One hundred and eighty-seven: the most helpless corner of the world

In the vast ocean of data, a deadly frenzy is coming towards me at an unimaginable speed. Shocked by its power, every character in this majestic digital world flickered in fear, struggled desperately, and leaped in despair, as if they were aware of the desperate situation they were about to face, but still trying to break free from the obliterated fate.

The desire to survive made me huddle in the shadows of my data and shiver. A teleportation channel has opened around me that allows me to teleport to a safe area, and with a single thought, not even a fraction of a second, I can escape from this terrifying place. For a moment, I was almost determined to do so—I had even thrown three-quarters of my whole body into this passage, and with a little more determination, I was able to get out of this danger and go to a safe place that I had arranged beforehand.

But when I looked at the data area Marianne was in for the last time, discerning her serene, unaware and beautiful face from the beating shifts in the data, I changed my mind.

Because all of a sudden: I can't go

I can't go, I can't let go of the catastrophe that I caused because I couldn't bear the ** in my heart for a while.

I can't go, I can't leave without incident, in the name of "love", to bring a devastating fate to everything I love.

I can't go, because people are "people" because they will encounter many things in their lives that are more important and cherished than their lives, and if I run away from here, I will lose them all because of the cowardice of survival, and I don't know where I can still identify as a "person" with a complete soul.

I can't go, because if I am cowardly, cowardly, disappointed, and cowering in the face of such a choice, from then on, I can only "exist" and no longer "live".

In this world, I have to cherish and protect, that is the meaning of my existence here. If I could only huddle in the corner of the ocean of data, watching the power of the world destroy everything I could cherish and love, and do nothing, then what was the point of my existence?

If I run away here today, and forsake what I cannot abandon, then I will be cowardly to give away all that I hold dear somewhere.

If I run away at this point, it will be the beginning of a never-ending escape, and I will eventually lose everything I can lose, and eventually become nothing, a soulless and homeless ghost in the data world.

Yes, the world is endless, the data is like a tide, although my body has nowhere to go, but my soul has no way to go after all.

How can you withdraw from a world that has nothing to do with you?

If you can't go back, you won't be able to go back

I crossed my heart and instantly inserted the stream of data straight into the front of the city of Campunavia. There will be no one, on a clear afternoon, in a plain full of birds and flowers, when all living beings are enjoying a quiet and peaceful time, behind all this, in the endless digital world, a desperate offensive and defensive battle is unfolding. Attacking this is the supreme authority and irresistible rules of this world, which has the power to create and maintain the normal functioning of the whole world, and in a sense, the world can only be counted as a part of it.

On the defensive side of this battle, there was only one man, and that was me—I was the only commander and soldier, and on this line of defense, there was no companion to fight side by side, and it was impossible to wait for reinforcements from afar.

I confronted the surging force of obliteration, and the yin* mechanisms that had been placed before were still entangled with it, but in front of it, these tricks could only attract attention for a short time, and a very short delay of a star and a half, but there was no way to resist it.

I reached through the thousands of streams of data, casting them into a thousand shields with the strongest structure I could imagine, layered in front of that mighty force. However, in the face of the power of nothingness that obliterates everything, the word "solid" is meaningless. In the blink of an eye, the thousands of layers of giant shields were engulfed by that terrible frenzy, and not even the tiniest data bubble froze.

I struggled to stir up the vast stream of data around me, throwing out more and more confusing data fog in the hope that it would continue to help me delay the destructive force for a while, and trying to create some powerful slicing programs that would try to strip that power away little by little.

Where the data flickered, the raging tide that represented that power was only slightly damaged, and the simple fields that were stripped from it were all harmless, and before they even had time to become completely independent data fragments, they had been swallowed up by it again and turned into nothingness. At the same time, the sharp scolding that cut into its body disappeared in the blink of an eye, and did not play any effective role.

In another second, I managed to set up far fewer baits than it had broken. At this rate, it will take at most another 4.35 seconds for the decoy data I set up to be completely destroyed by it, and that is when I will face this devastating force.

However, in this battle where the difference in strength is unimaginable, I am not without an advantage. Although my strength is so weak that my opponent can almost completely ignore it, I have more freedom to choose different ways to try it compared to my opponent's cookie-and-millennium "search-track-erase-rebuild" combat process.

