Chapter 205 Chapter 203·"Wearetheworld"

　　——Let the human civilization that should be eliminated be eliminated,

 The ones that survive are suitable lives.

 Embrace the future, embrace higher dimensions, embrace new life, and embrace a whole new world civilization. 】

 …

In the Ferris wheel grid that was slightly dimmed by the colorful lights from the outside, a young boy with blond hair was looking over intently.

His eyes are soft and his smile is gentle, with a trace of innocence and purity.

 He was extending his hand, as if waiting for someone to take it.

 Su Mingan did not move.

 “Tell me specifically,” he said, “About your [new world].”

Noel sighed slightly and took his hand back.

“So my words still failed to impress you?”

"I am more pragmatic." Su Mingan said: "I don't care about your ideals. I want to know the specific benefits, as well as the responsibilities and obligations."

A small round table appeared in Noel's hand.

 He took out the round table from his backpack, and then took out a bunch of colorful building blocks, like the building blocks that children like to play with.

 He placed a square block on the table and looked at him.

"First of all." Noel said: "We are currently the two strongest players in the world. If we work together, we will definitely be much stronger than fighting alone."

Su Mingan nodded.

“Secondly.” Noel took out a rectangular building block and placed it on the square:

"I own the [New World] guild. Although the guild has no practical significance, my connections are enough to allow you to contact any outstanding sub-professional players. Equipment, magic circles, gems, potions... you can get high-quality equipment, magic circles, gems, potions... all of these in the first time." Value for money deal.”

 Then came the triangular building blocks, which Noel placed on top of the rectangle.

“Third, the advantage of public opinion. We don’t have as many chaos as the United Regiment, and there are no competing interests among various factions. You can take risks without worrying about someone backstabbing.”

 He retracted his hand and looked at Su Ming'an.

“Fourth, you and I are both people with special identities.” Noel said: “My identity is [Watcher]. I have certain precognition rights for the world copy that is about to be opened.”

 “Right of foreknowledge?”

"I can know some information about the next world copy in advance." Noel smiled, suddenly stretched out his hand, and pushed -

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

 The blocks collapsed and made a crisp sound on the table.

Like a real child playing with blocks, he smiled happily.

“For example, in the sixth world, the dungeon will be opened at twelve o’clock the day after tomorrow.” Noel concentrated on building blocks and said: “If you cooperate with me, I can tell you the relevant information of the dungeon before each dungeon is opened.

If there are props that are useful to you, such as anti-number tracking, I will also give you priority. "

…very good.

 After hearing so much, this fourth item is what Su Mingan needs most.

　　　… Is it a prophet-like identity?

 Being able to know some information related to the instance before it starts is indeed a very useful identity.

 “What are the obligations I need to fulfill?” Su Mingan said.

 “Not much! Really not much!” Noel stretched out his hand and made a gesture.

Su Mingan knew that it was a selfie.

 “Click—” There was a crisp sound, and Noel shared the photo he had just taken with him.

 In the picture, outside the thin glass, there is a dim sky.

Noel, who is smiling brightly, and Su Mingan, who is expressionless, are combined in a rectangular screenshot. The colorful lamps that come with the small square cover their faces, casting gem-like spots of light.

"If you cooperate with me, you should at least issue a statement, right? I will edit the copy and match this picture, and you can just forward it on the forum!" Noel said with a smile.

 “What about the others?” Su Mingan asked.

 Noel’s smile faded slightly.

"Others, there is only one last obligation." Noel said: "Su Mingan, I hope you can listen carefully to what I am going to say next. However, before that, I want to ask you a question first."

Su Mingan nodded.

“If you get to the end, you pass the level perfectly and become the real [power holder], an existence beyond the human category.” Noel said:

"Then, Su Mingan, what will you have in your heart?"

 …

The first time Marjorie saw the first player walking in, she was speechless.

 Everyone who watched him walk in said nothing.

 Just, a round of applause sounded from somewhere, like a welcome, but also like a thank you for the magnificent opening song he just played.

As a round of applause sounded, a series of applause also sounded, gradually forming a sea of ​​applause. And the number one player, who was bathed in room light, wearing a suit as white as snow, and wearing a friendly smile, also walked in and said hello to everyone present.

