First Player

Chapter 61 Chapter Sixty · "You must become the hope of the city-state."

"Uh-huh!"

Passing through the long tunnel, Su Mingan split open the blasted iron door with a sword and broke into the underground base.

Shiro had fled, leaving only a base that was about to be blown up.

Countless python-like wires connected the model of a girl. This is just a mechanical model. The girl has no face and is an unfinished product.

Su Mingan opened the diary in the cabinet, and it should be written by Bai Xiong:

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[98th day of the 1st year of the New Calendar: Baicheng’s fertility rate is getting lower and lower, but fortunately the plan went smoothly and she was born in the experiment...]

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[12th, Year 2 of the New Calendar: She communicated with me today. She wanted a name. I went to the ancient book library in the inner city to give her the best name. Nolia. She likes the name I gave her very much]

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[19th, Year 5 of the New Calendar: Damn it, my body is getting more and more unbearable... I can feel my physical energy disappearing little by little every day. I am getting old. No, I still have time, I want to train her...]

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[New Calendar Year 5, 178: I was scolded for peeping on her today - she dared to scold me! But this shows that she has human shame, which is good, but it should not be done to me. 】

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[56, 7th year of the New Calendar: She has been in the glass room for seven years, but she looks pretty good. She has learned the emotions and knowledge that a "human being" should have. She begged me to let her out, she said She can't bear the loneliness day after day in the glass room... What's the point of being lonely? I'm obviously always with you! 】

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[201st, Year 7 of the New Calendar: I am old, and now every step I take is difficult... She is still waiting for me to shape her to perfection, and I have to persevere... even if I pay the price! 】

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[3rd day of the 9th year of the New Calendar: I was the one who kept a diary last time...I'm not sure, but it's probably me anyway. The body seems to be aging a little fast, but it doesn't matter, I have copied many, many "me"s, and "I" will always love her. 】

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[Day 300, Year 9 of the New Calendar: The new policy was very popular, and those starving untouchables soon sent their wives and daughters in exchange for money. It was really ironic. Obviously there is still a way to survive if you rise up to resist, but you insist on cutting off your last escape route. Is this perhaps the bad nature and ignorance of human beings?

--wrong.

I...I am obviously human too.

Why would I write this.

I...am I also affected by the mechanical parts in my body?

wrong.

wrong.

wrong.

...]

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The handwriting kept repeating "wrong" crazily, until the handwriting became more and more twisted and skewed, and blood clots gradually formed. I don't know what the owner of the diary did.

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【wrong.

Am I...am I still the same person?

Am I "me", or am I a robot named "me"?

I retain the memory of being a human being and continue to copy myself, but my thoughts...my brain...everything about me is gradually replaced by mechanical parts...

All that I am thinking about now - after all, as a human being, my emotional love and devotion to her,

Or... is it the program called "Love Her" that has been engraved on the memory chip time and time again by the predecessor "I" and written long ago?

She will kill me, inherit the scepter of the Mother Goddess, and become the strongest and most tolerant ruler of this city.

She will kill me, she will become me.

She will embrace all of me and carry all my love and ideals.

She will bear the gentlest curse of my faith and step on my corpse and ashes.

She will be a complete representative without any prejudice or discrimination.

She will spend her whole life moving towards the future,

And the passing of me will always be with you like a shadow.

——I have imprisoned her for ten years, will there ever come a day when I will be killed by my dear her? 】

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[Use machinery to create your beating heart, use death to cut off my pure desire. 】

[You are my dear Sword of Damocles, the glorious chapter of my cycle. 】

[——Noelia, my beloved Noelia, I will push you to the glorious throne of White City. 】

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"That's it." Su Mingan said to himself.

Danmaku was still confused, but he had already understood.

"Baicheng was polluted, and people's fertility rate was getting lower and lower. So, Bai Xiong used core energy to create Nolia." Su Mingan thought:

"Bai Xiong cultivated Nolia and wanted her to become the source of reproduction, but in the end he fell in love with her, so Bai Xiong decided to abandon the original plan and instead let her become the ruler of Baicheng..."

"Ding dong!"

