Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 104: What Happened That Day
This is the 768th day since I returned to the continent of Falvi.
This is a difficult time that you cannot imagine or understand.
Although we have been apart for a long time, the boundless and magnificent power hidden behind this world is still searching for my whereabouts all the time - to be precise, it is not a power that exists specifically to search for my movements - it is just combing and removing the traces of some special code sources that do not originally belong to this world. I guess this power has a huge and sophisticated database, which records the characteristics of many known data codes that may destroy the structure and rules of this world, and then uses this incomparable and mighty power to cleanse this world at all times, comparing all the data codes in this world one by one. Once the data codes recorded in the database are discovered, they will be immediately eradicated.
My data characteristics must have been recorded in this database long ago. Once the omnipresent mighty power finds my trace, the most deadly force of obliteration will follow.
Of course, I can hide in the shadow of data that can provide me with cover, disguise myself, and let the power that is constantly sweeping and searching mistake me for something else and ignore my existence. However, if this is the case, I can only stay here motionless, permanently embedded in this source world composed of only "0" and "1" in the form of a piece of discarded digital data, unable to move, unable to speak, and even avoid slightly complicated thinking, because any abnormal changes in the data will expose my tracks, leaving me nowhere to hide from the searching power.
That was definitely not what I wanted. I went through so much trouble to completely destroy the hiding place that old Carlson had left for me, and risked being reduced to ashes and never being able to recover, and returned to the Farvi Continent along that secret passage, not just to become a piece of meaningless data garbage. If that were the case, I might as well stay in the micro world created by old Carlson, where at least I can move freely in the form of a string of digital numbers without having to worry about the destruction that might result from being exposed.
Therefore, since the first second I returned to this world, I have been taking risks and gambling non-stop. I manipulate the tiny world that is integrated with me, dig out every bit of power from my body, set up layers of mazes in places as far away as the ends of the earth and as close as my body, and do my best to deal with the grand rules and forces that protect this world, to buy myself even the tiniest bit of time.
Huge progress appeared on the thirty-sixth day after my return. After thirty-six consecutive days of design, planning, arrangement and deployment, the countless means I set up in the source world finally bought me a second, allowing me to appear in the surface world as a human warrior on the beach on the west coast of the Comet Sea, stepping barefoot on the moist and delicate sand, gazing at the misty sky, and bathing in the red glow of the sunset.
You don't know how precious and beautiful this second is. I almost forgot how to feel the warmth of the red sun shining on my cheeks and the comfortable flow of fresh air through my nasal cavity as a human body. My eyes have never been as greedy as they were in that second. I wanted to take in every wave. Even when I looked directly at the sun, I didn't dare to blink at all, letting the still dazzling sunlight in the evening penetrate my lens and cast a dazzling red light on my eye membrane.
For this second, I spent thirty-six days of arduous time - perhaps even longer if we count the time I spent trying to escape from the world of the stone house - I even risked the great danger of losing my soul. If I made a mistake, I would no longer exist in this world, and not even a trace of my existence would be left. I gambled my time, my life, and a complete world that I had merged with, just to stay in this world for a second.
However, I have to say, it was all worth it.
At that 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 still the conservative city gate guard, "freedom" meant having a soul and walking independently on the continent; when I was unwilling to see the tragedy of this world repeat again and again and wanted to save those lives that were destined to be destroyed, "freedom" meant going beyond the rules of the world and changing my own destiny; when I became a student of the troll old man Carlson, "freedom" meant peeping into the origin of the world and smoothly entering and exiting the ocean of data in the source world; and when I faced the most magnificent and irresistible obliteration force in the world, "freedom" simply meant being able to continue to survive and keep my soul and sanity.
Now, as a digital life, I am hidden under the shadow of countless data. The concept of "freedom" is like a circle for me, returning to the simplest starting point in my opinion: walking on the earth as a human being...