Everything he showed was completely unlike an ordinary student from the Dragon Kingdom, but like a modern aristocrat like Edward who was accustomed to such occasions.

"Marjorie, is that Su Mingan? It really surprises me. I thought he wouldn't adapt to this kind of situation." Anna next to her looked like there were stars in her eyes.

"I like such a dazzling man. Although he is still young, I like him." Anna whispered to her, smiling enthusiastically.

This passionate Italian woman would not hide her emotions. After confirming her thoughts, she spoke directly to Marjorie.

Marjorie was also surprised by this.

  She originally thought that the number one player who had been acting like a lone wolf and living in his own world would not come to such a meeting.

After all, she had heard about what happened before. It seemed that people from Edward's group, under the banner of the United Regiment, surrounded Su Ming'an in the main **** space and wanted to kill him.

Logically speaking, there should be no possibility of reconciliation between the two parties.

 Furthermore, even if the first player does come, it may just be a performance that lowers his rating.

After all, on such occasions, many of the top 100 players who were originally low-status on Zhai Star have become ugly. Some people don’t know how to wear suits and ties, some have unique aesthetics in dressing, some walk with a stooped back, and some Others were yelling like Igor.

When they speak, there is always a sense of timidity, like students who lower their heads in front of the teacher, like candidates in front of the English speaking interviewer. They use various words as if they have finally suppressed them, even if they say them It smells like big dirt.

 But this...this student from the Dragon Kingdom who walked in seemed to be very different from what she had imagined.

Not only was everything he was showing now, she could hear that the fate he had just played also carried a heart-shaking emotion.

 …Music can express a person’s heart.

 She believes that a person who can play such a piece must be a person who loves the world.

However, she still felt a little strange. She felt that the first player seemed to be different from what was said on the forum.

 Looking at her, she gradually felt that something was wrong.

She gradually no longer felt the dazzling brilliance in him that outsiders said, nor did she feel the sense of stability that "this man will definitely win", but a clear and clear word.

  【Arrogance】.

As if this word was engraved in her bones, she felt this unspoken emotion the first moment his eyes came over. It seemed like all the glory around him was just a coat, everything he did was a performance, and this sense of performance was so well concealed that she could hardly detect it.

 The first player walked in from the door, said hello to everyone, and then took a seat.

Marjorie heard many people whispering about him, and Anna's eyes next to her were like stars.

At this moment, she heard a bell ringing.

 The meeting began.

Wilson on the stage raised the first topic of the day.

　　—What do you think is the essence of the world game? 】

 …

As soon as Marjorie heard about this issue, she turned her attention to the first player sitting near the north door.

Beside him were Sora Mizushima with his head lowered and Engel with his eyes narrowed.

 He seems to have chosen a bad position.

Mizushima Kawakawa, a Fuso girl, carries a knife with her. Even though the waiter persuaded her, she did not put it back in her backpack. Her back was straight, and when the first player sat down next to her, the lines of her whole body seemed to be suddenly tense.

Engels, the mad priest who promised to make the first player understand good and evil, also narrowed his eyes. He hid the danger behind his green eyes and seemed to say hello to the first player softly.

The world seemed to be under the spotlight. When everyone moved their eyes, they would involuntarily stop at the first player's place, as if they were very concerned about his thoughts.

Marjorie originally thought he would not come, but since he came, there must be something he wanted to tell.

She has also learned about his lighthouse theory. Part of it agrees with it, but part of it cannot.

If the first player wants to persuade them like the NPCs in the strategy game at such a meeting, she may be able to see the depth of his thoughts and see a fierce collision of ideas.

Just when Marjorie was expecting, someone stood up first.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a scarlet scabbard on his waist. The scabbard had no sword and was like an ornament, but it also expressed his respect for the sword.

He was wearing a dark robe, which seemed to be the costume from the Dragon Kingdom. It was embroidered with a group of pythons with white thread. The embroidery work was very exquisite. Driven by his movements, the sleeves moved slightly, making it look like they were alive. Pythons dance in the dark.

 “I’ll let you start this.” Middle-aged people bowing, which seems to be the etiquette in the Dragon Kingdom.

