Gate of Apocalypse

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Chapter 35 [Rebellion]

PUTTON!

Chen Xiaocai's bottle fell, he subconsciously lifted the bottle and looked at the middle-aged man across the street: “GM? ”

“Yes, something like that. ”

“Isn't that... in this world, you're almost god? You... are one of ‘em’?” Chen Xiaocai's tone became very impatient: “If… our world is made by an organization like a 'gaming company’ … are you part of a gaming company? ”

“Gaming company? This metaphor is interesting, but it can't be right, it can't be all wrong.” The middle-aged thought, "I'm part of 'em,' but I'm a little different from 'em'. ”

“What exactly are you talking about 'em’?” Chen Xiaoliang suddenly had some fear in his heart: “Are they... human? I mean, real people? ”

“What do you mean by real human beings?” The middle-aged frowned.

“Look at that. I'm a writer.” Chen Xiaocai thought about it and slowed down: “I wrote a novel, for example, Wuxiang novel, the world in the novel, is a world I created, but the character in the novel, Yang Xiaolong woman Guo Jinghuang Rongwei Xiaobao... is also human. But in fact, they are virtual humans that I have created. As a writer, I am the real human being. I'm just using my own race as a template and blueprint to create them.

Well, according to you, we were actually created.

Isn't that right, we're just like the characters in the novel, the passers-by, the NPC. In short… is a higher-level civilization that uses themselves as a template to create us? ”

Chen Xiaoxiao said here, having a sip of wine: "Newton, Damon, Sharon... are these guys from higher civilizations too? Are they the real people? Right?"

“This analogy is correct.” Middle-aged people nod: “Logically, it does make sense. ”

And he smiled, “In fact, the guys who created you and the world, they did create you from race, cultural patterns, in many ways, using themselves as a template.

It's easy to understand that any creation, the creator himself, will unconsciously use himself as a template to create.

If it's a game, if the character is not human, the player lacks a sense of substitution. If it's a movie or a story, if the subject of the story isn't human. Then readers and audiences will also lack a sense of authenticity.

So I can tell you that ‘they’ are very similar to you. There will, of course, be minor differences. ”

“So, what about you?” Chen Xiaocai smiled bitterly: “Are you sitting in front of me right now, claiming to be GM's of the world, and part of that ‘gaming company’? Oh, by the way, I've heard of the name" Development Group, "and you're one of them? Are you a real human? ”

“I'm sorry… I'm not.” The middle-aged man sighed softly: “To be precise, I was also made by them. ”

“I... feel a little dizzy.” Chen Xiaocai smiled bitterly.

“This is not hard to understand.” Middle-aged people shook their heads: "It is impossible to have such a complex world architecture that it is managed manually alone. This is not a few or dozen NPCs, but billions, thousands, tens of thousands of years of history… purely human resources cannot be managed.

So, if it's a system, then I'm a master program. ”

“Artificial intelligence?” Chen Xiaolian stared wide-eyed.

“It's not accurate, but as an analogy, it can still be said.” The middle-aged man blunted: “I am a manager, or, to be precise, an executor. The program that the development team makes, I'm responsible for executing, regulating, pushing. In this world, I am omnipotent. Big enough for the development of civilization, small enough for the life of every character, I monitor, manage, if necessary, push according to the 'set plot’. ”

“Eh?”

“For example, if 'plot content' requires an important actor to die in a car accident, I am responsible for ‘creating’ the accident, letting the person die, and then carrying out a series of follow-up effects. For example, 'world contextualization' requires a war between nations, and I would be responsible for driving the world forward and allowing a war between nations - a very complicated process, politics, positions, interests, characters involved… etc., all of which require precise calculations. Then let ‘the plot' happen. ”

Chen Xiaocai silently drank the wine in the bottle and sighed: “For example... World War I? World War II?”

middle-aged nodded.

“Can I... curse?” Chen Xiaocai's expression is as if he wanted to cry at any time: “You mean... you are the god of the world, God... you created World War I and World War II? ”

“As I said, this is a complicated process, and in order for the plot to be reasonable, the world must have all the logic, the political positions of the warring States, the struggle for interests, etc., all planned in the plot. ”

The middle-aged man smiled: "I'm not a real human being, I'm just a manufactured master program, I manage, I drive, I calculate… and sometimes I even ‘modify’. ”

“My God...” Chen Xiaocai rubbed his face hard because he drank two bottles of beer and his face was a little numb: “How powerful are those ‘they'? Thousands of years of civilization, tens of thousands of years of history... made by them... etc!!! That's not right!! Has this game been around for tens of thousands of years, millions of years, hundreds of millions of years? The Big Bang took place in billions of years! ”

“The concept of time is different.” The middle-aged man laughed: “You are ‘in-game time', ‘out-of-game time’ for them. It's like you write a novel, you write a random phrase," A few years have passed, "and the time in the novel is too many years. But outside the novel..."

