combat power, the opinions of famous players, or the explosive news about Luo Washa, but a farewell speech.
The bright red title, the fluttering heat, the signature of the United Group.
……
——"Goodbye! My dear hometown!"
……
[Farewell Speech of the Coalition Government: "To Our Eternal Star Anchor"]
【Dear witnesses, pioneers, and citizens who are about to embark on this journey:】
[Please allow us to pay tribute to all the pioneers who support the backbone of the times. 】
[When our fingers touch the mottled lines of the old city walls for the last time, when the monsoon of our hometown passes by our ears with the fragrance of green grass, when the diamond-like light points of the Milky Way outside the window gradually light up, please allow us, as witnesses of human civilization, to pay the most affectionate farewell to this blue planet that gave birth to all miracles.]
[When you see this line of text, the "Small World" Ark will soon be loaded with our souls, carrying the fire of human civilization, and set sail to the other side of the starry sea. At this moment, we are not bidding farewell to our homeland forever, but setting sail towards the universe that breeds new life. ]
【Since the initial formation of the "Ark Project", we have experienced together the most brilliant transformation in the history of civilization: 3.22 billion adventurers died with their flesh and blood to pave the way to heaven, 1.46 billion casual players forged equipment, made medicines, drew guides, and laid out magic arrays, and a total of 1.1 billion compatriots guarded the fire of civilization in the countdown to the end of the world.】
[Now, the Ark has accumulated 9435 energy points, with a selection rate of up to 95%. We will eventually use the stars as an anchor, under the leadership of the "First Player", with the assistance of "Genzhi Dream Envoy" and "Spark", and under the guidance of thousands of top players, start this romantic expedition of eternity. ]
【The new world is not an illusory utopia. Under the care of players such as Ms. Su Mianbao and Ms. Luna for thousands of years, 98% of the plant gene pool of the old Zhaixing grows in its soil, and the atmospheric circulation system replicates the oxygen content ratio of Zhaixing - this is not an escape, but folding the sunlight and moonlight of the hometown into the pocket, waiting for the moment to allow, integrating our homeland, and allowing the scattered fragments of civilization to reassemble into a more perfect home. 】
[At this moment, please allow me to pay my highest respects to the pioneers:]
[To all adventure players - you used blood-stained swords to split the fog for mankind. Those figures who cut off their fate in the seventh world, those arms that opened up new territories in the tenth world, and those souls that are still burning at this moment will be forever engraved on the heroic wall of human history;]
[To all casual players - the super-intelligent AI that Dr. Xu Changying left to mankind, the 720 medicinal plants cultivated by Ms. Park Chengming combining old technology with the power of the world game, the light of life that dances under Dr. Tamok's microscope, and the 1,372 forum strategy posts written by Mr. Hubert. Forgers, pharmacists, magicians, and strategy players... These ordinary and great perseverance have built the most solid keel of the Ark;]
[To our navigator, Mr. Su Mingan - you forged humanity into an anchor chain and melted divinity into the cornerstone of the ark. Those late nights when you carried the weight of civilization alone, those times calibrated in unknown corners, will eventually become the eternal beacon guiding mankind through the tsunami and the creation myth of the new era. ]
【My fellow countrymen, this is not a farewell but an expedition. When our descendants touch the wings of butterflies under the glass dome, when the young captains of the new generation calibrate the course in the ocean of the new world, when the golden wheat fields are covered with golden waves as the pen tip rises - please always remember that in our chests is the heartbeat that still misses our homeland.】
[The countdown to the start of the voyage is about to return to zero, but our story will never end. If you are still depressed and uneasy, please open your mailbox. From number 000000 to ZZZZZZ, we have sent emails to every player through special identities - they contain the last surge of the Yangtze River before it enters the sea, the gradual change of the snow line of Kilimanjaro in the morning light, and the colors we still miss. ]
[Look, at this moment, the setting sun is kissing the wheat waves of my hometown, egrets are flying over the last rapeseed fields, and the fishing fires are broken into flowing gold foil at the estuary. Please allow us to touch the last remaining warmth of this land with our warmest hands, and carefully collect the morning dew and dusk of my hometown into the folds of our bags.]
