One hundred and eighty-one: The last second flashed

"You're saying it's all fake?" I looked at Xian Ge Yayi in disbelief and said incoherently, "This world? Including this boat? This ...... of the sea," I pounded hard against the deck of the ship—a deck so hard, rough, so real—"including this piece of wood? They are all ...... It's all ...... It's all the one you said...... Net ......"

"Online games: Yes, both." Xian Ge Yayi nodded and said. His expression looked a little difficult, and it must have been difficult for him to say this to me. What he said struck me as incredible, but I couldn't see a trace of falsehood on his face.

From the moment GM007 left, I noticed that there was once again an irreversible countdown of five minutes in the endless digital hidden in the source world. Judging by what happened before, this may be the last five minutes of my time in this world.

But I didn't want to spend the last five minutes hugging my friends, crying, and tearing goodbye. In reality, even though all of this is happening in front of my eyes without veiling it, I still don't know anything about it. I know that my existence is probably an unacceptable contingency, that my soul is born with an indelible original sin, and that my life cannot be found in the most noble and noble laws—but what is that? And for what? I was completely confused.

In the last moments of my life, the world gave me an important answer, and to my dismay, it forgot to ask the question.

I don't want to die with an answer for some reason, even though it makes little sense to me. But a certain stubborn and powerful curiosity drove me to get to the bottom of the problem, and in the words of my friends who were involved in the air, I "wanted to be a ghost even if I was a ghost."

My friends told me in the briefest words what was going on behind this, and it was a huge secret that surprised me beyond measure. You're not going to believe it all — oh hell, who else would believe if you didn't? In reality, you know all this to the point where you know all this, and I am the only one who has been born into this world by an accident and has reached the soul - presumably plus the old troll man Carlson - who is kept in the dark, unaware of the truth of everything.

They told me that the whole continent of Falvi was not a real world, never had been. It all comes from some fictional lore, and a company called "Daremoth" has created this majestic world, these ancient and great civilizations, through some kind of technology—the ability to create it all in the source world from a combination of "0" and "1" characters.

And they were created only to provide a place of amusement for those who have been involved in the space, the real beings who have been projected into the world through another wonderful technological prize.

It's no wonder they always call themselves "players", as they come here for leisure and fun. The ferocious beasts, the great wars, the tribal hatred, the reciprocal slaughter...... All this is just to give these people an environment to play and have fun, to give them the opportunity to play another life, to kill, to vent, to decompress in an inconsequential world...... That's all.

Yes, it doesn't matter, this is the truth of this world, it's like a man-made hunting ground for those noble lords to gallop and slaughter, showing martial might. And those who come from the real world are God's chosen aristocrats, born with privileges in this world.

No, I was wrong. They are not God's chosen nobles, because even God was created by them. Darimoth, the Supreme God, in that only real world, was the name of a company — it took a lot of effort for Fei Yin to make me understand that the so-called "company" was more or less a larger bakery — and the name of a supercomputer. Although this supercomputer is not as powerful as the supercomputer of its namesake 7,000 years later, it still has the ability to map such a near-real world and ensure that it will work for a long time.

On the contrary, I, a small, insignificant warrior in this world, am the closest existence to the supercomputer seven thousand years later, born a fresh soul out of all the dull and cold order, and have the ability to think and act freely - this is the most bizarre, the most wonderful and the most incredible thing in their opinion.

And what about their world? What about the world that they call "the only real thing"? What does it look like?

The answer is not unfamiliar.

That's the world Carlson Sr. had glimpsed before he died, the world where only humans lived as intelligent beings, the world where steel roared and flesh and blood roared. The human beings of that world are so fragile that few of them possess the simplest combat skills, and most of them have never been engaged in combat in their entire lives; And the humans of that world are so clever that they have created countless crazy technologies with unimaginable intelligence, so much so that they can create a world out of nothingness, create countless beings, and create those sublime and unpredictable beings.

Yes, that's the truth of all this. I, an illusory human being born out of data, have real perception, a free soul, and they are worried and scared because of this, afraid that I will come out of this illusory world and face the real world they live in, and hurt them.

Because they are afraid of me, they destroy me, and this is what the people out there who control the whole world are doing. Sometimes it's really an irony that the more you think about it, the more interesting it is: the more powerful, powerful, and on top of the world, the more easily they are afraid and cowardly. Only by using the power in their hands to destroy everything that they have no control can they feel safe.

On the contrary, those who are at the bottom of the world, those who are the most ordinary and humble, they are more and more afraid to open their hearts and accept some different lives and souls from themselves, just like these guys who are with me now.

Yes, that's an irony. Great men are small because they are great, but mediocre people are noble because they are mediocre; The powerful are weak because of the mighty, and the humble are strong because of the lowly; The wise are foolish because they are wise, but the dull are wise because they are dull.

Because those mediocre, lowly, dull beings will not and do not have the opportunity to judge arbitrarily, to be eager to deny each other, to seek security by showing their strength.