In this digitally stacked source world, I swung my giant palm to stir up turbid data vortices, and then let these huge and disordered vortices swallow each other and stir up the entire data space.

Unprecedented chaos was generated in this source world, and the original data was disrupted, and even affected some minor phenomena in the watch world: at this moment, a space with a radius of thousands of feet was dialed back by 0.5 seconds, and a total of thirty-seven air waders who visited it shot out abnormal critical hits, three data text messages were shattered in the turbulence, and two became unrecognizable garbled characters......

But all this was quickly quelled. The sheer superiority of power made this void force not have to react to my temptation, it crushed directly without even looking at it, and there was no room for this chaotic turbulence to be shattered, and then wiped out piece by piece.

Strictly speaking, this can no longer be counted as a battle, but a war of unprecedented proportions. In the face of this war, the meaning of quantity is greatly distorted. Every confrontation is a magnificent surge of hundreds of millions of data; Every confrontation only takes place in a fraction of a second. Those endless data are our cities, our swordsmen, our warriors, and our battlefields.

There are no bodies, no blood, no wreckage, and the cruel thing about this war is that it leaves no trace. There is no such thing as a "great sacrifice" here, because all sacrifices are meaningless; There is no such thing as "heroic bravery" here, because for those soulless data, they only know what obedience is, and they do not know what courage is. Here, the definition of war has been rewritten, and the huge waves of data have swallowed each other upside down, and even a microsecond of superiority and inferiority can lead to billions of losses.

I threw out the moths that sucked the power of the world's origins—not at the vain force, but in all directions. At the same time as throwing these moths, I also programmed them with a new ability, that is, all the source power they absorbed wherever they went would be used by me, providing me with faster computing and writing capabilities.

In order to better distinguish friend from foe, I let the data part of the ** charge be displayed in red. As I threw out these greedy moths, the areas indicated by the red code grew larger and larger - of course, the red parts were as small as a bubble in the ocean compared to my opponent's green areas. However, this little bit of red represents a kind of determination and determination, which means that from this moment on, I officially raised the banner of my struggle alone, no longer hiding, no longer fleeing, but officially declaring my existence to the world that has condemned me to be illegal

This may be the first voice of resistance since the birth of this world, and the only way I can use all my strength to declare my existence.

With the help of these red zones that I occupy, I immediately felt my abilities grow exponentially. I threw the bait faster, and there were more ways to think and common sense at the same time. I've even programmed the baits to make them more stealthy and able to simply change and move as their surroundings change, rather than being stupidly stuck in place, waiting to be obliterated.

The occupied red zone allowed me to earn more respite. Although the decoy was still broken at a faster rate than I had set, the gap between the two had narrowed considerably. I've won almost a second more—even if I'm destined to be unable to resist the obliteration of the void, I, it's going to be the most spectacular and mighty second you can imagine.

However, the good times did not last long, and soon I was alone, and another force appeared on this battlefield. It wasn't such a powerful divine power, and it didn't do me any damage. But what I hated was that it seemed to be a special tool for dealing with those moths, and from the moment it landed, it was like a ghost everywhere to extinguish the fire I had spilled, and it was overwhelmingly fast. Sometimes the moths I threw were picked up before they hit the ground, and they killed them. Wherever it passed, the green wave reopened, and now it seemed to me as ferocious as the pupils of a wolf hiding in the darkness, as if countless beasts were hiding behind the data, ready to leap out and tear me to pieces and devour me clean.

The force of obliteration was approaching, and I could already hear the bell of destruction ringing in my ears.

I fluttered in desperation as I could influence all the data I could get my hands on, dancing frantically. The data is changing wildly, and I don't know how much turmoil and chaos it has caused in the watch world. But even at this point, I'm still trying to pull all the data related to Campnavia out of this vortex, and keep them from being influenced by me. Hopefully, when I'm destroyed, the void power of destruction will be satisfied, and I won't try to destroy this innocent city anymore.

Even in the Source World, a few seconds can go by quickly for a desperate person. In the blink of an eye, the irresistible force of obliteration had rushed in front of me.

