nucmednet Chapter 1527 Finale: Guarding the Shore [20] "5 "Our Story" (Author: Mo Yan)"
Chapter 1527 Finale: Guarding the Shore [20] "5 "Our Story" (Author: Mo Yan)"
Chapter 1527 Finale·Guarding the Shore [20]·"Chapter 5 "Our Story" (Author: Mo Yan)"
"Ah, the fourth story is actually about me?" The intellectual lady with glasses and a dignified posture showed a bitter smile: "As you can see, I am a pure researcher. After developing the signal of 'Strawberry Shortcake', I have no means to help you."
There is nothing magical about her story, it is just a repetitive and mechanical work of a researcher. She does not even have an independent story space like Ala Udin and Bei Wang, but the story is integrated with reality.
Su Mingan saw the words floating in the air, full of dizzying numbers and formulas.
This is the boredom of scientific researchers.
They respect the essence and originality, and do not ignore it because it cannot be known, nor destroy it because it cannot be explored.
It's 9:45 am.
"...Oh, Ms. Bella, is your friend escaping from the enemy's attack?" People did not recognize that this was their great Lord Olivers, whose face was obscured by the mask.
Old Victor suggested shakily, "By the way...we, below us, is the star destroyer cannon developed by the mechanical race in the first era when they escaped from the pursuit of the undead. It was not allowed to be used before due to ethical issues, and now it is useless to keep it...Ms. Bella, do you want to try it?"
Su Mingan's eyes met Isabella's, and the two exchanged ideas instantly. Su Mingan nodded: "I'll go first."
I'll go to the next story and wait for your start.
Isabella nodded calmly and threw away the glass: "Okay."
I will activate the Star Destroyer Cannon and try to cover your subsequent steps.
Some people who could hold their liquor well stood up and said, "Let's help with the debugging too!" They were all going to die for their crimes anyway, so they might as well do a good deed at the end and help Ms. Bella's friend survive.
"That's right! Anyway, those broken stars have become the love tokens of male and female writers, so why not just blow them up!"
"Haha, Ran Bo is so lucky to be pulled into the Rin tribe. He will definitely become a hero who will go down in history. We can't be left far behind by that guy."
Most of the stars in Rovatha are located below the sky, not in the universe. They float in the sky like clouds.
Su Ming'an's eyes trembled, and for a moment he thought of Tretia, Xu Dong, Ran Bo's crying, the frustrated Lin Hejin, and countless faces buried in history.
"Isabella, give me a token of yours, preferably one that is related to me," he said.
He was worried that Isabella would die in a corner where he couldn't see her while protecting her from a distance, and that the soul ferrying would not be triggered.
Isabella smiled slightly, took out a note from her arms and put it into Su Mingan's hand.
……
[Young people should try to be a gentleman and don't let her catch a cold. 】
……
The handwriting was delicate and the paper had already turned yellow.
"..."Su Mingan was stunned for a second, then quickly realized what period this item was from. Feeling a little disappointed, he put the note into his backpack.
He stepped into the next story, and Isabella's slightly aged voice came from behind him:
"……Take care of yourself."
This young man, who was much younger than her, had endured too much suffering.
The sound of the guitar lingered like burning tobacco, and old Mok was still singing his last song, his voice like straw soaked in ash.
"Drink one more glass, drink one more glass, when the moon becomes drunk like a rusty page of a book,"
"When all truths are reduced to rhyme, at least let the martyrs choose the shape of the fire."
"We're going to set sail, we're going to set sail,"
"Ah, farewell my friend. Our names will be reflected on all the polished lighthouse windows..."
……
[When Ms. Bella came to the rooftop, she saw the explorers who were about to die. They were like the new generation of "Dean Carr", looking up at the stars drunkenly.]
[“I once dreamed of a world where people were not even allowed to look up at the sky. Because there was a demon in the sky.” Isabella said: “We are allowed to look up at the sky, but the sky is no longer the sky…”]
[She looked up at the stars. They were a pink heart, a crystal diamond ring, and a kiss between a man and a woman... Writers have always been good at sublimating wars in the most lingering and graceful way, as if white bones could give birth to flowers, but...]
[“If everything can be created with a ‘quill pen’ and all scientific laws can be changed with ‘ink’, where is the future of mankind?” Isabella murmured slowly:]
[“If everyone relies on the pen of the creator and the artificially modified ‘natural laws’, where are the objective and accurate scientific theorems?”]
[After bidding farewell to Su Mingan, she heard Old Mike's last song, accompanied by the rough strings of the guitar.]
……
"One more drink, one more drink, my dear friend!"
"Let us raise our glasses and make a wish to the shooting stars, may the wildfires of Rowsa remember the weight of the apple in the past!"
"Sing once more, sing once more, my dear love!"
"We laughed and broke empty bottles, but they said apples should fall on the lines of poetry."
"The storybooks are full of correct answers, and we are the stubborn shipwreck,"
"When all stories become fairy tales, at least let the bells of the polar churches remember the north..."
……
[Story name: "Our Story"]
【Creator: Mo Yan】
[Story summary: Xiaoyaozi, a fledgling swordsman, goes by the alias "Mo Yan". He longs to travel the world with his sword, but he decides to return to the people, to the majority of ordinary people, to protect them.]
"I want to be a hero." Mo Yan said calmly:
[“When a country is peaceful and the people are happy, then he is a hero.”]
……
"Big brother."
When Su Mingan walked out of the vortex, he saw a white-haired young man with a sword.
The white-haired young man was drinking a cup of golden dragon's blood, as if he had swallowed a bottle of poison.
