One hundred and eighty-five: It happened on that day

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It was a difficult time that you could not imagine and understand.

It's been a long time, but the immensity of the power behind this world is still searching for my whereabouts all the time—to be precise, it's not specifically for the purpose of searching for my whereabouts—it's just sorting out and removing traces of some special code sources that don't belong to this world. My guess is that this force has a large and sophisticated database, which enters the characteristics of many known data codes that have the potential to break the structure and rules of this world, and then uses this immense power to sweep away all the data codes in this world one by one. Any data code that is entered into the database can be destroyed as soon as it is discovered.

The characteristics of my data have already been entered into this database. As soon as the all-pervasive divine power discovers my traces, the deadliest obliterating force will follow.

Of course, I could always hide in the shadows of the data that would provide me with a shield, disguise myself, and let the ever-sweeping search force mistake me for something else and ignore my existence. However, if this is the case, I will have to stay here motionless, permanently embedded in this source world composed of only "0" and "1" in the form of a discarded digital form, unable to move, unable to speak, and even to avoid slightly more complicated thinking, because any abnormal movement of the data will expose my tracks, and I will have nothing to hide from the power of searching.

It's never what I want. I went to great lengths to completely destroy the hideout left for me by the elder Carlson, and risked the ashes to return to the continent of Falvi along that hidden passage, not just to be a piece of data garbage that didn't make any sense. If that were the case, I might as well stay in the miniature world that Carlson Sr. had created, where at least I could move freely in the form of a string of digits without fear of the destruction that might result from being exposed.

So, since the first second I came back into this world, I've been taking risks and gambling all the time. ** Throughout the tiny world that is one with me, dig out every bit of power from my body, and lay a lot of maze in the places that are thousands of miles away from the end of the world and close to me, and do my best to deal with the power of the grand rules that protect this world, and buy even the smallest bit of time for myself.

The great progress came on the thirty-sixth day after my return, and after thirty-six consecutive days of design, planning, and arrangement, the countless means I had set up in the Source World finally bought me a second, so that I could appear on the beach on the west shore of the Comet Sea in the form of a human warrior in the watch world, stepping barefoot on the wet and delicate sand, looking at the ethereal clouds, bathed in a red glow of the sunset.

I don't know how precious and beautiful it was, but I have almost forgotten how to feel the warmth of the red sun on my cheeks and the smooth flow of fresh air through my nose as I feel it as a human body. My eyes had never been as greedy as they had been for a second, and I couldn't take in every wave, not even blinking even when I looked directly at the sun, even though the evening still had some glare of sunlight piercing through my lens and casting a harsh red light on my eye membrane.

In that second, I had spent thirty-six days of agony — perhaps even more if I had managed to escape from that stone house world — and I had even risked the loss of my soul, and I would never have been left in this world again, not even a trace of what had been there. I gambled my time, my life, and the whole world I was fused with, just to be in this world for a second.

And, I would say, it's all worth it.

In a second, tears welled up in my eyes, just because this world is so beautiful

At different stages of a person's life, the concept of "freedom" also changes. When I was the old-fashioned gate guard, "freedom" meant having a soul and walking autonomously on the continent; When I am a person who is unwilling to accept the tragedy of this world and repeats it again and again, and wants to save those lives that are destined to perish, "freedom" means to get out of the rules of the world and change one's own destiny; When I became a student of the old troll Carlson, "freedom" meant peering into the origin of the world and smoothly entering and exiting the source world's data ocean; And when I am faced with the grandest and most irresistible obliteration of the world, "freedom" simply means being able to continue to live, to keep my soul and sanity.

Today, as a digital being, I am hidden in the shadows of countless data. For me, the concept of "freedom" is like drawing a circle, returning to what seemed to me the simplest starting point: walking on the earth in the form of a human being......

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I soon sensed the surging power of the world's rules, but I could hardly bear to leave—in fact, it was only because of my blink of an eye delay in that beautiful watch world that I lost almost half of my strength in the escape from the source world, and the power code that disrupted the flow of data to confuse my opponents was wiped out by the powerful obliteration power, and the moth-eating code with its copying and eroding power was also erased by it by more than eighty percent.

If it is not inappropriate to describe my miserable situation when I was stripped of all my skin, I almost escaped from the butcher's knife of obliteration by dragging my intestines.

It took sixty-four days to fix itself, and it was a secretive and lengthy process. With my understanding of the rules of the world, it's not hard to reweave those codes. But the difficulty is to hide the rewoven codes under the constant scanning of the world's might, and then merge them into my body bit by bit. Because it obliterates both of my abilities while keeping their code features in its own database, I had to change dozens of methods to hide them when reweaving them.

In the process, I even created a new kind of coding rules, which are different from the complex and gorgeous coding principles of the world of the Falvi continent, and also different from the simple and rigid rules of the small stone house world. It's a kind of rule in between, with my own personal style.

Although it is simple, although it is small, although it is only an expedient measure forced to hide its tracks, it is after all the law of the world that I created by myself, and it is the most basic and high-end thing that I have created in this digital world, which can exist as a cornerstone of the world.

In fact, when I first came into contact with some of the superficial knowledge of the Source World, I thought that this was a world-creating ability that only the Supreme God could possess. So, in a sense, at this moment, I have reached out into the realm of the Most High God, becoming a whole new god in this world.

A god who has been cornered, who is constantly surviving with scoundrel methods such as fishing in troubled waters and shedding the shell of golden cicadas, and who is difficult to even look at the world, the most embarrassed, the most panicked, the most miserable, and the weakest god in history.

And that's not the hardest part.

