First Player

Chapter 1 · "Ten thousand times, ten thousand generations."

On the dome, spider web-like cracks spread, and a few rays of light suddenly penetrated like sharp swords.

A figure fell down, with cracks in his robe. The moment he landed, both the temperature and intensity of the flames in the room suddenly rose by a large level.

After Su Lin landed, she stared at "Su Lin" for a second, and then looked at Su Ming'an.

"The tentacle monster at 35° east by south has been killed by me. The era it protects is the 'world-like'." Su Lin said.

Among countless fixed destinies, four people are exceptions - Nuoer, Su Lin, Lu Shu, and Yueyue. Among them, the one who is easiest to cross the edge of the world to rescue is Su Lin.

"Su Lin" beside him was quiet for a few seconds, and suddenly looked at Su Ming'an: "Is he 'me'?"

"Yeah." Su Mingan responded.

"Is it me?"

"Yeah." Su Mingan nodded.

"Su Lin" got the answer, and he stared at Su Lin, who was stronger, more fearless, and more confident. There seemed to be nothing in the golden eyes, no jealousy, no regrets, and no wind.

"Do you want to kill Su Wensheng?" Su Lin turned to ask Su Ming'an. Regarding "Su Lin", Su Lin did not express any opinion, as if she did not take the imitation into consideration and simply regarded it as non-existent.

He knew how these imitations were made - people with implanted looks, voices, temperaments, memories, and emotions who might have had their own independent family backgrounds and personalities, as well as their own names. But after becoming imitations, it is very difficult to maintain their only implanted identity and the "personality" firmly imprinted in their bones. If they want to be free to be themselves, all the foundations of the past have been Obliterated.

The past has become a void of nothingness, the present has become a fixed character, and the future is still firmly pulled by a certain will... You can see the end at a glance throughout your life. All hobbies, social relationships, and family background are shaped.

But Su Lin had no idea about this. When Praya passed on the soul, his method was almost the same, although he would ask whether it was voluntary or not.

"Su Wensheng, you have no backup plan?" Su Mingan looked at Su Wensheng.

The long sword pierced Su Wensheng's abdomen. His hands rested on the edge of the long sword, and his skin was burned to a scorched black color, but he could not break away from the blade that was driven deeply into the wall.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, curled his eyes and smiled: "...Yes, backhand is everything in this mechanical city."

"If you don't leave, everything in this mechanical city will start to attack you. Along the way, you should have seen many terrifying machines, those flying in the sky and walking on the ground... Wherever you go, there are... I won’t let you go…”

"Even if you burn down the central control room and the other central control rooms, unless you can kill other tentacle monsters, go to the total darkness and burn down every central control room - but will you have time? Su Mingan, just by walking here, you will It took ten days, and you lost Alice, Black Magpie, and Yang Qi’s comrades... You still have to repeat the current steps... How many comrades do you still have to sacrifice?"

"——If [Killing Destiny] has a progress bar, you have only completed one 10,000th of it, and you have only progressed to 0.01%..."

His voice was coughing and wheezing, and every sound was filled with blood, but even so, he was still...one after another, earnestly advising Su Ming'an, even without caring about his life.

Su Mingan also thought about this problem.

Yes, he came to the end, he witnessed the truth of ten thousand world lines, he subdued Su Wensheng, he almost won - and then what?

Even if he tried his best, he could only affect one world line, and the remaining time was not enough to change the other 9999.

If the world is only divided into a few or dozens of lines, then if he works harder, he may be able to do it with all his strength. But 10,000 is such a huge and despairing number that it directly cuts off the possibility of "doing it with hard work". It is impossible for him to repeat it.

——So the gods said it from the beginning.

[Destiny cannot be cut off].

…

The god's arrangement was very clever. He did not throw Noel into a "world-like" era, but instead threw him into the distant witch era. Even if Noel noticed something was wrong at the early stage of the copy, due to the low integration of the times, Noel could not convey much information.

A clever woman can't make a meal without straw, and no matter how smart Noel is, he can't tell everything without reason. He didn't know the truth at the beginning, but he was aware of the "stubbornness of fate", so he tried his best to do some extraordinary things.

For example, he had many dogs during his witch days.

Noel doesn't like dogs, but he wants to try to do some "actions he would never do" to defy the keyword "destiny" of the copy. So he keeps dogs, eats food he doesn’t like, and does exercises he doesn’t like. Just like Chaoyan said: "Su Mingan, you can obviously try some actions that you will never do." Only this way can transcend fate.

Even if the integration level of the dungeons is not high in the early stage, as the number increases, there are always some actions that are mapped to other eras, becoming strange "outliers".

In this world, in Fake Noel's conference room. A Samoyed appeared with a sweet potato in his mouth.

According to common sense, no dogs would appear around Noel, and no other staple food would appear except cakes, but it happened to appear.

…

[At this time, Noel felt a slight movement at his feet. He looked down and saw a pure white Samoyed. 】

[Noel rubbed his eyes: "I did realize that there is something unusual in this world. 'You' are not 'us', but a Samoyed with a sweet potato in its mouth is too abnormal...\