Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 100 The last second flashed
"You mean, all this is fake?" I looked at Xiange Yayi in disbelief and spoke incoherently, "This world? Including this ship? This sea..." I knocked hard on the deck of the ship - a deck that was so hard, rough, and so real - "Including this piece of wood? They are all... all... all that thing you mentioned... the net..."
"Online games! Yes, all of them." Xiange Yayi nodded. His expression looked a little difficult, and it must not be easy for him to tell me all this. Everything he said made me feel so incredible, but I could not see a trace of falsehood on his face.
From the moment GM007's fallen angel left, I discovered that an irreversible countdown of five minutes had appeared again in the endless digital data hidden in the source world. Judging from what happened before, this might be my last five minutes in this world.
But I didn't want to spend the last five minutes of my life crying and saying goodbye to my friends. In fact, although all this was happening in front of my eyes, I still didn't know anything about it. I knew that my existence might be an unacceptable accident, that my soul was born with an irremovable original sin, and that my life was incompatible with the most noble and sacred laws - but what exactly was that? And why? I had no idea.
In the last moments of my life, the world gave me an important answer, but what made me depressed was that it forgot to ask the question.
I don't want to perish in confusion with an unknown answer, even though it is basically meaningless for me to figure it out. But a kind of stubborn and powerful curiosity drives me to get to the bottom of this problem. In the words of my friends who are involved in the air, I "want to be a ghost who understands it even if I become a ghost."
My friends told me everything behind this in the shortest words, and it was a huge secret that shocked me. You won't believe it - oh, hell, if you don't believe it, who else will? In fact, you know all this even better than I do. From beginning to end, only I, the only soul born into this world by accident - maybe the troll old man Carlson should be included - was kept in the dark and unaware of the truth of everything.
They told me that the entire Farvi continent is not a real world, and it never was. It all comes from some fictitious legends, and a company called "Darimos" created this magnificent world and these ancient and great civilizations through some technology - that is, the ability to create all this by combining the two characters "0" and "1" in the source world.
And they were created only to provide a place for entertainment for those who travel through space - real people who truly have life and whose souls are projected into this world through another kind of wonderful technology.
No wonder they always call themselves "players", because their purpose of coming here is to have fun. Those ferocious beasts, those grand wars, those tribal hatreds, those repeated slaughters... all of this just provides these people with an environment for fun, giving them the opportunity to play another life, to kill, to vent, to relieve stress in an insignificant 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 nobles to run and slaughter and show off their military might. And those real people from the only real world are the nobles chosen by God, born to enjoy privileges in this world.
No, I was wrong. They were not nobles chosen by God, because even God was created by them. Darmos, the Supreme God, in that only real world, this is not only the name of a company - Feiyin took a lot of effort to make me understand that the so-called "company" is almost a larger bakery - but also the name of a supercomputer. Although this supercomputer is not as powerful as the supercomputer with the same name in this world seven thousand years later, it is still capable of drawing such a nearly real world and ensuring its long-term operation.
On the contrary, it is me, a tiny, insignificant warrior in this world, who is the closest to the supercomputer seven thousand years later. A living soul has been born in all the rigid and cold order, and I have the ability to think and act freely - this is the most bizarre, wonderful and incredible thing in their eyes.
And what about their world? What about the world that they say is "the only real world"? What does it look like?
The answer is not unfamiliar.
That was the world that old Carlson saw in a glimpse before his death, a world where only humans survived as intelligent life, a world where steel roared and flesh and blood clamored. The humans in that world were so fragile that only a few of them had the simplest fighting skills, and most of them had never been involved in a battle in their entire lives; but the humans in that world were so smart that they used unimaginable wisdom to create countless crazy technologies, and could even create a world out of nothingness, countless creatures, and those sacred and unpredictable existences.
Yes, this is the truth of it all. I, a virtual human born in data, have real perception and a free soul. They are worried and afraid because of this, afraid that I will step out of this virtual world, face the real world they live in, and hurt them.
Because they are afraid of me, they want to destroy me. This is what those people who control the whole world are doing. Sometimes it is really an irony that becomes more interesting the more you think about it: the more powerful, the more powerful, and the more powerful people are, the more likely they are to be afraid and cowardly. Only when they use the power in their hands to destroy everything they cannot control, can they feel safe.
On the contrary, those people at the bottom of the world, those most ordinary and humble people, are less afraid to open their hearts and accept lives and souls that are different from their own, just like these guys who are with me now.
Yes, this is an irony. Great men are small because of their greatness, while mediocre men are noble because of their mediocrity; powerful men are weak because of their power, while humble men are strong because of their humbleness; wise men are stupid because of their wisdom, while dull men are wise because of their dullness.
Because those mediocre, humble, and dull lives will not and do not have the opportunity to make arbitrary judgments, rush to deny others, or seek safety by demonstrating their strength because of their own strength.
