One hundred and eighty-four: Becoming a god and returning home

Ever since I was dragged into this tiny world, I have never thought about leaving. I was a being who was not tolerated by the world, and with the help of the bequest of the departed Carlson Sr., I was lucky enough to escape from the world's most fundamental obliteration power, and survived in this humble but strong last bastion - I knew very well that I was not qualified to hope for anything more.

However, after forcing myself to give up to despair, give up to despair, and even paralyze into despair, I still can't force myself not to reminisce, to recall the endless blue sea and blue sky, those majestic mountains and peaks, and the magnificent and majestic world on the continent of Falvi.

And the life there—those beautiful, varied, intelligent, dexterous beings. Under their embellishment, every corner of that world is full of vitality, so that people will face their next second of life with hope and enthusiasm every time the sun rises and every time the world is lit up.

Yes, you could say that it was a false world, a pastime that was built up by a group of humans with digital tools, but for me, for a digital being like me, who used this digital tool to create a body and soul, it was a world, a real world, a world that carried my countless wishes, countless memories, and countless dreams.

Moreover, even for the creators of that world, and for the true "humans" who have traveled and adventured in that world, that world is not without merit and insignificance. There, they found another life, made friends, and even found a partner with whom they could live.

For me, those friends, those friends who have been with me on countless adventures and countless swords and shadows, are also the ones I have never forgotten for a moment.

However, protected and imprisoned in such a closed world by such a mysterious hut, I can only bury all these things deep in my heart, and prevent them from coming out from time to time, disturbing my memories and stinging my heart. I forced myself to accept the reality that it was over, that everything I was now, that I was just a soul who was about to face eternal loneliness, and that I had said goodbye to my former homeland and my old life forever.

As I put all my energy and mind into wrestling with the rules and secrets of this world, I thought I was really completely dead, leaving everything in the past behind and never to be disturbed and disturbed by them again. I have been able not to remember, not to think, not to miss, and I can no longer be coerced by all that good thing to force me to collapse and go crazy in this bare world where there is nothing.

However, when the last and greatest secret of the world, which is wrapped and protected by all its powers, is completely exposed to me, I know that I am wrong—there are things in this world that we can never forget, and even if we know that we have obtained them, we will always remember, desire, and pursue them in our hearts.

It has become a part of our lives and can never be separated again......

Clearing the last fog of the world, I was presented with a huge, strange program that I had never seen before. I don't know how to comment to you, but if you use an analogy with our most common things, it's both like a passage and a hook. As a result of it, the tiny world I live in is secretly connected to another large world, and some data from that other world is secretly and endlessly flowing back and forth in this channel, but it will not affect this world in the slightest. This small world is like being hung by a hook under another big world, they are relatively **, but they are interconnected.

Judging from the data of what comes and goes, the big world that is carried by this small world is my hometown, the haunting Falvi continent

Old Carlson, you blue-skinned troll old man, what are you asking me to say about you? You tell me how dangerous that world is, how powerful those forces are, and once you touch them and are aware of them, you can't go back to that world again.

But you said it a thousand times and ten thousand times, and in the end, you still left me a way back. You also wish I could go back one day, don't you? You don't know everything, but you don't want a free soul born out of the world to live in bondage and closure forever, do you? You don't want to just succumb and be forever shut out of the world that gave birth to us, do you?

Or do you know that I will not resign myself to the fate of banishment, that I would rather face the danger of destruction than accept such injustice?

You have given me a choice, and you have given me a chance, a chance to change my destiny – a chance to change the destiny of a life like "us".

You've given me the rules to survive in that world: the turbulence of data that disrupts your target, the digital moth that slows down your attack, the puppet that sets up a suspicious array, and the instant shift that escapes...... And the final blow of the whole world, to be freed alive is the ultimate obliteration force on the continent of Falvi - you have to use this method to verify the results of my training, and also let me know what to do if I encounter such an attack in the future.

All of this you expected, like a father, while protecting his child under his wing, also set a backpack for him to travel far.

This is the last and most precious gift you left me, and it is also the last exercise session you left me......

As my mind flowed, the broken data in this world began to decompose and re-display itself, but unlike before, it did not revert back to its previous state, but was constantly compressed, compressed, and re-compressed. It's an interesting process, like a blank sheet of paper that fills the entire tabletop and folds it again and again to fit into a tiny pocket.

When that data was compressed beyond measure, I waved my hand, and a row of data streams erupted like never before in this world. This is the first time I have succeeded in making something in this world that it has never seen before, and ironically, it will be the creation that will completely change and end the world.

The data stream surrounds the compressed data package, and some pervasive data jumps around the package, looking for some digital port to connect to. When they discover the port, some other data will create a channel between the port and my body, connecting the package to my body.

The spectacle happened, and the data was like food that had been eaten into my stomach, slowly digested and absorbed by me, and gradually became a part of my data body. In a source world full of infinite data, I didn't get bigger, but the whole structure changed in two diametrically opposed ways:

On the one hand, my body follows the principles of the formation of this world, and is transformed by a simple and powerful structure that is at the same time very strong, and my reaction speed and movement ability in the source world have become more indirect, swift and effective, eliminating some flashy things from the data sources of the world on the continent of Falvi;

On the other hand, the structure of my body has become paradoxically further complex at the same time, and many codes representing abilities that I did not have before are now closely connected to my body, like my sword, shield, armor, helmet, combat boots, and all kinds of accessories in the source world, which have become my weapons and armor in the source world. I've never been stronger in a world of simple numbers

The whole process of transformation lasted about half an hour. When the last character merges with me, the spectacle happens: I am intimately connected to the world — not a good word, but the best way to say it is: I became the whole world, and the world became me. In this relatively **, closed and strict world, I am everything. I am everywhere, omnipresent, ever-changing, omnipotent......