They prefer to know through contact, to feel through understanding, to understand through personal feelings, and then to get used to natural acceptance—and that's why they believe in me, support me, and accept this strange life of mine as a friend.

We only had five minutes, which wasn't enough for them to tell me all the details of their world, but it was enough — much more than I had expected.

When I know everything I want to know, I don't have much time left in this world. My friends are also aware of this, and their faces are full of sorrow and pity. On the contrary, I didn't have that feeling of parting despair myself—I guess it was because the truth behind it was so big and heavy that I couldn't hold anything more than surprise.

I looked at the timer hidden in the source world, and there was probably less than a minute left. It dawned on me that it was time for me to say goodbye to my friends.

I hugged them one by one: Niu Million, the most timid minotaur, the most easily lost adventurer, the most unreliable paladin, the first wader I met after I became self-aware, and I still can't forget the appearance of being chased by a group of hens. As a comrade-in-arms, he will always be the most unqualified one on the battlefield, but as a partner, everyone lacks a hearty and optimistic friend like him......

String Song Yayi, a super myopic elf shooter, afraid of heights, fear of water, motion sickness, seasickness...... Poor worms with abnormal conditions in almost any situation. I was constantly sorry to make his glasses so ugly, and I used to think about making a new pair for him, and retouching it well, but the huge amount of work involved in making the glass and polishing the lenses always made me too lazy to do it. If there's still a chance......

The Yangtze River Delta, the longbow shoots the sun, a pair of rivals who will quarrel wherever they go, and they are also the most trusted and relied on friends between each other. They can always find some noisy joy in complaining about each other, and this joy belongs not only to them, but also to us as bystanders. I can't imagine how dull and boring many adventures would have been without them – and I must say that if you don't have the warmest hug with the Yangtze River Delta, you'll never know how fat he really is......

The geese, the elven animal tamer with all sorts of quirks that used to make me miserable, and honestly I used to resent her quirks, but now I know that she just uses her methods to find the joy of the game - they are. Here, they're just trying to be who they want to be, and that's all life is for me......

And then there's the Red Wolf, the master of the Dark Elves' thefts, who is still often attacked and killed inexplicably because of his own race and faction conflicts......

There's also Nocturne in B-flat minor, a dwarf bard whose war songs are completely different from those of other bards, and always quirky and groggy......

I don't know what has sustained him in this world until now despite such a difficult situation, but whatever it is, what we can be sure of is that there is always something that attracts him and makes him reluctant to leave in a world that seems to him to be so fast that the beat is always going to leave him......

Well...... By the way, why do I know all the weird guys?

Oh, and I missed one more. Feyin, our Elder, was standing alone in the stern of the boat, looking like she was avoiding me.

"Grown, I'm going offline......" I whispered as I walked over to her back.

Her body shuddered quietly, but she didn't look back.

"What, don't you want to say goodbye to me?" I asked, stretching out my hands and pretending to be relaxed.

She finally turned around.

"Jeff...... Right...... I'm sorry......" she whispered, hanging her head.

"Excuse me? Why? "This sudden apology left me baffled.

"Because ......," she said, sobbing, "...... Because I sent the message to the GM, I exposed your whereabouts, I made them notice you, and I ......"

"I'm sorry, I hurt you" She suddenly jumped up and hugged me tightly, crying loudly, but there were no tears on her face.

I know that for those of them who set the void, tears are just pre-set expression tools in their programs, and no tears doesn't mean no sobs. I believe that now, outside of this world, on the face of the beautiful girl who connected her soul into this world with some kind of device, there were probably tears streaming down her face.

"It's not your fault......" I quietly patted her on the shoulder, "...... We don't know about it, and we can't think of it. Even if it's not this time, next time, next time, they'll find out about me, and it won't change anything. ”

"Actually, I should be glad I did, you know? At least when I'm gone, it's much better than I thought I could have been with so many friends and prove that I really existed......"

"If you still feel sorry for me......" I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards me, trying to make my face smile...... Then take this opportunity to knock them hard, and it should all be revenge for me, okay? ”

"I promise......" Fei Yin replied dupliously as she stared into my eyes, sobbing, "...... I'm going to knock these bastards to the point where I can't even get the *** left......"

I never knew it would be so hard to keep the corners of my mouth in such a quietly upturned position, and it would take almost all my strength to do so.

"This is the elder I know......"

In the middle of the vast Source World, there are only five seconds left on the timer that heralds the end of the world's complete darkness.

In the world, the pirate ship Golden Rose faces the sunset in the west, overcoming obstacles. The sky was full of red clouds, dyeing the vast world with a touch of fiery color.

I turned my head again, and the faces of these friends who had accompanied me along the way were firmly imprinted in my eyes and in my mind.

They are my companions in life and death, my comrades who fight side by side, no matter where I go, no matter what happens to me, I have nothing to fear with them - even if it's just memories.

Three, two, one, the bell of fate turns inexorably to the end. Look at it again, this world, so real, so lovely. Although it is made of digital stacks, who can say that this world does not really exist?

The last second flashed .........