[When the Ark arrives, when the time is right, we will return like migratory birds, and let the annual rings of the new world and the annual rings of the homeland fit perfectly. At that time, please sprinkle the cellared thoughts on the soil of reunion. ]
[Please remember - what we take away is not the homesickness of the exiles, but the expectations of the sowers; what we leave behind is not the tombstone of civilization, but the letters to the future. On the day of distant reunion, each little story will bring a new story, like a migratory bird returning to its nest. ]
[Now, please hold the hands of the people around you. Our navigator, Mr. Su Mingan, is already on the bridge, and the players in front of our helmsman list are already looking out on the deck, and our steering system is beginning to resonate——]
【Using Zhai Xing's last sunset as fuel,】
【With all the unspoken love and longing as coordinates,】
[Now, let us use the arc of Zhaixing's revolution as coordinates and the annual ring of the Milky Way as the time unit to announce to all time and space:]
【set sail!】
【General Council of the Joint Government】
【All members of the World Federation】
[On the bridge of the “Small World”, the ark of human civilization]
【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】
……
(Attached below: A thank you note to each player who made a huge contribution)
(Attached below: the specific structure, technological level, player treatment, and social order of the new world)
(Attached below: Preparations before boarding for top players, adventurers outside the 10,000th place, adventurers outside the 1 millionth place, adventurers outside the 100 millionth place, casual players above level 5, casual players below level 5, and pure casual players)
……
The interface was frozen, the text was stagnant, and Chen Yayuan stared at the post blankly, unable to describe her feelings at the moment.
"Really... I'm really leaving... It's all going to end..." She sat down on the ground with a feeling of loss, unable to calm down.
Lele was stunned for a moment, patted his head, and reacted: "What about Su Mingan? Will Su Mingan be the master of the new world!? Is he the one who maintains that world?"
As Su Mingan's classmates, their first reaction was to be curious about his future. However, this forum post detailed what everyone should do, what the new world would look like, and what position Su Mianbao, Luna, Lu, Lu Shu, Lin Yin and others would occupy in the parliamentary system, but it did not mention what Su Mingan's future would be like.
As it should be, he will become the master of the new world, the supreme being who rules over everything, a god, a higher dimension, the guardian and navigator of the entire world, and the noblest and freest person in the world.
"It wasn't mentioned in the post, so maybe Su Mingan didn't let the joint group make it public. I think it has something to do with his plan and needs to be kept secret?" Lele speculated.
"Well, I hope that after everything is over, he can disclose his whereabouts. I'm not asking for anything to happen to my family, I'm just curious about how happy my old classmate will be in the end. He must be a god at least." Chen Yayuan said with emotion: "Immortal gods, I really envy them, I wonder how many more years an ordinary person like me can live..."
"Don't worry, this is not a replica of the ruins world. Didn't you see what was mentioned below the post? Su Ming'an learned from the lessons of Akto's generation and constructed the world after the end of this game a thousand years in advance. He thought too much. With our lifespan, we can live safely for at least another seventy or eighty years." Lele's face was full of anticipation.
"This person is perfect."
"I still remember him giving a speech at the senior high school oath-taking ceremony. A girl secretly gave him flowers, and he waved his hands while blushing."
“I really miss it.”
"No matter what, he saved us. He won this almost impossible world game. I hope he is fine."
"Well, I hope he's fine."
"Many people will send him flowers in the future."
……
Su Mingan held the Book of the World in his hands and raised his head.
He wore a long black robe that looked like crow feathers, with mithril embroidered with thorn patterns, like the wings of a night owl, and when it fell, it formed crow feather folds on his shoulder blades. His long hair gradually turned white, and he wore a golden sunflower on his shoulder.
The belt was woven with faded cloth, and the hanging copper bells were rusted and silent, as if you could hear the broken chains clanging with every step.
The dark red linen lining was revealed at the cuffs of his robe, and his extended fingers gently stroked the cover of the Book of the World.
He stepped into the World Tree to see a figure - a white figure.
That is the brain of the World Tree, the people known as "Team Mu".
"Have you decided?" said the white figure.
"Yes."
……
Deep in the dream.
"Your Excellency, Lord of Dreams." A young man with beautiful long golden hair and red eyes walked over and bowed to a black figure:
"Su Mingan decided to transform himself into the world."
"Su Wenjun also came to the end according to your idea."
"Everything we are witnessing is gradually coming to an end. Should we continue observing or stop here?"
The blurred-looking Lord of Dreams sat on a high stool and asked:
"What does the Supreme Lord think?"
"Although He is unwilling to see the space-time recorder end here and wants to observe more, He has already understood that there is no reason to continue." Hui Chi replied.
"Where is the Lord of the End of All Things?"
"It looks like he wants to make one last attempt." Hui Chi replied, and after a moment he said, "What about you? You have been observing the World Game for so long, are you planning to stop it now, or..."
The black figure nodded, slowly stood up, and picked a white camellia.
"Let's go," He said.
"Let's go give him the last flowers."
……