First Player - Chapter 718

   Chapter 718 Chapter 716 · “Do Electric Sheep Dream of Spring?”

   “I am Andavis of the Freedom Alliance. Long time no see, City Lord, you are still so young.” The next middle-aged man bowed and smiled.

   “Long time no see, Andrews, welcome.” Su Mingan said.

“Your perfect war decision in the 49th year of the cataclysm, I am amazed. Now it is under your command, and I am honored.” Andrews smiled: “Under your leadership, human beings will definitely be able to drive [Hewei] out. “

   “…Yes, human beings will win.” Su Ming’an said.

   However, after his suspended animation, the voice of the gods did not ring in his ears, and without the command of the gods, how could he win…

   He is now commanding millions of legions and shouldering the fate of hundreds of millions of human beings… His omnipotent and invincible experience is obviously just a bubble, but everyone believes in him so much.

   One lord after another swore his loyalty to him, and the bright medals shone in the room, and gold was born everywhere. After receiving hundreds of people, a general with a face full of flesh squeezed in.

   “—City Lord, in the war arrangement, why do you want our army to be at the rear?” The general was angry and asked Su Ming’an: “Does the city owner think that I am easy to bully, so do you want our army to be cannon fodder?”

  Su Mingan smiled when he saw this: “I have always heard that Sosa’s army is known for its swiftness, and no legion is more suitable for this position. Please let me have the honor to see the honor and spirit of your Sosa army.”

   When he laughed, it was as if a spring breeze was blowing his face. Just like a human self-rescue meeting, the clone smiled at the leaders.

  Su Mingan stretched out his white-gloved hand: “I wonder if I have this honor?”

   The fat general’s cheeks flushed and he coughed: “…This, okay.” He took Su Ming’an’s hand and released it after a while.

   “Excuse me.” Su Mingan nodded to him, turned and walked into the back room.

   As soon as he closed the door, he took off his white gloves, threw them into the trash can next to him like a fly, and put on a new pair of gloves.

   Yueyue sat on the sofa, staring at the sand tray on the table. Seeing Su Mingan push the door and come in, she raised her head: “Take a rest, you’re not looking very well.”

   “There are many conflicts between the new generals and the direct line of the city lord, which cannot be ignored.” Su Mingan said.

Beside   , Lu thought: “Now the dungeon is in the final process. There has been a saying since ancient times that ‘a glass of wine releases military power’, and it is normal for heroes to feel scared. It is indeed not time to rest.”

   “Let him rest, after all, he was only a student before, and I feel tired…” Yamada Machichi said.

   “Su Ming’an, he is a student?” Lu stressed, looking at Su Ming’an: “No, Asa Akto, you are the city lord.”

   This is the first time Lu uses “you” to address him.

   “Whether you like it or not, when the copy assigns you such an identity, you can’t go back. I am ten years older than you, and if you can’t, I will teach you how to deal with this.” Lu said.

  Su Ming’an was silent for a moment: “…Thank you.”

“After seeing the scene of the ruined world, I again believe that we did nothing wrong to create the Peak Alliance. Heroes will be feared. We need a post-war place, and you have all the qualities to lead mankind out of darkness.” Lu said .

   “You mean… make me a post-war dictator?” Su Mingan said.

   “No.” Lu looked up:

   “Should say…Guardian.”

   “You carry the lives of hundreds of millions of people on your back.”

  …

  【Doomsday City·Outside the City】

   “Grandma, when can we go home…” A little girl tightened her clothes.

   They were among the tattered refugee ranks, covered with frostbite, yellow-faced and thin-skinned.

   They are refugees. When they heard that there was going to be a war, they quickly wanted to find a city to hide in. Thousands of such refugees gathered at the gate of the city.

   “Tuantuan, we’ll be in town soon…” Her grandmother comforted her.

“My mother said before she froze to death that my grandma used to say that as long as we see the dawn rising, we will have spring, but why does spring disappear again…” The little girl said: “My mother also said that she saw crows on the train when she was a child, But why are there no crows… Grandma, I miss Mom…”

   Grandma hugged her thin body tightly and let out a choked sob:

   “Tuan Tuan. I miss Nini too…”

  The second year of the catastrophe to the 72nd year of the cataclysm is a history of human suffering.

  Before the Battle of Dawn began, human beings suffered from the rule of gods and cruel executions.

  In the early days of the War of Dawn, human beings suffered from the swirling fire of war and sudden nuclear explosions.

  In the later period of the War of Dawn, human beings suffered from self-conquest and shortage of resources.

  The real dawn is always in the future that is not connected with them, as if there is a sharp blade cutting the future. All they face is suffering.

   “Hey – the refugee population in Doomsday City is full, you can change places! No more!”

   At this moment, the line at the gate stopped, and the soldiers came to chase the people.

