First Player

Chapter 73 "He will eventually return to the world."

——Su Mingan always has a "feeling of being guided."

It was as if there was someone who knew me very well, guiding my steps. This feeling started on the fourth day after the dungeon was opened. He wanted to try to break this guidance and no longer act at the familiar pace.

Therefore, before Su Mingan left the dungeon, he made a bold plan with Noah and others, such as...

The sheep enters the tiger's mouth and then eats the tiger.

But before that, a little acting is needed, and he needs to put himself in danger.

Su Mingan rested on the piano board, thinking about how to act more realistically.

"Unfortunately, it seems that people follow survival and interests, not you." Akto said, looking at the quiet banquet hall.

"You are really sick." Su Mingan couldn't help but say.

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[NPC(?) favorability: 50+10 points! (Friendship line)]

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Seeing the increase in the favorability bar, Su Mingan was horrified - this god is really perverted.

It's quite high, and even higher would be the level of a comrade-in-arms relationship or a lover's relationship on which life and death depend. This god became fond of him, but he still looked like he wanted to be beaten.

"If you don't believe me, ask people, if only one person can live between you and me, guess who they will choose?" Akto raised his chin slightly towards the audience.

Everyone in the audience lowered their eyebrows, held their breath, and dared not speak.

"Hey - I'm asking you."

Akto glanced down and said lazily: "If he and I can only choose one, who do you choose?"

Survival or freedom?

The two ends of the scale swayed slightly, and angels and demons stared at the hall.

The audience was completely silent.

"No one dares to tell the truth?" Akto walked back and forth, his face gradually turning cold.

Seeing this, a man in gorgeous clothes took action. With a "pop", he knelt down on one knee in the direction of Su Mingan, his face flushed, as if he was swearing loyalty.

Su Mingan's expression softened slightly. He didn't expect anyone to be loyal to him.

"Before you officially cross the line... stop it! Please! Obey the gods!!" The man kowtowed to Su Ming'an:

"Don't start another war, don't resist anymore, we are already living a good life like this, please! I also hope you can survive!"

What he said was not a word of allegiance, but a word of persuasion to surrender.

Like a tight thread, it snapped with a snap. People's nervous expressions became relieved. They didn't want blood to be splattered in the hall. Obedience was the best result.

A somewhat mocking smile appeared on Akto's face. Just as he was about to speak with a smile, he heard Su Mingan laughing next to him.

Akto asked doubtfully: "Why are you laughing?"

Su Mingan suppressed the raised corners of his mouth: "It's none of your business."

He just smiled, and Noel was really good at predicting things. Before coming here, Noel told him that it was impossible for anyone to be on his side. Akto had already started the chip project, just like the personality measurement in Measurement City. No one with a rebellious mind would Show up at the banquet hall.

"Uh-huh!"

Suddenly, the Sword of Arman appeared in Su Mingan's hand.

Seeing Su Ming'an draw his sword, there was a burst of chaos below, and the men and women stepped back one after another, leaving a large distance. There were subtle sounds of "click" and "click", and crisp sounds came from all over the banquet hall, and countless guns were pointed at Su Ming'an.

"Did I not serve you well? Why did you suddenly take action?" Akto faced the sword and asked doubtfully: "Can't you also drink? But I did not find the strawberry juice you like..."

"That's enough! You're a fake, trying to occupy a magpie's nest!" Cheng Luohe's angry voice came from the other side of the hall. He had been holding it in for a long time, and he only dared to speak out to Akto when he saw Su Mingan drawing his sword.

"You say I'm a fake?" Akto repeated. The warmth in his eyes gradually faded, and he suddenly smiled:

"Who is the impostor? Su Mingan, the first player - who stole Akto's identity and used everything about him? You said that I am an impostor. What is the essential difference between you and me?"

"You are an intruder." Su Mingan said.

"Really?" Akto tilted his head: "Don't you belong to the category of 'invader'? Can you contact [Tavi]? Do you know when the resources will come? You want to kill me and take it by force Everything about me—but none of this belongs to you."

Su Mingan's expression did not change.

Akto's expression was still gentle, but the words he spoke were like sharp blades:

"Su Ming'an - you are just a thief who steals other people's identities. You stole the trust of people like Noah and Xi, and you stole the feelings of people like Xiaomei and Lin Guang. If you didn't have the city lord's right from the beginning, Identity, do you think they will look at you differently? Do you think Beacon Shelter will trust you? If you didn’t have my help during the War of Dawn, do you think you could defeat that mentally retarded Lin Guang?"

"..."

Su Mingan held the sword.

In the fifth world, Hui Shuhang and Shanshuang recognized that he was different from Qin Wang. In the sixth world, Dongxue also recognized that he was not Yang Xia. In the seventh world, Naraku and Xie Lude recognized him as "Su Ming'an". In the eighth world, he has a special identity. It would be better to say that he lives by his own identity. But the ninth world was the one that shook his cognition the most.

His past was too thin, and the ten days he spent in Caiusta now were no different from the rest of his life. He met more key NPCs in the Ninth World than he had made in his nineteen years of life. He felt more emotions here than in the previous eight worlds combined.

However, this made him realize more deeply that these did not belong to him.

The copy time has passed and he is just a passerby. Everything taken from the world will eventually be returned to the world.

"Yes, I am a thief. My hostility towards you is not out of my hatred, but out of the mission requirements of Akto's role..."

Su Mingan spoke, as if explaining his behavior.

Three seconds later, without any warning, Su Mingan suddenly swung his sword out at extremely fast speed.

Akto never expected that in the middle of the confrontation between the two men, Su Ming'an would stop talking to him and just start slashing.