They prefer to understand through contact, to feel through understanding, to comprehend through personal experience, and then to accept it naturally - and this is why they believe in me, support me, and accept me, a weird life, as their 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 - even more than I had expected.
When I understood everything I wanted to know, I had very little time left in this world. My friends also realized this, and their faces were full of sadness and sympathy. On the contrary, I did not feel that kind of despair before leaving - I guess it was because the truth hidden behind everything was so huge and heavy that it made it difficult for me to feel anything other than shock.
I looked at the timer hidden in the source world and saw that there was less than a minute left. I suddenly realized that I really should say goodbye to my friends.
I hugged them one by one: Niu Baiwan, the most timid minotaur, the adventurer who is most likely to get lost, the most unreliable paladin, the first person I met after I became self-aware. I still can't forget the way he staggered around being chased by a group of hens. As a comrade, he was always the least qualified one on the battlefield, but as a partner, everyone lacks a friend as cheerful and optimistic as him...
Xian Ge Ya Yi, a super short-sighted elf shooter, is afraid of heights, water, carsickness, seasickness... a poor fellow who will have abnormalities in almost any situation. I have always regretted making his glasses so ugly. I once thought about making him a new pair and modifying them properly, but the huge workload of making glass and polishing lenses always made me too lazy to do it. If there is still a chance...
Chang Sanjiao and Chang Gong She Ri are a pair of enemies who quarrel wherever they go, but they are also the most trusted and reliable friends. They can always find some noisy joy in their complaints, and this joy belongs not only to them, but also to us as bystanders. I simply can't imagine how boring many adventures would be without them - and I must say: if you don't give Chang Sanjiao a warm hug, you will never know how fat he is...
Yan Zhen, a spirit tamer with all kinds of quirks that once made me miserable, to be honest, I used to resent her quirks, but now I know that she is just using her method to find the fun of the game - they are all. Here, they are just trying to become the person they want to be, only for me this is the whole of life...
And Red Wolf, the dark elf master thief, is still often ambushed and killed inexplicably because of conflicts between his race and faction...
And the Nocturne in B-flat minor, this dwarf bard, his war songs are completely different from other bards, and always funny and weird...
And there is Tintin Xiaoge, the orc who is always three beats behind due to network problems, a miner who prefers mining to adventure. I don’t know what has supported him to persist in this world under such difficult circumstances. But no matter what it is, we can be sure that in this world that seems to him to be so fast-paced that it wants to leave him behind, there are always some things that attract him and make him unwilling to leave...
Hmm... Why is it that all the people I know are extremely weird?
Oh, I missed one. Feiyin, our president, was standing alone at the stern, looking like she was avoiding me.
"Mr. President, I'm going offline..." I walked over, facing her back, and whispered.
Her body trembled slightly, but she did not turn around.
"Why, don't you want to say goodbye to me?" I spread my hands and asked in a nonchalant manner.
She finally turned around.
"Jeff...I'm...I'm sorry..." She lowered her head and said in a low voice.
"Sorry? Why?" This sudden apology left me confused.
"Because..." She choked up, "...because it was me who sent the message to GM, it was me who exposed your whereabouts, it was me who made them notice you, it was all me..."
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault!" She suddenly rushed over to me and hugged me tightly, crying loudly, but there were no tears on her face.
I know that for these space designers, tears are just preset expression tools in their programs. No tears does not mean no crying. I believe that right now, outside this world, the beautiful girl whose soul is connected to this world by some device may already be in tears.
"It's not your fault..." I patted her shoulder gently, "...We didn't know about this matter, and we couldn't have thought of it. Even if it wasn't this time, they would find me next time, and the next time, and this won't change anything."
"Actually, I should be thankful, you know? At least when I leave, I still have so many friends by my side, and they can prove that I really existed. This is much better than I thought..."
"If you still feel sorry for me..." I held her shoulders, pulled her to face me, and tried to smile, "...then take this opportunity to make a lot of money from them, and consider it revenge for me, okay?"
"I promise..." Feiyin stared into my eyes, sobbing and answering hypocritically, "...I will definitely beat these bastards so hard that they won't even have underwear left..."
I never knew it would be so difficult to keep the corners of my mouth slightly upturned in such a posture. It was so difficult that I almost used up all my strength.
"This is the president I know ..."
In the center of the vast source world, the timer that indicates that this world is about to end in complete darkness has only five seconds left.
In the outer world, the Golden Rose pirate ship faced the setting sun and rode the wind and waves. The sky was filled with red clouds, dyeing the vast world with a touch of fire.
I turned my head again, taking in the faces of these friends who had accompanied me along the way one by one, and imprinting them firmly in my mind.
They are my partners in life and death, my comrades-in-arms who fight side by side with me. No matter where I will go, no matter what my end will be, with their company - even if it is just a memory - I will not be afraid.
Three, two, one, the clock of fate is turning to the end point unstoppably. Take another look at this world, it is so real and so lovely. Although it is made up of digital images, who can say that this world does not really exist?
The last second flashed...