   Grandma’s face turned pale-they had traveled hundreds of kilometers to reach Doomsday City, and now they are going to be chased away again… They can’t walk anymore, and the only outcome is to freeze to death on the road.

   “—Didn’t you say that Doomsday City will accommodate refugees?”

   “—I’ve never heard a request for a full crowd. Why did we tell us not to accept it when we arrived?”

   Hope for survival faded, people roared like madmen, and the colorful strips of cloth were like waving flags.

“There’s going to be a war recently, and the whole city is under martial law, so too many refugees can’t be accommodated, and a new policy has been put in place. It is said that the refugees who need rescue the most can enter the city of doomsday. Well, you can change places quickly.” The soldier explained, and began to rush again. People are like a tide pushing another tide.

   “Aren’t we the refugees who need help the most? My husband has been frozen to death!” Thousands of refugees were like a raging tide, and all kinds of noisy voices came out.

   “My family is all dead, and there is no warm stone on my body. If you drive Laozi away, you are forcing Laozi to die!”

   “Why are you fighting again!? Isn’t the Battle of Dawn over? What the **** is that city lord doing!”

   “He was alive, alive and dead. Who knows what the **** he is? I saw that devil Lin Guang pushing his corpse before, what kind of bionic body, isn’t this a monster?”

  “…”

   Grandma held the little girl in her arms tightly, so as not to be swept away by the sudden crowd. People with red faces and ears are like monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks.

  She closed her eyes tightly and warmed the little girl’s body. They kept warm by hugging all the way.

   “Don’t be afraid, Tuan Tuan, there is always a place for us to live. In this world, there is no way to force the living to death…” she whispered.

   On the city wall, the trumpet sounded, the voice of the soldier squad leader:

   “If you want to enter the city to receive assistance, please show proof that you refugees are refugees…”

  “…”

  People were stunned.

   Obviously there is only a wall between survival, but for such ridiculous reasons, they are isolated from the world, how can they prove it…

   They roared, scolded, and screamed, but their thin bodies could not withstand the wave of soldiers attacking. Soon after, the crowd had no choice but to disperse. With numb footsteps, they turned around and embarked on the final journey of despair.

   Grandma hugged the little girl, moved slowly, took a few steps, and found that there was no sound in her arms.

   She thought her granddaughter was asleep: “Tuantuan, wake up, we have to keep going.”

  The girl did not move.

   “Tuantuan, don’t sleep, we have to travel all night.”

  The girl still didn’t move.

   Grandma turned the girl over and saw the little girl’s pale face, her eyes closed, and there was no breath under her nose.

  The world forces the living to become dead at a very young age.

  “…”

   She bowed down, trembling, and hugged the frozen girl tightly.

   seems to have also become a tombstone.

  …

  【North Lysel Valley】

  In the valley, North Lissell sits by the stream, helping his fellow homeowners replace parts.

   “Xiaobei, I heard that there is a war in Doomsday City?” A refrigerator man said: “But the war will not solve any problems… The problem now is not [Hewei], but the overall human resources have been exhausted…”

  North Lisser closed his eyes, his white hair fluttering in the warm wind: “I know.”

  The grid-like time is three-line parallel, and the resources required by the Dawn system to build the dimension are always consumed.

   He had heard before that some people said that this was “the most critical time for Kaiusta, which is related to the fate of the world”, and now it is true, three-dimensional resources are approaching a critical point of exhaustion.

“Humanity may not survive the 72-year resetting of the cataclysm…” North Lisser bit his finger: “If this dimension collapses, everyone will be finished, and there will be no next simulation. ‘Past’, ‘Now’ , ‘the future’. All collapse at the same time…”

   “What should I do, Xiaobei?” The radio man made a harsh voice.

“There is no way, resources can’t be generated out of thin air. But didn’t [Hewei] give us a way?” North Lisser said: “Hand over Akto in exchange for resources. Human beings can only live by this way. .”

   He suddenly raised his head.

   “Listen.” He said, “Here again.”

   Above the sky, the voice spreads throughout the world.

  【Hand over Asa Aktor. Push him to the edge of the world, and we will give you wealth and resources enough to survive…]

  【Hand over Asa Akto…】

   This voice has been echoing for many years. At first people didn’t believe this kind of nonsense, but with the deepening of the invasion, some people really received resources from [Hewei], and too many people were bewitched by [Hewei] and became new believers.

  The refugees died of self-expulsion by human beings. When they were on the verge of death, [Tavi] gave them resources, saved them, and became their gods.

   North Lissel closed his eyes.

   “No, I’m going to help him, I can’t hide from the world…” North Lisser said: “You stay here and wait for me to come back.”

  …

   The course of the war was not smooth.

   Because the goal of the war is not clear at all.

