First Player

Chapter 733 Chapter 731 · "The first lilies of spring."

"Sir, the weapons resources in the dungeon are not sufficient. But Su Xiaobi is on our side."

"Once we obtain the Dawn System, she will terminate the defense of Doomsday City. And we will rush into the dungeon to release everyone, stabbing a sharp knife from the inside, straight into the inner city of Doomsday City."

In order to distinguish fakes from Su Ming'an. People began to call Su Mingan "sir" instead of "city lord".

"Yeah." Su Mingan nodded.

He walked out of the conference room. Dozens of sky vehicles fly diagonally toward the surface like strips of the Milky Way. The slanted buildings are coated with a cold sense of technology.

...And his shoulders slowly brushed against the flickering blue-purple mist, as if the morning mist in the mountains had been wiped away.

"Grandpa, where are you going?" Noah followed him.

"There are still two hours until the dinner time, so I'm going to make some preparations." Su Mingan said, "I know it well and will reserve time to change my dress."

"Hmm..." Noah hummed.

One after another, they cast long dark purple shadows on the wall.

The style of prosperity and decay is unbridled in this underground city. You can see non-mainstream young people singing with electric guitars and dancers choosing formal dresses everywhere. Human artistic cells have been suppressed for 71 years. Once out of control, art, music, dance... erupt like a volcano, gorgeous and full.

Freedom is a priceless gift from God, incomparable to all the riches buried underground or under the sea. The freedom hidden in the bones of human beings cannot be eradicated by any ideological rule.

When there is survival, one misses freedom; when there is no survival, one abandons freedom; sometimes one abandons survival for the sake of freedom. History advances in a spiral amidst repeated superposition and subtraction of contradictions, forming a civilization called humankind.

"What do you want to say?" Su Mingan realized that Noah had something to say.

Noah has always acted vigorously and resolutely, but he rarely looks so cautious. Noah thought about his words for a long time before speaking out:

"Are you tired?"

"Huh?" Su Mingan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Noah to ask such a question. He stared at Noah's blue eyes for three seconds before turning his gaze away: "I'm not tired."

"...Are you afraid?" Noah said again.

"Not afraid." Su Mingan said.

Why do the people around him always care about his mental state?

"That's weird." Noah blinked: "To be honest, I really want to see you scared, so that I can comfort you and tell you, go and rest when you are tired. If you are scared, you don't have to go." Feast. But you won’t give me a chance. You always make me feel...unreal. Like a person in an oil painting."

For some reason, Su Mingan made him feel... like a cold statue.

Like the silent black cat on his shoulder.

The buzz of an electric guitar filled my ears, and thunder snakes danced in the air.

Su Mingan stopped.

Noah's brilliant blond hair looked like the rising sun in the blue-purple mist, and the people on the street were vague shadows, giving people an unreal visual sense.

…It’s like they’re going to disappear at any moment.

Su Mingan noticed that Noah was becoming more and more sentimental. Before he left, Noah had inexplicably sworn allegiance to him. Considering Noah's age, people probably like to sigh a lot when they get older.

People whose favorability is forcibly raised to 100 points by those in power will actually care about others in this way.

"..."

Su Mingan raised his hand and handed his palm to Noah.

"What are you doing?" Noah was stunned.

"Come, shake hands." Su Mingan said.

Noah stretched out his hand with some confusion and held Su Mingan's palm. Even the heat in Noah's palm was higher than that of others.

"Are my hands warm?" Su Mingan said.

Noah was a little confused. He could feel the heat in Su Ming'an's palm and answered subconsciously:

"have."

"Does oil painting have temperature?" Su Mingan asked.

"No." Noah replied.

"Then what conclusion did you draw?" Su Mingan said.

"..."

Noah reacted quickly.

It was like lightning flashed through his mind, and he just paused for a moment before fireworks were set off in his sky-blue eyes. He likes this concise way of communicating, like interesting logical reasoning.

"I understand." Noah let go of his hand: "Sorry, you are not an oil painting. You are right in front of me."

"Um."

Su Mingan let go of his hand and silently ticked "Maintain NPC's goodwill" in his schedule. He has become accustomed to using different strategies to target different people. Works great every time.

Except for gods.

"Zizzi——"

Ten minutes later, a building complex composed of blue and purple electric tubes appeared in front of us, like a Rubik's cube twisted into irregular shapes.

Noel was waiting quietly at the door, wearing a white coat, and the surgical forceps in his hands had a cold sheen.

Su Mingan walked up to Noel.

"Coming?" Noel put away the surgical forceps.

Su Mingan nodded.

——Before going to the banquet, Su Mingan’s second trick was to ask Noel to put some chip devices into his body.

For example, a link device that can communicate instantly with the mysterious hacker "Team Mu" in a place with sufficient signal.

Although this body is Su Mingan's own in appearance, when he returns to the world of the Lord God, he will log out with the body of Akto, the City of Measurement, which means that his original body will not be affected in any way - in other words , his current body is more similar to "bionic body Su Ming'an".

So, there is no cost to undergo transformation with this disposable body.

The only danger is that Su Mingan cannot rule out the possibility of Noel's betrayal. Everything must be done with absolute caution. The burden in the world is too heavy, and there cannot be a 0.1% probability of failure. If Noel really laid a trap, Su Mingan would also have the last resort.

At this time, Noel happened to see Noah behind Su Mingan.

