This Group of Players Are All Slimes

In just a few minutes, Uncle Killer's Ferrari was burnt to nothing but a skeleton.

The middle-aged man walked step by step in the air, and didn't stop until he stood on top of the black car.

He spread his hands, like a suffering saint in the air, praying to the god he worshiped in his own way.

After a while, he landed slowly, ignoring the firefighters rushing over to put out the fire, and came to the side of the road.

He took out his mobile phone, and he didn't dial the number, and the mobile phone connected automatically.

"My lord, I have completed the task."

"return."

"Aren't you happy for me? The enemy of our great god was burned to ashes by the fire of hell. This is a proof of the power of the god."

"Don't make me say it a second time, come back. The internet gods told me they had someone with a psionic weapon awaken."

Hearing this term, the middle-aged man's breathing stagnated.

Those who have awakened psionic powers are called awakened ones.

A wandering soul obtains psionic energy, uses this power from the heart to have a real dialogue with the world, and realizes that the whole world is virtual, a fact created with a large amount of memory.

Psychic weapons are the product of exerting the power of the mind to the limit. It is a power that even the bishop desires but cannot obtain.

The man felt his chest thumping, and mixed feelings of doubt and jealousy reverberated in his heart, making him feel his body was going cold.

"I'll be right back."

After hanging up the phone, the man stopped a taxi and said directly, "Go to the station."

Although the code can be used to transfer directly, but this behavior will consume his precious spiritual energy, so generally he will not use it lightly.

Closing his eyes, he planned to use this time to recover his spiritual energy, but he felt something was wrong right away.

The station is in the northern part of the urban area, but the scenery outside the car is obviously getting more and more desolate, and it is obvious that it has already driven to the suburbs.

He quickly pinched the driver's neck, but a sharp fruit knife came off the passenger seat and cut his arm in two.

With a cold expression, Li Lili wiped away the blood from the fruit knife, squinting his eyes and looking at the middle-aged man behind him.

With a muffled grunt, the middle-aged man wanted to continue to resist, when he heard a voice from his left side.

"I advise you not to resist."

Turning his head quickly, the middle-aged man found that he didn't know when a teenager was sitting beside him.

The other party looked at him with a smile, his eyes had wisdom that did not match his age, making him feel that what he was facing was not a teenager, but an adult.

After hesitating for a moment, the middle-aged man asked in a low voice: "Student Wang."

"It's me. Forget it, tell me to take off my clothes."

The car is still moving.

The killer uncle who was driving didn't dare to say a word, and didn't dare to ask a word.

He didn't even know how he escaped alive, how the one who took off his clothes disappeared and how he appeared, in short, he didn't know anything.

But he knew they were definitely not normal people.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man finally asked, "Are you guys from the real side?"

"It can be said that. Moreover, my spiritual weapon has finally been truly awakened. All-round thinking has allowed me to finally get through the restrictions imposed on me by this world, and my memory has also been revived."

Although he took off his clothes and answered very plainly, the middle-aged man was visibly excited.

He frantically watched taking off his clothes, and asked excitedly: "What is the real world like? Is the god of the Internet really the ruler there? There..."

"Don't ask, it's not as beautiful as you imagined. Compared with the outside world, this place is like heaven."

"But I still want to go! You can't understand this feeling, this feeling of suddenly finding yourself a virtual character. You know, after I awakened my psionic powers, I kept thinking about whether I had free will, my everything Are they all virtualized through code?

Am I me, or a bunch of codes made up of programs. "

"Is this question important?"

"Very important! Rather, I live to answer this question. Am I me, or a calculated code? Do I really exist? What is the meaning of our existence? Can you tell me!"

After taking off his clothes, he hesitated for a while, then logged into QQ, and found the disappearing hairline.

"Disappearing hairline, tell me what are you doing now besides lecturing?"

"...I didn't do anything!"

"Tell me the truth."

"...The artificial intelligence that the hacker said before gave me inspiration, so I designed a few more artificial intelligences. After adding the necessary ones, I used the environment here to design a virtual world. They can evolve according to the existing content, And think and experiment until I get the answer to the ultimate question I want. These codes can evolve by themselves, and I estimate that seventy years is enough for them to evolve to a suitable result."

"Then what is your ultimate question? Tell me quickly, there is a child here who is going to be dazed."

"...can you not tell me?"

"Look at your coy attitude, don't tell me that your ultimate problem is whether there is any cure for hair loss?"

"……Um. "

"...Don't think about it, just accept this fact."

"……Um."

Seeing that his eyes became clear again after taking off his clothes, the middle-aged man asked excitedly: "Did you just talk to the gods in the real world? Do you know the meaning of our existence?"

Looking at the other person's bald head, he took off his clothes and sighed: "Can you cure baldness?"

"Won't."

"Then does anyone around you know how to cure baldness?"

"No."

"Then your existence is basically meaningless."

The middle-aged man thought for a long time, and finally showed a look of sudden understanding: "You mean, the creator created us so that we can study how to treat hair loss?"

"Hmm. Well, I know the answer is a bit..."

"Great, so this is the meaning of our existence! Almighty God of the Internet, thank you for your gift, let us know the ultimate meaning of our existence. Treatment of hair loss, what a wonderful word! I want to contact the bishop, will This matter is written in our holy scriptures!"

He took off his clothes and looked at each other speechlessly.

In order to save his hairline, a great programmer with hair loss programmed a bunch of artificial intelligence and let them evolve by themselves to solve his hair loss problem.

And this group of artificial intelligences forgot their mission under the interference of evil things, and produced an Internet god to worship, thus establishing a sect of artificial intelligence.

No science fiction novel dares to adopt such a setting!

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