[Perfect clearance progress: 65%]

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This should be the place where Shiro made Noria. The one on the stage is obviously an unfinished product, not the Nolia that Shiro loves.

Baixiong comes here every month. In order to accompany Nolia, he will not bring the mechanical army with him. So, the final doubt is - where did Nolia go?

Su Mingan had thought about it being Alyssa, but Noelia was an android who grew up in a glass room. Alyssa had a complete life, so it couldn't be Noelia. Maybe Shiro escaped with Noria.

"Noelia." Alisa called the name: "She is so pitiful, she was born to be a reproduction machine. She was able to escape her fate because Bai Xiong fell in love with her."

"Then do you think she should become a reproduction machine?" Su Mingan said.

Alyssa was silent for a moment and whispered: "I think if Noelia can honestly become a reproduction machine, so many people in the outer city will not be arrested at all, and I will not be handed over by my father. After all, she is a machine, Not human.

However, she also has the right to pursue freedom, so I don’t know..."

Her voice trembled.

Although her expression was cold, she was still scared inside.

From a young age, she has been indoctrinated with the concepts of "to accept transformation", "to become a machine", and "to continue the next generation of Baicheng".

She was like a great victim, like a commodity for people to choose from, kept in a glass case.

[——You should wear a white wedding dress and comb your long hair, like a doll, sleeping beauty, or a blooming white rose. 】

[——You must be pure, beautiful, and submissive. You should not hold knives and guns, and there should be no blood and fire. You must absolutely endure the coveting, prying, plundering, and malice of the outside world. 】

[——You should not be unique, you should get used to waiting, patience, silence, and finally be successfully selected and picked up. 】

...But no one told her how a free girl should live.

They have suffered so much from generation to generation, just to achieve the leader's ridiculous love?

Why? She felt angry.

"If, I mean if, if one day, we really achieve peace, can I always listen to you playing the piano?" Alyssa said tremblingly.

She actually felt happy. From that day when Su Mingan rescued her, her life trajectory changed dramatically. She walked into the rebel camp, picked up a gun, and felt freer than anyone else.

She is happy enough.

But if...but if she could still hear his music, if she could keep listening...

She thought of the cold rain that day, when he stroked her hair, his slightly drooped eyelids revealed his quiet tenderness.

After several nights of fighting, he looked exhausted as he fell on the bed. In the sound of her story, his sleeping face was particularly peaceful, like a bird that finally found a warm nest.

Next to the piano shrouded in light, he looked at her eyes.

During the fierce battle, he never left her sight.

In front of the faded wedding photos, his face was glowing.

She can't forget these, as if they have been engraved in her sea of ​​memory, as if her life has finally walked out of the cruel process and reached the next starting point where she can feel love.

The future will be better.

If he had been around, she would have grown up clumsily but firmly step by step.

"Maybe." Su Mingan said.

She was still staring at him.

Tender, cheerful, fiery.

It is obviously a fragile and slender girl's body, but it is like a burning flame, allowing people to get a glimpse of the heat and reluctance at the bottom of her soul.

She seems to be the epitome of millions of oppressed girls.

"You are so kind." She used the respectful words again, just like she did when she first met him in the rain, and said sincerely every word: "You are really a good person."

……Yeah? Is he a very good person?

Su Mingan was a little confused. He only took care of her like this because of a cold mission reminder.

If he hadn't had that mission in his sight... would Alyssa have this day? Will he save her who has nothing to do with clearing the level?

Will she still wear a neat ponytail, carry a gun, and live like fire? Will she, like most people, put on a white wedding dress and become a ghost in the rain succumbing to the city-state?

Thousands of "Elisa" live in this ridiculous White City. They don't exist in the "task prompts", so what will be their fate?

"Thank you..." Su Mingan could only respond to her.

She smiled.

At least at this moment, she was lucky.

"Do you think we will win?" She raised her head and looked at him intently, as if there was a wind blowing between them. Her smile is like the blue sky reflected in the snow-capped mountains and lakes.

——It seems to be an unyielding song sung by a free soul.

"Yes." Su Mingan said: "It won't become... [unsavable] situation again."

He threw the file away, papers flying like snowflakes.

"Let's go up."

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In the early morning, the sky was extremely dark.