The moment it approached, I roared in rage, turning the fragments of my body into the furiest blades and shooting out in all directions. The moment I was shattered, the power swooped up, completely reducing my body to nothing.

The world fell silent.

……

You? This was supposed to be the end of the story. And if that were the case, the story would cease to exist. I will not have a chance to tell you about it, so I have been utterly ruined before then.

The reason why you are still able to see this story is purely a coincidence—a coincidence that even I can't happen.

I have already told you that in the moment when I was completely engulfed by the power of nothingness, my body was torn apart, turned into fragments of the Dao, and scattered in all directions—what should have been meaningless projectiles, but only the last moment of my life's self-defeating outburst.

Moreover, most of my fragments were swallowed up by the power of nothingness.

But as it happens, one slice escaped – there may be more than one, but the only one that really makes sense. The reason why it was able to dodge, I guess, is probably because of this:

That void force that obliterates everything is aimed at the existence of "me". When I completely disintegrated, it meant that the "I" at that time no longer existed, and at the same time, it devoured and obliterated most of the "me", so I guess at that moment, it must have thought that it had completed its mission, so it stopped following up. However, you, the flying fragments that I turned into are meaningless, but they also have a sequence. I guess the scattered pieces were out of luck, and by the time they shot away, the force had already called it a day.

Fortunately, this is not a kind of divine power that is dead-eyed, and it actually understands such a profound life principle as "success and retirement". If it doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, whether it completes the task or not, and has to erase and rewrite a huge area around it, then I will not have a chance to recover again.

If that's all I do, the parts I've shot out of my flight will become meaningless data fragments in this ocean of data, either cleaned up by the rules of this world, or drifted to a distant place in the middle of nowhere, until the next world reboots to be deleted.

Luckily, however, this piece of mine fell into an area where the moths I had thrown out.

It stands to reason that the area occupied by the moths I threw should have been red, and they were all extinguished by my enemies, but strangely enough, this area was not. Although it was thrown by me, in the big scuffle just now, the channel of contact with me was shattered, so that it could not be activated. As a result, it was also half-dead and turned into a piece of discarded and harmless data, evading the search just now.

It was the flying in of the fragments that activated the moth's power transmission function, and it actually escaped all the search systems after the war subsided, and quietly became operational again. It began to feel for the fragment to be strengthened, repaired.

Where is the most interesting part? That's where this moth takes. As a pair of discarded data that has not been activated, it does not show any hostility, and it passes through the layers of the search force behind this world without threat, and finally attaches to a small plug-in in the middle of the information path between the search force and the erasure force, and is deeply embedded in it.

And this plugin plays a very interesting role: when the search force kills a suspicious target that needs to be searched, it should notify the nihilistic force that obliterates everything, tell it that I have the target, the target is in place, and you have to destroy it...... But after all, they are just data, and they can't be heard by word of mouth or shouting, like humans do. Therefore, the power of search must transfer the information to an intermediate channel, and from that channel to the power of nothingness.

To put it simply: the power of search and the power of nothingness are like two people who don't understand each other, and this channel in between is like a translator, acting as a bridge between the two.

And the position where this moth is entrenched is precisely the communication channel between the two - and this brings a very great convenience to its safety.

With the all-pervading power of searching, when this moth is activated, it is entirely possible that this alien invader exists. The problem is that it works just like a paladin's "Detect Evil" spell, which can only look for enemies, but once you find them, you can't attack.

So it can only desperately stuff information into the information transmission channel, hoping to tell him that the combat power is extremely strong: buddy, wake up, ** his girl

And the deep embarrassment is that this information transmission channel happens to be occupied by the moth it has found - you think it will be full enough to run and tell the void force that you have found me, I have sent it to the door, please smoke me to death"?

Of course not

So, when this message was transmitted, it was changed to something like "safe and sound, sleep well" or something like that.

In fact, this problem is not unsolvable. Assuming that there is another kind of divine power with similar properties in this source world, they have another system of searching, transmitting, and destroying, and they can naturally easily eliminate this defenseless little moth.

But the world does not allow assumptions about what has already happened.

As a result, the only fragment of mine has gradually grown up in one of the most helpless corners of the world......

One hundred and eighty-seven: the most helpless corner of the world

One hundred and eighty-seven: the most helpless corner of the world