"Sure enough... it seems like it." Noel's eyes flickered like thorns for a moment. He is so similar to Noah. They both have similar blond hair and sky-blue eyes. They have the same lively and out-of-the-box temperament. They even have similar pronunciations of their names. However, Noel is a player, but Noah is the leader and one of the nine seats in Doomsday City.

"Grandpa, I still don't want you to go to the banquet." Noah didn't pay attention to Noel's gaze: "That fake city lord has suppressed everyone. Even if you reveal your identity, you may be persecuted..."

Su Mingan shook his head: "Go back and take action tonight."

Noah pursed his lips and did not try to persuade him any more. He just stared at him blankly like a golden retriever. Su Mingan turned around and prepared to enter the room.

"——Sir! Wait a moment!"

Suddenly, there was the sound of running in the distance. A girl with flaxen hair rushed over. She was neatly dressed in military uniform and held milky lilies in her arms.

"Sir! The white lily cultivated in the flower room has bloomed. This is the first flower we have successfully cultivated. I give it to you!" The girl raised the lily in her hand loudly and held it to Su Mingan who was standing by the door railing.

Su Mingan took the flowers.

The flower of love, the flower of purity, the flower of blessing.

People blessed by lilies are usually favored by everyone and can resist the temptation of the outside world, so as to remain uncontaminated. People took the lead in cultivating Akto's favorite flowers for his liking.

In the ruined world, flowers symbolize spring.

...It turns out that spring can also be born here.

"Thank you." Su Mingan said.

This is not a valuable flower. In the world of the Lord God, it is worth a lot of 0.1 points. But here, it symbolizes hope.

The girl showed a shy smile.

She is the granddaughter of Sen Kelstia, Spring Kelstia. She is sixteen years old this year. In terms of age, she is still the sister of Che and Yue Yue, working as a handyman in the flower house.

After learning that Bai Lily was opened, she ran all the way and was the first to deliver it to Su Ming'an.

"Sir, we want you to see the colors of spring," Chun said.

"Thank you, I'm very happy." Su Mingan said.

Chun Xiang received great encouragement and bowed heavily until Su Mingan closed the door.

"——Thank you! I wish you success!"

With a "click", the door closed. Noel washed his hands and put on white gloves:

"Su Ming'an, lie on the bed."

There was a flat bed under the bright operating light. Su Mingan placed the lilies on the table, and the iron frame made a harsh sound.

He heard Noel's voice:

"Su Ming'an, why do you think humans are humans because their bodies have no mechanical parts?"

"The reason why human beings are human beings is because they believe that they are human beings." Lying on the bed, Su Mingan replied: "When a person's self-awareness tells this person - 'You are a human being'. Then no one can deprive this person of Pursue independent power.”

"Is that so?" Noel nodded and started to be the Riddler: "It seems like someone is really lucky..."

The second half of his sentence was too quiet and Su Mingan didn't hear it.

The anesthetic penetrated the skin, and Su Mingan's senses were fogged, and he closed his eyes.

The blazing white light and the reflection of the scalpel shone brightly in the room. Noel pursed his lips tightly and looked extremely focused. He looked at the black-haired young man lying on the operating table and sewed one foreign object after another with extremely meticulous movements. The wounds on the body were pulled by silk threads that overlapped as tightly as spider webs.

Not of human flesh and blood, cold, foreign, hard. Those fine metal pieces, nails, and chips. Inlay them, connect them, implant them, sew them... Noel is like a painter, carefully painting the colors of each plate, painting the white paper with bright colors, and stitching together the fragmented bloody mouth in front of him bit by bit.

Like perfecting a broken piece of art, an incomplete statue.

Noel noticed that Su Mingan seemed to regard his body as a cold tool. Because it could be repaired, he would not feel pain. Since you're going back to the beginning, you won't feel intimidated.

The reason why Noel feels guilty about his children is because he knows deeply in his heart that humans are human beings because they use human bodies to act, think with human bodies, and feel and feel with human bodies. like. When matter itself changes, thoughts will inevitably shift. When part of the body is replaced with metal parts, humans will have misunderstandings about themselves.

If possible, Noel hopes that his scalpel will never be used on his teammates.

Yet it was used anyway, at the strong insistence of the other party.

An hour later, the lights dimmed and Noel threw the red-stained gloves into the trash.

"Snapped."

Like a magician, he snapped his fingers.

"Okay, wake up."

A second later, Su Mingan opened his eyes.

He moved his body without any hindrance.

"Is there a problem?" Noel said.

"No, it was very successful." Su Mingan said.

He took off his blood-stained clothes, put on the white suit he had prepared in advance, and pushed open the door with Lily in his arms.

"I wish you good luck, Su Mingan, the enemy is a god." Noel warned.

"I'm used to situations where the enemy is a god." Su Mingan shook his head and took a step forward——

He suddenly heard the rapid sound of wind and something heavy was coming towards him.

In an instant, his whole body flashed with light, preparing for spatial displacement——

But he forcibly stopped his actions. He saw clearly what the weight was.

"Bang!"

A heavy ringing sound.

A corpse fell in front of him.

Her flaxen hair fluttered, her flame-like pupils lost their luster, and half of her body was shattered by the impact of falling from the building, spilling out a large amount of dark red blood and broken internal organs——

The strong wind blew up Su Mingan's black hair and messed up the lilies in his arms.