Chapter 590 Chapter 587 · "Mo Yan, do you want to change all this?"

  【Lord God World·Area 387·No.10 Hospital】

   In the white ward, Mo Yan entered with fruit.

   On the back of his sword, there are extremely messy scratches, and a line of [Su Ming'an]'s signature is faintly visible.

   He stared at the patient on the bed—the patient had a face almost identical to his, but there was nothing but desert-like emptiness in those eyes, without the slightest vigour.

   "Brother." Mo Yan sat in front of the bed: "I'm here to see you."

   The patient raised his finger. He was Mo Xiao, Mo Yan's brother, who was severely traumatized by the influence of the sixth world, Baisha Paradise.

"Second brother hasn't responded yet. He may have really gone to become a person with special status." Mo Yan said, "I don't want to believe that he has never come back. I prefer to believe...Second brother is still alive, even if he takes refuge. The organizer has become a traitor to humanity. I too... hope he lives."

   His second brother, Mo Wen, never returned after he entered the Great Library in Praia, the seventh world.

  The three brothers in their family went crazy and disappeared, leaving only the normal Mo Yan to bear the pressure.

This family of    is just a microcosm of countless human families today, and an intuitive embodiment of the world's game traps.

  —The crisis of mental stress and the temptation of those with special status.

  Mo Yan's eyes became confused.

   He used to be a warm light in that hellish white sand paradise, a pistachio who was always optimistic, but at this time, he was afraid that he would not be able to illuminate himself.

"...What should we do." Mo Yan murmured to himself: "Living in such a world, in a world fully controlled by high-dimensional people, even if the final one year expires and we win... We really Will there be a way out? Brother, what should I do about your illness? The second brother is gone, will he come back? My parents were not selected into the game, they are powerless, can I protect this family by myself? "

   Mo Xiao on the bed stared blankly at the ceiling, motionless like a vegetative person, unable to respond to the outside world.

  The knife in Mo Yan's hand made a slight "chacha" sound, and the apple peel fell to the ground like a paper tape.

   On the TV screen hanging in the ward, a propaganda film promoting positive emotions and positive energy is playing, and the barrage passes over the screen, like a series of passionate slogans.

  【I believe in the future! I believe that the overall score will be up to standard! ! 】

  【I have signed up to volunteer, I want to do something for mankind. I'm very timid and don't dare to end, but I also don't want to be a layman who eats and waits to die. people! kind! must! win! 】

  【I see it very openly, even if I fail, this time is the most unforgettable time for me, and I have no regrets if it was wiped out. 】

  【…I have done everything with my parents that I didn’t have the energy to do before. We go to build a virtual scene system to see Huashan, climb Huangshan, see foreign pyramids, travel around the world, and experience different copies of life... This carefree year, compared to the usual oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, Decades of blindly working overtime for mortgage and car loans are more valuable to me. 】

  【The world game is also very good. I don’t think this is a crisis of genocide. We have come into contact with a new century and a new civilization. 】

[High-dimensional creatures may not be full of malice towards us. According to the attitude of high-dimensional creatures, there may also be "pro-human factions" and "helping human factions" among them. Otherwise, why are we still alive? It is precisely because they did not want to Kill us with a stick. 】

  【…】

  Mo Yan looked at these barrages coldly, he clenched his fists and his veins throbbed.

   Since the beginning of the world game, the tide of human attitudes has changed several times.

  At first, people were afraid and dashed forward like a whipped donkey, for fear that they would perish if they failed to reach the standard. Later, with the emergence of san value copies and mental trauma, panic became more and more serious, and fear of ending became the mainstream of thought, making the strong stronger and the weak weaker.

but now…

but now.

  ...The trend of thinking "welcome the arrival of the world game", "accept the organizer" and "this is an opportunity for human evolution" has actually begun to appear.

   Is this human optimism?

Do not.

   It should be said that no matter what era, there will be such a fact that the invaders are the faction of the great good people. This situation should be described in one word - "ball thief".

  Mo Yan gritted his teeth, his fists cracked, but he was powerless to change all this.

   The river of bullets that flew by in front of him was separated from him by a whole screen.

   "Mo...yan."

   He heard his brother Mo Xiao's voice coming from the bed.

   "Brother...!" Mo Yan immediately leaned over and took Mo Xiao's hand.

  Mo Xiao's hand was very cold, very cold, like a piece of frozen ice.

   "You want to...live." Mo Xiao's eyes were bloodshot, like a flood of scarlet spider webs: "...live."

   He seems to have forgotten more words, and just repeats "live" mechanically, which seems to be the deepest obsession in his mind before he was severely traumatized.

   Let your loved ones live.

   "I will... Of course I will survive!" Mo Yan gritted his teeth - his brother became like this, isn't it because of the san copy of the world game? How could he get close to the organizer?

  Others who are not physically traumatized - they certainly speak lightly! Accepting the "high dimension" and the "host", how can they understand the pain of their loved ones?

   "When Big Brother... the first player is fighting on the front line, there will still be traitors who raise their flags and surrender..." Mo Yan gritted his teeth.

Before   , someone had persuaded him to get closer to his big brother... the first player.