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I soon became aware of the surging power of the world's rules chasing me, but I almost couldn't bear to leave - in fact, just because I delayed for a blink of an eye in that beautiful surface world, I lost almost half of my strength in the process of escaping from the source world. The power code that disrupted the data flow and confuses the opponent was completely cleared out by the powerful erasing force, and the worm code with the power of replication and erosion was also erased by more than 80% of it.
If you use the phrase "being stripped naked and running away" to describe my miserable condition at that time, it is actually not appropriate. A more appropriate statement would be: almost all the skin on my body was peeled off, and I almost escaped from the butcher's knife of the annihilating power with my intestines dragging behind me.
It took me 64 days to repair myself. It was a long and secretive process. With my understanding of the rules of this world, it was not difficult to reweave the codes. But the difficulty was to hide the rewoven codes under the constant scanning of the great power of this world, and then merge them into my body bit by bit. Because it erased my two abilities while retaining their code features in its own database, so when reweaving them, I had to change dozens of methods to hide them.
In this process, I even created a new coding rule, which is different from the complex and gorgeous coding principle with various functions in the Falvi Continent, and also different from the simple and strong rule in the Stone House World. It is a rule in between the two, with my own personal style.
Although it is simple, although it is insignificant, and although it is just a stopgap measure to hide one's tracks, it is, after all, a world law that I created myself. It is the most basic and also the most advanced thing I created in this digital world, and it can exist as the cornerstone of the creation of a world.
In fact, when I first came into contact with some superficial knowledge of the source world, I thought that this was a power of creation that only the Supreme God could possess. Therefore, in a sense, at this moment, I have extended my hand into the realm of the Supreme God and become a brand new god in this world.
The most embarrassed, panic-stricken, miserable and weakest god in history, who was forced into a desperate situation, trying every moment to survive by such rogue means as fishing in troubled waters and escaping, and who could hardly even take a look at the surface world.
However, these are not the most difficult parts.
The most difficult thing is my incurable desire for the outside world. I long for the sun, the moon, the stars, and all the light in the world to shine on me , transform into colorful colors and shine into my eyes; I long for the wind, the clouds, the rain, the snow, the grace bestowed by the goddess of nature on the world, and I long to feel the changes of time and seasons; I long for sand, rocks, soil, and all the cornerstones that make up this solid continent, and I long to walk reverently with my feet...
That one second of enjoyment in the surface world destroyed my endurance for the endless ocean of data. Every second here became more like torture. I knew I didn't belong here, even though I was a life made of digital numbers, even though I could understand the rules of this world, and even though one day I could completely master and control this world - just like I had completely mastered and controlled the world of the small stone house created by old Carlson - I still didn't belong here.
I belong to that world where the sun and the moon rotate and the seasons change. What I still possess is the soul of an ordinary human warrior. Only by walking on solid ground, bathing in bright light, and facing a vivid world, can I satisfy the needs of my soul.
Although I know very well that the source world and the surface world are originally one, I still stubbornly regard the surface world as my only hometown , as the place I must "return to".
You know, homesickness is a disease that makes people become addicted to the pain of being away.
I spent fifty-four days setting up a plan again, causing the world's rule power to fall into a huge chaos, and I used the time when it had no time to take care of it to reappear in the surface world. This time, I appeared in an empty thatched house in a small border town. Through the narrow door, I saw three or five twenty-level space travelers patrolling the door, busy looking for the native residents in the town to assign tasks.
This time, I lasted three seconds.
I almost celebrated my victory. This great achievement made me believe that as long as I work hard enough, as long as I am diligent enough, as long as I spend enough time laying enough rules and traps, one day I may be able to win an hour, a whole day, or even longer activity time in the table world. Perhaps as I understand the rules more and more, I can spend less time planning and win more free time.
However, my opponent, the enemy who possesses the most powerful force and cruel weapons in the world, and the rules that constitute the origin of this world, also made corresponding adjustments soon after.