The "forced hit" effect of the Yellow Rose Lock wraps around Akto's body like invisible thorns. Su Ming'an's current strength value is as high as 100%, and the world is shattering.

Su Mingan's preaching is only for suitable situations. When he judges that the other party may be persuaded by him, he will start a long speech - all his strategy-style remarks are for the purpose of passing the test.

As for the "thief" the gods spoke of... who is nobler than whom? It was the real Akto's turn to chat with Su Mingan, not this intruder.

"Uh-huh!"

A hexagonal defensive cover instantly appeared on Akto's body. A burst of light and fire flashed on the stage, and explosions sounded. The crystal lamp above his head crackled with the waves. People wanted to escape from the banquet hall, but found that the doors and windows of the banquet hall had been sealed, and the mechanical army was already waiting around.

"Boom-boom-boom-!"

The sound of the floating cannon was heard, and the platform on the second floor collapsed. The exquisite piano was folded in half, the cream cake was overturned, sawdust flew, leaving only floating smoke and thick fog.

People huddled in the corner, hugging their gorgeous clothes and trying to stay away from the dangerous area as much as possible. Only Cheng Luohe rushed under the high platform.

"Sir! Sir!" Cheng Luohe shouted, looking at the high platform filled with thick smoke.

The smoke gradually dispersed, revealing a standing figure. The defensive armor on his body was damaged, and his clothes were stained red with blood. His posture was embarrassing, and he was coughing while covering his mouth.

Opposite him, a young man in a white suit was leaning against the piano, his eyes closed, motionless, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

"It's really troublesome."

With a "bang" sound, the defensive armor hit the ground. Akto lowered his head and glanced at the injuries on his body. His clothes were completely soaked in blood, and he was seriously injured.

Fortunately, he prepared an anesthetic. This kind of anesthesia requires the scent of lilies to work. He calculated the time for Su Ming'an to receive the lilies and captured the opponent on time.

Everything went smoothly, and there were almost no mistakes in his plan. Even if the opponent is a player from another world.

"Sir..." Cheng Luohe stared blankly at Su Ming'an who was leaning on the piano. He was unaware of Su Ming'an's plan.

Seeing that the situation was settled, some flatterers immediately asked their servants to come and drag Su Ming'an away. Akto raised his hand: "I will help him myself."

He stepped forward, gently lifted Su Mingan up, and put it on his shoulders, as if he was supporting a wounded person.

In the banquet hall, silk-like music was still playing. People covered their faces with fans and breathed a sigh of relief—the rulers had not changed. This was the best outcome for them.

In the corner, Yaowen covered his son's mouth. They needed peace.

People made a way for Akto and watched the two figures walking from the stage to the audience and heading outside.

Vaguely, a green light flashed at Su Ming'an's temple, but it was hidden by his black hair, so no one saw the light.

…

Six-thirty in the evening, underground city.

Noah put on his silver-white armor and walked through the retrograde crowd to the deepest church.

"Xiao Bi, the operation has begun. Please grant me personnel dispatch authority." Noah said.

"Authorized, come on! ヽ(▽)ノ" emojis appeared on Xiaobi's head.

"Also, please grant me permission to use AI Yaya." Noah said again.

"Authorized, please use it properly! (^^*)" A text bubble popped up on Xiaobi's head again. Before going to the banquet, Su Mingan gave Xiaobi permission to use AI Yeya.

"In addition..." Noah was silent for a moment: "Please grant me the only job opening in the inner city."

This time, there were no bubbles coming out of Xiaobi's head. She turned her head slightly and looked at Noah.

"Xiao Bi, we are all people without a future." Noah said, "Before being buried in the dust of history, I want to do something valuable."

There was light in his eyes when he said this.

A crisp prompt sounded, and a text bubble popped up on Xiao Bi’s head:

"Authorized."

Noah turned around and looked down at the underground city. The entire underground city seemed like a running machine, and people were moving quickly.

"This is the terrain map and real-time defense report. We will pass the information on the Mushu team's forum." In front of the gate, the road unfolded the blue three-dimensional landscape, giving everyone the final mobilization: "We have room to dodge and maneuver. .The chief in the central area will support us."

There are hundreds of red dots recorded on the map. People raise their wrists, and there are different permission sections on the standard watch.

"The data is stored in the hard drive. If I die, please continue my research results." A doctor patted his young student's shoulder and installed a pulse device on his arm.

"Teacher, goodbye." The young student pressed the locked door of the laboratory. If the dungeon plan fails, the lab will self-destruct.

At the corner of the street, Noel finished his self-transformation, took off his white gloves, and invisible threads danced behind him.

He raised his head and looked at the movement of the crowd, as if he could hear the voice in their souls:

"...Don't continue to be confused..."

"...Do not submit to the intruder..."

He closed his eyes, and complex circuits were intertwined and wrapped around each end of his arms, like an endless stream. His body, which had undergone profound transformation, "buzzed" and resonated together like a musical instrument.

He felt that everything in front of him was so interesting and yet so fragile.

Some things are illusory, and the warranty cannot be determined. Maybe people's efforts are like moths flying into the flame, but I think it is worth it.

Winter has always been long, but no matter how cold the climate is every year, people always hope that spring will come.

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At seven o'clock in the evening, the central control area of ​​Doomsday City.

Su Mingan's consciousness was a little blurry.

However, he knew that his acting skills were very successful. According to Xiaobi's information, the gods will definitely take him to the central control area after capturing him, and there are key clues in the central control area.

The gods were plotting against him, and he was plotting against the gods.

"His sense of resistance is very strong. I have never seen a human being who is so defensive against spiritual intrusion. His tenacity is almost comparable to yours...or even stronger."

He heard someone talking.

"If you want to forcefully brainwash him, it may destroy his intelligence and memory. Please provide the center with a new plan."