Climbing to the surface, Su Mingan saw hundreds of Baicheng residents in the heavy rain, standing like black dead trees.

Before fleeing, Bai Xiong gave instructions to the residents to stop Su Ming'an. Most of the relatives of these residents were sent to the inner city for rehabilitation, so there was no one around them.

Seeing Su Mingan and Alyssa coming up from the passage, the residents were excited.

"——You will be punished, leader of the resistance army, your ambition is extremely ugly! We will always follow the leadership of Lord Shiro! We will stop you here!" someone shouted.

"——Quick, everyone stop him!" someone shouted.

Su Mingan saw the ugliness in the eyes of this group of people, and he took a step forward.

"Residents, listen to me." Su Mingan shouted: "Bai Xiong is not protected by the mechanical army today. This is the only chance to kill him. If you want to change the sick fate of this city-state, let me go and kill him." Shiro. Your relatives will come back to you."

The resistance army has started a full-scale war. It is impossible for Shiro to escape to the inner city. He can only escape to the deserted suburbs and drag the mechanical army to destroy the resistance army.

——So, Su Mingan is racing for time.

He must catch up with Bai Xiong and kill Bai Xiong in time, so that the mechanical army controlled by Bai Xiong can sleep. Otherwise, the rebels will suffer heavy casualties.

The rebels have been preparing for an all-out war until today. Su Mingan took over the responsibility of leader Eleven and came to this most critical time.

"……ha."

A sneer, especially clear in the ice rain.

"Why change? Isn't this good?" A man in gold and silver sneered. His face was fleshy and his cheeks were bulging: "What's the use of relatives? Of course it's most comfortable to enjoy ourselves. Anyway, we are destined to have no offspring! "

"——That's right, we just want money, ham, and bread!"

"——Stop this man and grab the girl behind him!"

They have long understood that in the same death, rich people will be buried in the priest's cemetery, while poor people will die in the sewer. Even if they all die at the age of 30, the rich may commit suicide because of the pain, and the poor may die of illness because they have no money for medical treatment. The ashes will be pulled out and sold in a blink of an eye to be used in ghost marriages.

So, since it’s not to the point of death yet – let them be rich! As long as you have money, you can solve all problems! No honor, no philosophy... can't compare to the word "rich"!

Listening to these words, Alyssa raised her eyes in confusion.

Su Mingan's eyes met hers.

There were some shocking emotions brewing in his eyes.

She stared back motionless, as if something strange was passing through her heart.

…Why do people become like this?

Have they lost even the most basic family affection?

"Alyssa, this city is sick." Su Mingan said.

——He can see the desire in people's eyes.

They shouted "justice" and "city state", saying that they would destroy him, a gangster who dared to resist Shiro.

The opportunity for a full-scale war that the resistance forces have worked so far, and the information sent by Guanna and other lurkers to assassinate Shiro at the risk of their lives, were not destroyed by the mechanical army - but were blocked by the residents themselves.

How ridiculous.

These residents took the initiative to continue being Shiro's dogs.

Slavery is rooted in their blood vessels and spines, and numbness becomes a collar around their necks.

"Girl, don't help this gangster!" Someone shouted towards Alyssa, accusing Su Mingan of being a gangster.

Alyssa raised her head, rain falling on her face.

At this moment, she broke through the timidity and fear that lingered on her body, like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, shouting -

"No, I won't go back with you, I'm free!"

"No one from the outer city is a resource!"

The next moment, before the residents formed a circle of encirclement, Su Mingan picked her up and rushed toward the outside world——

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the other side.

Countless flames rushed into the inner city, and the only sound left in people's ears was the sonata of bullets and artillery fire.

The pungent smell of blood and gunpowder smoke lingered for a long time. Human corpses and broken mechanical bodies overlapped and shattered, flooding with a large amount of crimson and blue blood.

This road, led by Nuo Er, Ding Yue and others, is the most difficult road for the resistance.

After the evacuation of the large forces, the rebels quickly repaired, counted ammunition and combatable personnel, gathered support personnel and the wounded, and decided to start a full-scale war.