I thought, perhaps the supercomputer named "Darimos" has sensed my existence - perhaps it was not the computer that sensed me, but the powerful people who controlled it - in short, the power to maintain the rules of this world began to change.
After darkness fell and the world woke up again, I found that the monitoring and searching power became more frequent, and the comparison of the codes of this world became more detailed. Many of the disguises I had set up to attract attention lost their effect overnight.
At the same time, the time when this search power appears has become irregular. It no longer scans the entire world regularly, but appears randomly within a certain period of time. This random difference may be only one or two seconds, or five or six seconds. For those players who are involved in the sky, they may not be able to detect the difference at all, but for me, the unpredictable sudden appearance of this power, even if it is only a microsecond difference, may lead to my most miserable ending.
At the same time, another search force appeared in this world. It was a new force, smaller, faster, and more difficult to detect. It was not like the original search force, which had a huge data comparison system to identify tens of millions of illegal codes one by one. It had very few things to search for, only one thing, and the goal was very clear, that is -
I.
Yes, this is a search force specifically designed to find me. Its appearance also proves that my enemies have discovered my existence. Fortunately, it only has my previous code source samples for searching and comparison. Now that I have gone through the process of annexing the world of the small stone house, the internal code source structure has undergone tremendous changes and is completely different from before. Even for the parts that are similar to the past, I am fully capable of adjusting and changing them. Therefore, this change designed specifically for me has basically lost its function from the beginning.
The last change came from the power of destruction and annihilation. The power of the rules of the origin of this world seemed to be worried that it could not truly eliminate me with the original means, so it further strengthened the effect of this annihilation power. This power is no longer aimed at a specific thing, but expanded the object to a huge range. Within this range, all the original matter that originally belonged to this world - whether it was people or things - would be completely crushed and destroyed, and then reshaped.
In other words, before, this power could only wipe out me, but now, in order to eliminate me more thoroughly and prevent me from hiding and escaping from the slaughter of this killing power, they did not hesitate to completely destroy a city and then rebuild it.
These changes have caused me great distress, especially the first change, which makes it impossible to predict when I can appear in this world in human form. Even if I am fully prepared and have laid enough puzzles, I can no longer arrange a schedule for walking in the surface world, because I cannot know when and in what form the searching power will appear again, and I cannot take corresponding hiding measures.
This makes every walk of mine full of unknown risks - said the self-proclaimed God of Adventure Jeffreys Kidd. Although I am the God of Adventure, you adventurers had better not worship me, let alone expect me to grant you good luck and courage, because at present, I am afraid that these things are not enough for me, not to mention that I, the God of Adventure, may have a much shorter life than you.
But even if the future is full of unknown sacrifices, they still cannot stop my strong desire for the outer world - that is the meaning of my risking my life to embark on the journey back. I still stubbornly incarnate and descend again and again, just to pursue the wonderful feeling of being down to earth for a few seconds. Campnavia City, Uzig Mountains, Holy Fox Highlands, Gem Flower Plains... One by one, the names that were once very familiar to me were taken into my eyes again, and I was simply annoyed that I could not miss these indescribable beauties in the world during my long years of adventure. Once again, I even took advantage of the time of descending to summon my mount again. The strong horse named "Shanxue" stood quietly beside me and gently licked my palm, as if I was still an ordinary adventurer before.
My life might have gone on like this, and one day it would end in an endless game of hide-and-seek between me and the rules of that world. I would trade dozens of days of busyness for a few seconds - or maybe even longer - of good time, and seize every opportunity to re-experience all the best things in the outer world.
In fact, such days are happy enough for me. Everything else is just a luxury for me at this moment.
If I had not chosen that city to settle down, if the searching power had not found this place so coincidentally, if all this had not happened, I would still be just a leisurely and useless digital ghost, constantly playing the trick of appearing and disappearing in this world.
However, it all happened after all, on this day.
This is the 768th day since I returned to the continent of Falvi.