What is difficult is my hopeless desire for the watch world. I longed for the sun, for the moon, for the stars, for all the light of this world to shine on me, to change colors, to shoot into my eyes; I longed for the wind, for the clouds, for the rain, for the snow, for the blessings bestowed on the world by the goddess of nature, for the change of time and the change of seasons; I longed for the gravel, for the rocks, for the earth, for all the building blocks of this solid continent, and for walking reverently on my feet......

A second of enjoyment in the watch world overwhelmed my endurance against the endless sea of data, and every second here became more like an ordeal. I know that I don't belong here, even if I am a digital being, even if I can understand the rules of this world, and even if maybe one day I can completely control and control the world—just as I have completely mastered and controlled the little stone house world that Carlson Sr. created—I still don't belong here.

Belonging to the world where the sun and the moon rotate and the seasons alternate, I still have the soul of an ordinary human warrior, and only by walking on the solid ground, bathed in bright light, and facing the vivid world, can I satisfy the needs of my soul.

Even though I know that the Source World and the Surface World are one, I still stubbornly regard the Surface World as my only homeland, as the place I must "return".

Knowing that homesickness is a disease, it makes people attached to addiction in the pain of being far away.

It took fifty-four days to lay out a game again, and the power of the world's rules was thrown into a great chaos, and I used the time it had no time to reappear in the watch world. This time, I appeared in an empty thatched hut in a border town, and through the narrow door, I saw three or five level 20 level air waders patrolling the door, busy looking for the original residents of the town who had sent out tasks.

At one point, I held out for three seconds.

It's almost time to celebrate the victory. This tremendous accomplishment leads me to believe that if I work hard enough, if I work hard enough, if I spend enough time laying down enough traps of rules, I might one day win an hour, a whole day, or even more in the watch world. Maybe as I get more familiar with the rules, I can spend less time laying out and more free time.

And my opponent, the enemy with the most powerful and cruel weapons in the world, the rules that make up the origin of this world were adjusted accordingly in the near future.

Perhaps the supercomputer named "Daremoth" has sensed my presence—or perhaps it is not, but the powerful people who operate it—and in short, the forces that uphold the rules of the world are beginning to change.

After a dark spell and the world woke up again, I found that the forces of surveillance and search became more frequent, and the world code was more carefully compared. Many of the attention-grabbing disguises I had placed in them lost their usefulness overnight.

, the timing of each appearance of this search power has also become irregular, and it no longer scans the entire world on a regular basis, but appears randomly for a certain period of time. The difference may be only a second or two, or it may be five or six seconds, and for those Skywader players, they may not even notice the difference, but for me, the unpredictable appearance of this power, even a microsecond difference, can lead to my worst end.

At the same time, another search force has emerged in this world of Shanghai. It was a whole new power, smaller, faster, and less imperceptible. It doesn't have the same search power as it used to be, with a huge data comparison system that has to sift through tens of millions of violating codes one by one. It has very few things to search for, only one thing, and the goal is clear, that is

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Yes, this is a search force dedicated to finding me, and its presence proves that my enemies have discovered my presence. Thankfully, it only had my previous source samples for searching and comparison, and now that I've gotten over the world of Little Stone House, the internal source structure has changed dramatically, and it's very different from before. Even if it's something similar to before, I'm more than capable of tweaking and changing. As a result, this change, which was designed specifically for me, essentially lost its usefulness from the start.

The latter change comes from that power of destruction and obliteration. The rule power of the World Origin seemed to be worried that it would not be able to truly eliminate me by the original means, so it further enhanced the effect of this obliterating power. This power is no longer directed at a specific thing, but expands the object to a vast extent. Within this range, all the primordial matter that belongs to this world, whether human or thing, will be completely shattered and destroyed, and then reshaped.

That is to say, in the past, this power could only wipe out me alone, but now, in order to destroy me more completely, to prevent me from hiding under the slaughter of this obliterating power, they did not hesitate to completely destroy a city and then rebuild it.

Some of the changes have bothered me greatly, especially the first one, which has made the timing of my appearance in the world in human form unpredictable. Even if I had been fully prepared and had laid out enough puzzles, I would no longer be able to arrange a timetable for walking through the surface world, for I would not know when and in what form the search would reappear, and I would not be able to take appropriate measures to conceal it.

Make every one of my mortal walks full of unknown risks – the self-proclaimed god of adventure, Jeff Ritz. Kidd said. Although I am the god of adventure, you adventurers better not worship me, let alone expect me to grant you good luck and courage, because at the moment, I am afraid that I am not enough of these things, not to mention that my god of adventure may be much shorter than you.

Even though the future was full of unknown givings, they still couldn't organize my strong desire for the world of the table, which was the meaning of my life on the way home. I'm still stubbornly incarnating again and again, just for the sake of those few seconds of down-to-earth feeling. Campunavian City, Uzig Mountains, Sacred Fox Heights, Jewel Flower Plains...... One by one, the names that I once knew so well were retaken into my eyes, and I was simply annoyed that I could not miss this indescribable beauty of the world in the long years of adventure before. Once again, I even summoned my mount again before I arrived, and the healthy horse named "Mountain Snow" stood quietly beside me, gently licking my palm, as if I had been an ordinary adventurer.

Perhaps this is how my life will go on, and one day it will end in my never-ending hide-and-seek with the forces of the rules of the world. I'll trade dozens of days of hustle and bustle for a few seconds—maybe longer—of good time, and take every opportunity to relive the best things in the watch world.

In fact, such a day was enough joy for me, and everything else, for me at this time, was just a pure luxury.

If I hadn't chosen that city to settle in, if the search had not been so coincidental to find it, if none of this had happened, I would still be a laid-back, useless digital ghost in this world, playing tricks that never stop coming and going.

And, after all, all this still happened, and it happened on this day.

It's the seventeenth day since I returned to the continent of Falvi...

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