I was able to make and change the rules by which the whole world worked, which meant that I became a "god" - you know what? I became the "god" of this tiny world

It was a wonderful feeling to the extreme, an all-knowing and all-powerful state. I'm wandering in an endless ocean of data, but everywhere I look, I see a part of myself; Even in the world outside of my gaze, there is still no one else. Although I have become very large, I know every character change in this world.

The only thing that wasn't incorporated into my body was the channel. Because the other end of it is connected to the world of Falvi, once I merge it into my body, it will be completely exposed, and the destructive force will invade this small world in an instant. Although I have some ways to escape from it, it is impossible for me to find a place when it uses the whole world in which I live as an object of obliteration.

The only way I could go through that passage was to the wider world of the continent of Falvi. Only there will that power have some scruples and restraints, and will not completely return everything at all costs, and only then will I have the opportunity to hide and escape.

On the other hand, if I incorporate that channel into my body, it becomes a part of myself. In a general sense, how can one go through one's own way to another place? Because I have to keep that channel intact and **.

Just because the channel doesn't mean it's out of my control. When I had everything ready, I started to control the channel, sifting through and cutting out the redundant data coming and going from it, and weeding out the unnecessary stuff to maximize the capacity of the channel.

When I was done with all this, I took one last look at the passage. It is like a golden road to heaven that escapes out of nothingness, and the feet of the self pave to the end of this world, to the beginning of another world. In reality, its mission is to transport an entire world to another in an instant, and what worries me most is that I don't know if it's spacious enough to transport me completely before the destructive forces of that world can react.

It was a gamble, but I had no choice. If I succeed, I will face an unprecedented crisis and endless hunting; If I fail, I'll be left with nothing to – it doesn't sound good.

But if I don't try, what's the point of my existence?

I sighed softly, put all distractions out of my mind, and quietly walked on the way home.

The moment I entered this passage, it had changed dramatically. I could feel the data that had been coming along this aisle suddenly becoming sensitive and suspicious, and they were sneaking around me, as if trying to figure out what and what I wanted to do as a behemoth that suddenly appeared on the data highway.

At the same time, at the other end of the passage, I could sense some dangerous forces watching over me. I guess due to the chaos of the data flow, they have become aware of the anomaly of this channel, and it will take some time for them to analyze and discern this channel. Once it is determined that the existence of this passage is not permitted by the laws of the world, it will be completely obliterated. And I, who am in it, will also turn into nothingness with it.

When I say "they need some time," I don't mean they're going to sit around a table and have a meeting with two ales to study it. In reality, this "some time" will not exceed a second, or even less.

I traversed this passage at almost the speed of light, and the time I didn't even blink an eye was now so long for me in the state of the data. As I entered, the tiny world connected to another section of the passage collapsed, accelerating the danger of the passage. At this point, I had no choice but to turn my whole body into a torrent of data, rushing in panic and rapidity. At this point, I didn't bother to hide my tracks, and the sneaky data that came to spy on me was shredded by me and thrown aside. Even if it was the necessary data, I waved it all out, because I wanted to ensure the maximum amount of passage through this channel, and reduce the time I traveled by microseconds by microseconds.

After all, the exit of this passage is within reach. But at the same time, I felt the power of destruction coming to me. It swept in with irresistible momentum, and the target was precisely the port of this channel.

My body had passed about a third of the way before it arrived, and with a wave of my hand, I threw tens of millions of data turbulences that wrenched the entire exit of the passage to pieces. The exit of the passage that was close in front of him was suddenly traced, and even the unrivaled power of destruction was at a loss for an instant.

But this tiny trap didn't stop it for long, and in a unit of time ten thousand times smaller than the blink of an eye, it had readjusted its strategy and slaughtered it with great vigour. It no longer searched for it, but obliterated it along the way, erasing all the data in its path, and then re-establishing order in its wake. Vast expanses of data turbulence were powerless under its butcher's knife and returned to nothingness.

This is a completely overwhelming strategic advantage, and in this world, the power that that majestic force of destruction can wield is far beyond the reach of anything. Even with the cover of data turbulence, the exit of that channel did not last long. In the blink of an eye, it had been reduced to powder under absolute power and ceased to exist.

After making sure that his target had been completely destroyed, the destructive force stopped searching and patrolling the area, and vanished in an instant.

Unbeknownst to it, as it mercilessly crushed the turbulence of data, another string of data that seemed familiar to it had deceived its search, quietly hiding beneath the shadow of a bush, motionless as it watched the merciless slaughter of the source world.

That's me, warrior Jeff Ritz. Kidd, a soulful being formed by digital. I broke free from my shackles and set foot on the continent that gave birth to me and raised me again.

Looking into the distance, the sky is blue and the clouds are blue, the sun is warm and the flowers are fragrant, and there is an endless world .......