   After all, in Baisha Paradise, he has a lot of contact with the first player. If he can hold his thighs and form a team together, his family can be treated better, and pigs can fly when sitting on the air vent.

  ... But how can he be so shameless and his own strength is not up to the standard, how can he squeeze other people's teammates?

  【Do you think of him as my closest big brother, or the unreachable number one player. The one who gave me hope, or the one who dragged me into the quagmire of public opinion together]?

  Mo Yan didn't want to think about it.

   He didn't want to think about it - what kind of person his eldest brother took him, and he didn't want to measure his weight in others' hearts. As long as they meet, just like Yu Ruohe, Yang Changxu, Su Shi, Qin Ze and others... Since they are just nodding acquaintances, they will be left behind as time goes on.

   This sense of disparity has become prohibitive.

  He looked up.

  —On the TV screen on the wall, the channel has been switched, and at this time it is the live broadcast room of ‘First Player’.

   About 'whether to hand over Su Ming'an' and 'whether 10,000 people should make concessions to him', there has been a new discussion.

  —Those in the city of measurement, those who took the initiative to take refuge in the 'other dimension', and those who Zhai Xing wanted to take refuge in the 'high dimension' at this time.

so similar.

  Mo Yan stared at the TV screen, when he suddenly heard a voice in his mind.

  【Player Mo Yan. 】

  【Do you want to change all this? 】

   "...?" Mo Yan glanced left and right, but saw no one.

  …

   That voice reappeared.

  【I know you are dissatisfied with the status quo. 】

  【I can give you higher authority, stronger power... You can use this power to build your vision. 】

  【—Would you like to be a special person in the world game? 】

  Mo Yan quickly understood the source of this voice.

  —Organizer!

   Did this penetrate into him?

   "—Go!!" He yelled, startling the nurses outside the ward.

"roll roll roll!!"

   He roared, waving the sword in his hand, as if cutting the air.

   "—I'm a human! I'm a pure human! Don't try to infiltrate me, find someone who is willing to rely on you and be your dog!"

   An angry voice shook the ward.

  In his mind, the voice disappeared, making people suspect that it was an illusion.

   But Mo Yan didn't notice that when he heard the sound, his clear eyes flashed a little blood red. Only after refusing, the blood red disappeared in a hurry.

  …

"thank you."

  Su Mingan looked at the steaming two dishes and one soup on the table in front of him.

   Just now, he witnessed a very sci-fi cooking process. Xiaomei stuffed some low-quality vegetables and water into a cuboid machine. After ten minutes, the finished two dishes and one soup were pushed out.

   "No, it's nothing, no thanks, it's just a meal." The little eyebrows sounded like mosquitoes: "I picked it up in the garbage dump, made by an abandoned cooking robot, and I repaired it a little."

  Su Ming'an noticed that in this small dilapidated room, there were also many machines that were picked up at first glance. Automatic dishwashers, sweeper discs, mock-up garment mirrors, and some small guns without ammunition.

   It’s just that Xiaomei doesn’t have a channel to sell these. Once the wealth is exposed, it is easy to be robbed or even killed.

   "Where's your sister Dong Anan?" Su Mingan asked.

  When we first met, Dong Anan, the dumb girl, was being hunted down by robots, and she had the Dawn code on her body.

  Dong Anan is a cowardly dumb girl during the day. The night is a ruthless girl who will assassinate him and even recognize him as Akto.

   "We were chased by the mechanical army before, so we escaped separately. I don't know where she is now." Xiaomei said softly.

   She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Also, tonight's matter..."

  Su Mingan understood.

   "After I return to Central City, I will order to punish those who bully you." Su Mingan said.

   But to his surprise, Xiaomei refused.

"no no…"

Xiaomei shook her head again and again, her clear eyes faintly gleamed with water, and her thin shoulders kept shrugging: "Please, please don't worry about this. Bullying or something... is a normal thing, if you resist , will only be treated even worse. If the middle-aged man hadn't died today, he would definitely be locked up in a shelter later, but if the city lord pays more attention to this matter, the black boss on our side will investigate... that's all It's over!"

She buried her head in her hands, her voice full of struggle and pain: "We have divisions in the marginal areas, and there is a black boss who is in charge of our nighttime business, all of us girls must be controlled by him. Such a stable life, It's already very good, very good, I can't accept any more variables. City Lord, please stop paying attention to this side, Dawn... Dawn can't tolerate us!

  If even such a day is ruined, we will be killed when we enter the city. I would rather live here than live in a shelter and be electrocuted to death. If you are beaten by a guest now, you will be beaten, at least there is freedom and human rights..."

   After she said tremblingly, she turned around and ran into the inner room covered by a curtain.

  Su Ming'an stared at the empty bowl on the opposite table that she had licked clean.

   The food in his hand remained untouched.

  …No salt was added at all, and the vegetables had deteriorated. He couldn’t even swallow a bite. He couldn’t eat it.

   "Xiko." Su Ming'an said, "I hate dawn."

  Xiko's image appeared on the screen with a "swoosh", and she was awakened by his voice.

   "You are the last person to hate the dawn." She said, "This is how the city is, and we can't take care of everyone's wishes.

  Humans need to have enough consciousness to survive in the end times that are enough to wipe them out. "

   (end of this chapter)