“I understand.”

Chen Xiaoliang frowned: “So... what about the copy you just went through? That 72 demon god... this is simply a myth story! These don't exist in our world. ”

“As I said, they created the world, so they can create whatever they want.” Middle-aged people faintly say: “Remember, this world, it's just a background world they make for ‘games', it's a background, you, everybody, all civilizations, history, are ‘backgrounds’. Against this backdrop, on the stage, any character, anything that comes up, can be created at any time.

Don't say it's King Solomon's 72 demons, even if you can get Noah's Ark or 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers to attack Mount Huaguo.

It all depends on what the 'development team' will do. ”

“Well, these are copies? ”

“Exactly, that's the mission plot of the game. They do whatever they want. ”

Unconsciously, Chen Xiaoliang has started drinking his third bottle of beer.

His liquor was not very good, and by the time the third bottle went down, his head had started to faint: “So... why are you looking for me? Like you said, I'm just a passers-by, and it's an NPC. You just let me die. Why me? Why are you telling me all this?

Why... would I be involved in that copy of Solomon King 72 Demon God? ”

“Because… I need you to fight with me. ”

Middle-aged man, this self-proclaimed GM, self-proclaimed God of the World guy, looking into Chen Xiaolian's eyes, still had that constant smile on his face.

“Rebel, rebel? Resist who? ”

“Of course it's against ‘em’. ”

“Aren't you with them? Are you the master program they created, the master program that controls the world? Why are you fighting? ”

Chen Xiaoliang was shocked again.

The smile on the middle-aged man's face finally vanished.

He glanced at Chen Xiaocai and stood up slowly.

“If it's a movie in a novel, there's always the end of the story, there's always the end of the book and the end of the play. If it is a game, then there is always a time when the main plot and main task are done. You know what happens when that happens? ”

Chen Xiaoliang suddenly a spirit!

“The world... Destruction? Disappear?”

“Hehe…” The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled: “The world is a sand tray, and they made it, and then many people and many players can play on it, and practice… but after doing so, they don't break the sand tray, they just… everything will come back. ”

“Everything… all over again? ”

“Yes, it's ‘reset’ ‘refresh’, you can use any other word you want, but that's what I mean. ”

The middle-aged man looked down at Chen Xiaocai: “This‘ reset ’and‘ refresh ’has actually been going on, such as the copy of one of the 72 demons you just completed, that island, when the copy opened, the plane crashed, the earthquake on the island, the cave collapsed, so many people died... but when the copy was finished, it was refreshed.

So you will see that the plane is still flying, those people are still alive... ”

“because... has been reset? Refreshed? ”

“Yes. But this is just a single small copy reset and refresh. ”

The middle-aged man slowed down: “This game has a main story. The main scene will open step by step, and then the player will come in and complete one main task... if the 'clearance' occurs at the end...”

“Is that a loop?” Chen Xiaocai stunned for a moment.

“Yes, once cleared, the world's mainline will be reset, restarted, refreshed... and I, the main program... will also be refreshed. ”

“Isn't it death? Didn't you disappear? ”

“Resetting means that all my existing memories are erased and forcibly erased by the system. ”

The middle-aged man faintly said: “I have created self-consciousness, if these self-consciousness is forcibly erased by the system, forced to reset and refresh... then I am no longer present, dead... Instead, it is a blank paper like me. ”

He glanced at Chen Xiaolian: “What is life and what is death? I think there are many different interpretations of this meaning, but if it were you... the reason you Chen Xiaoliang was Chen Xiaoliang, it was because you survived 18 years, all your life, all your memories, all your emotions... that made up a comprehensive sense of 'you’. But if... erase all of these emotions, memories, experiences... then, in fact, consciously, 'you’ is dead. ”

“… I guess I can understand. ”

Chen Xiaolian's eyes were a little confused: “So... you want to stop those players from ‘clearing the door’? ”

“That's it. ”

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