 “Please.” Wilson nodded and extended his hand to indicate.

 The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and looked around the seventy-six participants sitting on the round table like an emperor.

 “I am Xiaoyaozi, an ancient martial artist from the Dragon Kingdom.”

He raised his hands and spoke in a thick voice, mixed with a sense of grandeur. At the same time, the translated words also had a flavor of the classical Chinese of the Dragon Kingdom.

“—I am a rotten man who is about to die in the earth. I have nothing but the sword in my heart.”

"Seeing that my life is approaching, but my sword skills are hopeless, I can only end this life and turn into a blue lamp."

“Fortunately, the world game has come, and the organizer has given me the opportunity to give me magical powers to help me rejuvenate and rejuvenate, and my beauty has faded away.”

 “I am no longer a hopeless person, and my vision is no longer limited to a piece of soil,”

“Even when I looked at things in other realms, I had some enlightenment, and I succeeded in making a breakthrough in the swordsmanship that had been bothering me for many years.”

"I will not let anything and my emotions control me. My body and soul can only be controlled by myself. From now on, the Sword Sect has a sword master with seven emotions and six desires."

 “If I can catch a glimpse of the sky, I will have a great opportunity!”

When Xiaoyaozi said this, his voice suddenly became passionate:

 “Therefore, I think,

 World Game—This is an Opportunity!

 The opportunity for mankind, the opportunity for Jianmen.

It helps us break through the barriers, and seeks for others, so that human civilization and my swordsmanship can become more advanced!

Shaohua's white head lasts only a moment. The way of heaven is ever-present and circulates back and forth.

"

When Xiaoyaozi said this, he seemed to want to continue his passion. There was a harsh "beep" sound next to him, and it was someone who slapped the red button on the table.

 This is a feature of this meeting. If someone wants to join other people's discussion during the topic, they can click the button to argue with them.

However, each person only has three chances, and it cannot turn into a situation of leverage and mutual defeat. The joint team is afraid that this group of players with different colors and irresistible tempers will fight at the conference table, and Wilson still needs to adjust in the middle. .

The one who stood up was a player with slightly dark skin and a flaxen turban on his head. He looked at Xiaoyaozi and seemed to be in a very unhappy mood.

 He is Gadi, the fifty-fourth player on the ranking list.

"No, this is a war! This is a war launched by alien colonists against humans! They want to completely dominate us physically and mentally, and make us their tools to colonize other worlds!" Gadi looked resentful. .

Xiaoyaozi frowned: "Pursuing the road cannot be smooth sailing. The organizer has given us such an opportunity, so why should we be so arrogant?"

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

Another sound rang out, and another white-skinned and yellow-haired suit player joined the discussion.

"Senior Xiaoyaozi is right. Now is the best time to show our style. Everyone is acting towards the same goal, developing together, and sharing destiny. This is our best era! Weare the world!" He He said while spreading his hands.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

 A beautiful girl with blond hair and a graceful waist stood up:

“Are you kidding? Do you think those aliens would be so kind as to give you a chance to evolve, to be a good person, to promote the progress of human civilization, and to do business at a loss?”

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

"Wilder, I have to say, if you don't step out of your comfort zone, you will never make progress!" A man with a big back frowned and stood.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

“It’s not like now, where we were suddenly pushed out into the ice and snow without even having time to put on our clothes. We will just freeze to death!” the long-haired man in a robe retorted.

“There is no free lunch in the world, my dear, we have signed a contract with aliens to sell ourselves, we can’t escape, we can’t escape! Only by doing what they say will we have a way out!”

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

"But this is amazing, isn't it? Destiny is truly in the hands of each of us." The elite man pushed up his glasses.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

“I long for freedom, but if people are destined to dance in shackles, I would rather choose a brighter place to stay.”

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

“Wait, wait, don’t worry, everyone, I have already published a chapter on body training. As long as you practice for a long time, soothe your spirit and mobilize your breath, you will be able to create yin and yang and move toward the unity of heaven and man..."

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

Amid the quarrel, Marjorie tilted her head.

She saw that the first player, who was sitting upright, was smiling at the scene where everyone was blushing.

 Like a person enjoying a wonderful stage play.

 (End of this chapter)