Similar to Mo Yan, Ward, Mei Yani, Shirley and others drank blood of different colors. Their actions were uniform, as if they had received some kind of command.
Under the sky dyed pink, there were crowds of people, all of them drinking blood. This scene was like a collective meal of vampires, but it did not make people feel any gloom or fear.
"Brother, this is the blood donated by Dragon King Ian and his compatriots... and other kings' tribes." Mo Yan said: "It can help us sublimate the essence of life, so that we can..."
Click, click, click——
His hair trembled, and suddenly a pair of dragon horns grew out, his muscles swelled, blood flowed, and his expression became painful. His body grew larger, and wings grew on his back.
Ward grew pointed teeth, Meiyani grew elf ears, Shirley became as transparent as a ghost, and many other people were changing...
Afterwards, some of them cut off the dragon's horns and teeth, and some dug out its flesh and blood, and threw them into a huge magic circle, and drank new blood.
——They collectively drank blood to transform, cut off the transformed parts and put them into the magic circle, transformed the flesh and blood into energy, and used the recovery ability given by the world game to repeat the above steps. It was equivalent to transferring the pressure of Luowasha to the world game.
In front, Anthony led people to infuse mana, in the middle, Lin Yin led players to revive infinitely, and in the back, Ward led people to cut flesh and bleed.
The wisdom of the Fourth Disaster was fully demonstrated at this moment.
……
[Energy 8980/10000]
[Energy 9010/10000]
[Energy 9030/10000]
……
9:46 AM The energy is growing rapidly.
This is equivalent to depleting people's potential and mental state, but it is a last resort. They found that the strawberry shortcake had fallen and took extreme but effective action.
"Su Mingan."
Ripples appeared in the air, and what came out was not a higher dimension, but a god from Yunshang City.
His golden eyes looked over:
"We must start our journey. Let's get started."
Su Mingan glanced at the strawberry cakes falling from the sky, and at the people cutting flesh and bleeding:
"……hold on."
There are only 9000 points of energy, which is not enough. They don’t know where the problem will arise in such a big Ark with the missing 1000 points of energy.
At this time, the energy jumped suddenly, from 9030 points to 9430 points. It should be that the Fifth Starfire freed his hands and threw the energy he brought into the Book of the World. But there was still a gap of about 600 points.
"We have to start, Su Ming'an. I just tested it." The God of Yunshang City repeated, his tone extremely rational: "You are thinking about stopping the trolley again, but in fact, you can only make it go in the direction of tying up a few people. There is no perfection in this world. Not enough is not enough."
Si Que Olivers and the Rovasha people have accumulated energy for so long, but have only managed to accumulate more than 8,000 points of energy. One billion players and tens of billions of Rovasha people have tried their best to cut flesh and bleed, but have only added about a few hundred points of energy. How can Su Mingan fill the last gap in just a few dozen minutes?
At this moment, Su Mingan recalled a lot.
He did not fulfill the bet with Wuyi, so the Ninth Seat would not help him; he failed to explore the relationship between Kritsins and Qins, and could not control Kritsins; he could not keep up with Huibai's movements, and did not know the situation of the artificial Lin tribe; the Supreme Lord was not threatened and would not interfere in the story here.
He found that he still had many omissions. Perhaps if he started from these areas earlier, there would be more opportunities.
But, too busy.
It's just too busy.
He was afraid of the appearance of a dead file, and after his clone Ming disappeared, he did not dare to send his shadow to these high-risk places. Noel Akinni, who could keep up with his pace, became his biggest enemy and could not help him explore these doubts. He was busy trying to maintain his humanity and reason after becoming a second-level god, busy killing gods to gain energy; he was busy dealing with more than a dozen high-dimensional eyes; he was busy exploring the truth of the reincarnation of the world game; he was busy building a small world...
Even if you keep dying and going back to the game to make up for the missed things, most things become meaningless after the time is covered, such as conquering Wuyi and taking care of the artificial Rin tribe.
...If I had been bolder and chosen to go forward and cross the sea, would things be different now? Would there be a third party who could help me make up for the remaining energy gap?
Su Mingan thought of this possibility, but he knew he had to make a decision now.
...He still isn't perfect, sorry.
But fortunately, when he bought the flowers for his grandmother that night, he thought of a good idea, a way to make up for it.
"Come on." He looked deeply and wistfully at the pink sky:
"——Let's set off."
In fact, at this moment, he wanted to take a look at Zhai Xing's familiar gray-blue sky.
……
Lu Shu walked towards the palace of death.
He was no longer in Rovatha. This was a cyberpunk planet filled with a strong sense of gloom and death. He pushed open the heavy mechanical door and looked at the end of the red carpet.
The blue-haired boy Wuyi was sitting on a chair, reading something with his head down. When he heard the noise, he looked up with interest and asked, "Oh? Are you Su Mingan's companion? You came to see me? Are you going to switch sides at the last minute?"
Lu Shu had a blank expression on his face. A pair of scarlet wings spread out from his back and he drew out a black knife.
"On the contrary." He took a step forward, his momentum rising with every word he spoke:
"Laplace is being held back by Su Mingan. He won't come back."
"I heard that in the reincarnation of the first world game, I was Laplace's follower."
"You are the current follower of Laplace. I wonder who has a higher affinity with Laplace, you or me?"
Wuyi narrowed his eyes: "Oh, you want to rob..."
"I want to kill."
……
Since May last year, I have been overwhelmed by some real-life issues and have only slept five or six hours a day. Now it is finally coming to an end.
In the following updates, I will try to write a little more every day until these two months are completed.
I loved it from the beginning to the end.
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