Volume 15: Organisms and Organisms and Organisms Chapter 46: The Essence of Freedom
"Hey, you're back?"
"……Um."
"It's not good to be so angry all the time. You have to change it in the future."
"If it could be changed, it would have been changed long ago."
Opening his eyes and looking at his colleague's playful smile, Wanderer Bard sighed.
As a former patient with a congenital disease who was then saved by prosthetic technology, Bud, who vowed to spend every minute meaningfully, admitted that he really couldn't stand those who just got by. And this anger is likely to become his fatal weakness.
But he had no intention of changing, not at all. If he were to change, it would be a betrayal of the days when he was dying on a sickbed. He would live a wonderful life and treat every minute and every second of his life with sincerity. At the same time, he would send all those so-called liberals to hell... Although from his identity, this declaration is really problematic.
But now many people know about the Wanderer. Madman Bard is such a strong man who sticks to his word. He likes to challenge the strongest players on various planets and shed his muscles and blood in the ring. As a player recruited by the Free Alliance, he has a very rich database to determine which place's defender is a player. Then he will let the Free Alliance's spacecraft send him there, so that he can show his sincere power. In fact, Bard has never disappointed anyone. So far, he has defeated 74 champions and has never failed once. All of them ended in victory.
It was just that he was a little annoyed this time and wanted to tear the person to pieces. What was even more annoying was that he hadn't torn him to pieces yet, because it seemed that something went wrong and he was teleported up directly. He could still distinguish between the important and the unimportant in this matter, so he could only wipe his face and look around at the silver-gray steel hull.
"Why did you call me up here suddenly?"
"Because we got news that something seems to be going on at Holy Light. Some people have gone crazy and overestimated their own capabilities, and want to launch a so-called, uh, attack right under Holy Light's nose? In short, they are just crazy. I don't know what those players were thinking, but they have been taught a lesson by Holy Light. Holy Light notified us that the seeded players will be re-selected. In other words, we can go over there and use our identities to handle everything."
"Then why do we have to take the spaceship over there now? We are players. Wouldn't it be better if we could just go there as an exchange student and then get our own trophy through our own strength? Didn't we take the spaceship over there because there were no vacancies? Now that there are vacancies, why would we go through so much trouble? Wouldn't it be better to just fight our way over there?"
"You don't understand this. It's not because you players want a spot, but because we want to demonstrate."
"Captain..."
Looking at the handsome middle-aged man who suddenly appeared from behind the sensor wall, Bud took a small step back respectfully and nodded, which earned him an approving look from the captain.
However, due to his noble reserve, he did not say what to write. Instead, he coughed politely, adjusted his golden hair, and clapped his hands. A display screen extended from the wall behind him, showing everything about the current spacecraft.
"The Free Federation's main battleship, the Cyrano, is the ship we are on. It is the fruit of the wisdom of all the shipbuilding craftsmen in the Free Federation. They used the ancient hand-forging method and irrigated every corner of the battleship with magic. Countless souls and machines blessed this main battleship. In addition, we also found a mechanical saint to equip us with the latest intelligent computing system, which can help us save the most manpower and allow us to fight better."
"Do you know how many people are on our battleship now? There are only 68 real maintenance . The rest are all young and promising players and combat soldiers like you. The upper limit of the ship's carrying capacity can even be compared with a planet with a basic star soul. It can be said to be the crystallization of the Free Federation's shipbuilding technology. Several generations of craftsmen have exhausted their lives for this charming girl. It is an invincible battleship forged with the blood of our Free Alliance. And we naturally have to take it over and declare it to the Holy Light--"
"……White?"
The player next to Bard suddenly made a puzzled sound.
"——What white?"
The captain, whose speech was interrupted, turned around and looked at the display in dissatisfaction.
Then he suddenly understood why the player made a white sound, because it was indeed white.
Yes, the entire display, the entire detection equipment, all the communication props and all the interactive interfaces that could contact the outside world were all a striking white mass. It was as if they had suddenly broken through the curtain of the universe and saw the white light board that was accidentally hidden under the dark curtain.
"…What the hell is this? AI? Can you please report the current situation?"
"Our warship encountered an unknown error during its subspace navigation and is currently stuck in abnormal space and time."
"Speak in a way that I can understand."
“We are trapped.”
"Damn it! I finally got the captain's rights from my dad!"
“…”
The two players looked at each other and shrugged.
Players are always free, because the system will definitely not issue fatal tasks to disgust players, and most of the time it will maintain a relative balance.
Even if you see a desperate situation, just keep hope. In fact, when the captain began to mutter in frustration, the silent AI suddenly made a sound, startling the captain so much that he immediately jumped up, stretched out his hand to stroke his golden hair again, and made an elegant gesture.
"There are special signals in the space. Do you recognize them?"
"Recognize the signal. Let me see who is playing tricks again."
As long as it's a human being, it's fine.
Looking at the whiteness gradually spreading around him, the captain took a deep breath, then raised his head straight and put on a proud look.
The AI that was performing the calculations internally obviously didn't consider anything else and gave the final signal recognition answer very calmly.
"Signal identification in progress... Signal identification completed. The blocking unit ahead is the tenth crown ship of the Undead Hall, one of the ten crown battleships. Current model: End of Samsara. Now simulating combat data - combat victory rate, zero. Escape probability, zero. Time distortion probability, zero. Curl-up defense probability, zero. Now simulating an emergency escape plan - Plan Zero. No possibility of escape. I hope the passengers on the ship can restrain their actions to avoid accidents."
“…”
What the hell is this?
What the hell is the Tenth Crown Ship? What is the Tenth Crown Battleship? The Hall of the Undead? Isn't that from the Holy Light? Why is it here?
Seeing the hint of icy blue gradually emerging from the pure white universe, all the players and NPCs had an uncontrollable look of horror on their faces.