   Kill one red-eyed army, and another will be ushered in. Someone will always be bewitched and someone will always be invaded. Su Mingan once again released the missionary halo screen recording Dafa, but the fatal problem is not in this aspect at all.

  Resource shortage is the biggest obstacle to human existence. [One-dimensional and a half] It is in a dimension where the top and bottom are not connected, and there is no way to get support. Unless the world resets in ’72.

  This barren land has no God’s care and has become like hell.

   The dungeon opens on the seventeenth day, night.

  65 years after the catastrophe, the population dropped sharply to two-thirds of the original. Among them, starvation, freezing and other methods of death occupy the majority.

  Su Mingan was sitting by the bonfire in the ruins, beside him were the confused Sen and others.

  If the previous catastrophe 49 years of war was to fight against the camp of gods and lay down the city of gods. This time the war had almost no purpose, as if it was just killing for the sake of killing. No matter how many red-eyed enemies they kill, the number of people who freeze to death is always increasing. The army can kill, but it can’t save anyone.

   This is a never-ending despair.

   “It’s not gods, it’s not beliefs, it’s humans who kill humans.” Sen muttered.

  …Too many people want them to hand over the lord.

   Suddenly, he saw Xi standing up.

   In the middle of the crowd with injuries all over her body, she walked out slowly. Everyone looked at her, who was also covered in injuries.

   “Please don’t give up.” Xi said: “We must protect the people of Doomsday City and fight to the last moment.”

   She held her head high:

   “—We’d rather freeze to death due to lack of resources. We can’t be killed by [Hewei]’s bewitched… That’s what we fight for.”

   What a desperate fight.

   is just to change the way to die.

   Her face is covered with frostbite, the temperature outside is getting lower and lower now, it is the cold that goes straight to the soul.

   “Little handsome, handing over you won’t solve the problem, it will only lead to greater despair.” Xi squatted down, clenched Su Ming’an’s hand, and clasped the thirty-third net she gave him in his palm.

   she murmured, as if convincing herself:

   “You are the best and can’t lose you.”

  ”…” Su Ming’an did not speak.

   Although the situation was difficult and there was no divine guidance, he relied on his own judgment of the situation and tried his best to bring people to this year. His companions didn’t give up either, always protecting him.

   Although it was difficult, people also said that he seemed to have lost the wisdom of a **** and became an ordinary person.

   But they came down.

   He felt a tightness in front of him, and Xi hugged him.

   This hug does not contain any lust, but only warms the cold to each other.

   Her eyes were hot and humid, and the air she exhaled tended to be cold, and her originally delicate skin was full of scars and frostbite.

  —When she hugged him, he still seemed frozen and didn’t feel real.

   Her face rubbed against his chest, her lips were cracked, and she still insisted:

   “Won’t hand over your…”

   “Why do you always have to sacrifice you to achieve a barely watchable ending…”

   “We’ve come this far, who wants to admit defeat at the end…”

  People look at them.

   No one said anything like “hand over the city lord”.

   They struggled in the cold and fought in the dark night, always hoping that the war would end and that they could find a new resource excavation point.

   Although there is only despair.

  Human beings are such creatures that struggle to survive, and they have survived to this day for that little bit of unyielding belief.

   “…I know, I love you both.” Su Mingan put on her thin back.

  The subtle singing came out, and then it became louder and louder. The scarred people sang softly. In front of the burning bonfire, they seemed to be able to warm up and keep hope in this desperate world.

  The long night, only they motivated themselves, trying to keep the voice of Morningstar.

   They sang songs that originated in the days of the War of the Dawn, and raised their heads high in the cold wind, as if they could glimpse the dawn.

  …

   “What song is there that we should stop and listen to?

   “What ideal is it worth sacrificing one’s life?

“Honey,

“Honey,

  ”It’s your unyielding voice…

   “Please don’t be afraid in the dark night,

   “Join me the dawn of new life,

  “We enjoy the wind of freedom…

   “If the lamb runs between 0 and 1,

   “If butterflies dance among the data flowers,

“Honey,

“Honey,

   “Do electric sheep dream of spring…?”

  …

   They are a herd of electric sheep struggling in a loop.

  Electric sheep also yearn for spring.

  …

  …

  [Historical records, the battle of the dawn of the ruined world (32 years of cataclysm – 72 years of cataclysm) lasted for 40 years. 】

  [After the 49th year of the catastrophe – the 63rd year of the catastrophe, after the end of the “transition period”, people started a more desperate war. 】

  【This time, they can’t find any enemies. 】

  【The biggest enemy…from human desire and greed. 】

  【More than 53 million humans died in this cold and starvation. 】

  …

  …

  【—According to a total of 2,300 simulation records, each time human beings finally chose to hand over Asa Akto. 】

  …

   (end of this chapter)