"Click-"

The helicopter hovered in the wind and rain, and the female reporter from the TV station opened the hatch and broadcast the current battle live, with the camera lens pointed at the midnight lights below.

"——The evening dispatch brings you the latest news..."

The young female reporter spoke quickly to the camera.

Her expression was a little frightened, and her eyes were full of disbelief, as if she didn't expect that someone would dare to cause turmoil in Baicheng.

Half of her body was drenched by the heavy rain. She hung in the cabin door and pointed the camera lens at the street below, where a black torrent of rebels was gathering.

"At three o'clock this morning, a resistance force of about a thousand people gathered in the Mogta Industrial Zone and led the crowd into the inner city.

"——From here we can see that the area adjacent to the inner city has been occupied, street stores have been smashed, smashed and looted, electrical facilities have been damaged, residents' houses have been invaded, and fires have begun in many areas.

“Baicheng has determined that this is a vicious incident—residents led by the Eleven Resistance Army did not obey the current city-state welfare and system and decided to gather in crowds to resist.

"A spokesman for the Peace Dove News Agency described the current situation as, [a free dance of the souls of the rebels]. The investors of the Bionic Group said, [This is a bold internal fight that defies the laws of the city-state. Those who resisted the White City will be suppressed].

"As of now, the vicious incidents are still unfolding, and the rebels are calling on residents around them to join the team. After the suppressing troops in the inner towns arrive at the scene, the two sides may exchange fire and turn this turmoil into a small war...

"In the next few hours, Baicheng TV will continue to provide you with reports..."

The female reporter's trembling voice sounded in every house through the sound transmission equipment.

The sound of gunfire was like thunder, waking up the sleeping residents. They turned on the TV sleepily, only to receive such horrific news.

——The rebels are pointing their swords at the inner city.

People have long been immersed in the peace and happiness of the city-state, and never thought that gunshots would be fired from within the city-state.

"Mom, why are there gunshots..."

"Don't be afraid, it's just an accident... Let's just hide in the room. Everything will be fine by tomorrow..."

This is a mother and daughter with the doors and windows locked. The girl is hiding in her mother's arms. The mother has her eyes closed and they are trembling.

The gunfire of the rebels was a bloody struggle against Baicheng and a provocation that trampled order and law underfoot.

People's eyes were blood red, they were wearing body armor like hard black beetles, and their soles were stained with blood. During the heavy rain, the gradually thin red color fell into the puddle. When the foot wearing leather boots fell, blood and rain splashed up together.

Resistance troops, like black beetles, kept flowing through the streets, loading boxes of resource boxes onto trucks.

Between the hazy fog and rain, the yellow truck headlights projected out, like two sharp lightsabers penetrating the darkness and shining into the distant future.

The roar sounded, the truck started, and the "Black Beetles" sitting on the truck raised their guns.

"Boom boom boom——!"

The headlights soared to the brightest level, like two cold stars in the dark night.

In the blood-red sight of the mechanical army,

——The truck was speeding straight into the inner city.

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Inner City, Central Bank.

"——Quick! Quick! Take this safe away too!"

"Don't stand in my way, don't stand in my way of getting rich!"

"Mom, where are you, mom-"

"So many banknotes, so much money! God, this is paradise! I am rich..."

The rebels keep moving forward, hoping to change the regime and fight for freedom and equality.

However, some Baicheng residents who had long been numb took advantage of the chaos and took advantage of the chaos to collect money.

Most people live a life of silence and despair. The so-called resignation is deep-rooted despair.

Crazy residents smashed windows and snatched banknotes from cabinets, their faces full of desire and ferocity.

Seeing that the war has begun and Baicheng is about to overthrow, this group of Baicheng residents who once despised the resistance army have abandoned their conscience and civilization in front of the money at their fingertips, and are as ugly as wild beasts.

The most precious part of "people" was trampled to pieces amid the gunfire and green banknotes scattered like heavy rain. They scrambled, cursed, fought, and made noises... like a group of dancing monkeys, birds and beasts in clothes.

Amidst the blazing gunfire, the defenders in sheep's clothing raised their torches,

In the name of "freedom" and "struggle", they point their swords at "the robin that brings the dawn".

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——Then their own glorious lives were burned up in a fire.