I Was Once a Legend

In the core, the six-winged fallen angel Abulaxas with blue-faced fangs held a sword and a shield, watching Dong Zheng push open the door of the golden palace.

I bless the dead.Everything will be destroyed.

The soft light poured out of the temple, Dong Zhengmai stepped forward, in the vast temple, evolutionary algorithm, naive Bayes, data compression, Diffie-Hellman key exchange algorithm... These abilities that he acquired step by step are already concrete Turned into a certain framework, around the star debris flowing around.

The space on the second floor is still closed. Dong Zheng did not make a forcible breakthrough. He sat on the stairs and looked at the abilities he had acquired silently.Star dust slowly condensed into a mirror, and began to reproduce the pictures in Dong Zheng's memory, recounting the experience of each branch.

In the beginning, he was going to hunt down evil spirits and meet caves that smelled sweet and rotten, from which he obtained stone figures and an ancient book, clothes for adult men, red embroidered shoes for little girls, corpses in walls, and bones buried outside.

The caravan from the big food came into contact with the villagers and contracted the plague. The horse was scared and killed by Xie Zuo.

The returning villager died halfway down, was sacrificed by the village to the devil girl, and the big red unfit wedding dress could not take her to the last link anyway.

There are no misfortunes in the village, dense fog that diffuses after nightfall, unknown mysterious footprints, evil deities in temples, stone monuments and caves that will always appear when you get lost, bringing them into the stone chamber as always.

No matter how you look, there is really no other way out.

Dong Zheng's thumb and index finger rubbed against each other, and his body was fast asleep in the stone room.According to the observation of these days and Ren Heming's affirmation, the stone room is a safe house, which is a place for them to rest after the end of one cycle and before the start of the next cycle.

Dong Zheng sighed. He and Ren Heming tried almost every conceivable method, including not chasing evil spirits at the beginning, staying in place, or returning from the same path. However, the dense fog will come every time the sun goes down. The hole will always be around, waiting for them to enter.

What if I don’t go in?

If you don’t go in, the night will never end.

It seems that these things have already been set by a supreme existence. It has written a script and captured two actors. No matter how the actors play, they can't break free from the constraints of the script.

...

Wait, script?

Dong Zheng's eyes were stagnant, and a trivial little thought instantly brought inspiration. He stood up suddenly, and his figure disappeared into the palace without warning.

Dong Zheng opened his eyes, and despite his sleepiness, he was full of spirit.He sat up on the ground on a sit-up, shook Ren Heming beside him, and whispered: "Have you ever thought that all of what we have experienced is a script?"

"...Huh?" Ren Heming was so sleepy, he was so sleepy that his whole face was wrinkled and only his left eye was slit, "What? Script, of course, the box has a plot set, or else we will Play with yarn?"

He will close his eyes peacefully again.

"I don't mean that." Dong Zheng broke his shoulders to prevent Ren Heming from going to sleep. "If we say, even both of us are characters set in the script?"

"Huh?" Ren Heming saw Dong Zheng knowing that he couldn't sleep anymore. He sighed secretly in his heart, rubbed his face hard and opened his eyes, earnestly, "You say it again?"

"We still have the way that those people in the past can't find out because the creatures in the low-dimensional world can never understand the high-dimensional world. The world we are in is just a moment of a world one dimension higher than us. projection."

Dong Zheng tried his best to express the thoughts in his brain as follows: "For example, this world is a book, and the two of us are the characters in the book. They are in two dimensions, and all their behaviors are written. Librarians who have created a test in a three-dimensional world can read books, rewrite plots, and observe or influence our experience, so no matter how we choose, it will only lead to the only ending."

Ren Heming immediately understood what Dong Zheng meant: "If we want to leave, we must go out of the books and rise to a higher-dimensional world?"

"Correct."

"But how do you do it? As you said, creatures in low latitudes can't understand the high dimension at all, we can't understand how all these experiences are written, and we can't break away at all."

"But in fact, we don't have to really upgrade the dimension, we just need to lie to the writer and make it think we can break through." Dong Zhengdao said, "It's like everything in the computer is made up of 0 and 1. Composed of, this can be regarded as one-dimensional, and the binary code composed of 0 and 1 corresponds to pixels, and many pixels are combined together to form an image, which is two-dimensional. Many many pictures are played continuously one by one It becomes a video and rises to three-dimensional. The computer uses only 0 and 1 symbols to perfectly simulate text, sound, pictures, video and even more forms. It simulates clever enough to deceive people. "

Ren Heming frowned as he listened. He always felt that Dong Zheng was not right. He wanted to lie to the writer, and then?Will it be over as long as you lie to it?

But Ren Heming still asked: "What are you going to do?"

Whether he is right or not, just try it whenever possible.

"We need to find a suitable medium. After we find it, let me give the rest." Dong Zheng's tone gradually became firm. "You have experienced so many times in this reincarnation, do you think that thing may be Our simulated medium?"

"The word "medium" is too abstract, but if you insist on saying...it looks more like it." Ren Heming lifted his chin to the statue on the table. "One is that thing, and the other is--"

The two eyes met, and they understood the same thing. Ren Heming smiled briefly. He stood up and moved his muscles, lazily picked up the embroidered spring knife: "Come on, walk with you again."

Cui Zuojing stared at the book in front of him, his face full of surprise, those words were moving above the paper.

The Chinese characters ran from one place to another as if there were life, and they merged with other words to form words, or to form simple images. Cui Zuojing was surprised by this mysterious book. He looked closely and recognized the composition of flowing Chinese characters. sentence.

[Lao Qi and his brother walked down the cave one after the other. The sweet, rotten smell lingered on the side of their noses. The two held their breaths and looked around with the light of the flame.

There are not many things in the cave. A wooden table is placed against the wall. Some grass paper is scattered on it, and some ghost-like things are painted on it. I don’t know how long it will break when I touch it. Several wooden boxes are in the corner. The lock has been Corroded.

[Lao Qi broke the lock without much effort. He opened the box. The dust was flying. He held his breath. He lifted the clothes on it and found a line of books at the bottom of the box.

The book is thin, but the paper is still very soft.

Oh my God?

Cui Zuojing opened his eyes wide, and the words flowed as if the reader had followed the two protagonists in the book to experience the story together.When the text was written to the last line of this page, Cui Zuojing turned the page in advance and found that there were many lines on the following page. The old seven and his brother met the body of the convoy and rescued the girl in danger.

And the text on the previous page also spread to the next page at this moment, the moving text squeezed the original Chinese characters on the page, and the new storyline was written one after another-after the seven bodies and the brothers passed the carcass, With the fire spell, he drove away the brown bear, and the girl's figure disappeared in the woods.

The original plot was gradually replaced, and the new story was written again. Cui Zuojing gazed fascinatingly at what was happening in the book, watching Lao Qi and his brother lost in the mist of the night and entering the cave next to the stele.

Then the flow of text stopped.

["Now? I've got it, what do we need to do?" Brother stood on the steps, holding the fire-folder, and the old seven took out the book he found in the cave box and turned a page casually.

To be honest, Ren Heming, the obsessed book, has studied with his fellow brother countless times before. He is a cryptographer and he is very sensitive to text symbols and numeric symbols. This is the case with Rao. What a secret.

"The book is just a medium." Dong Zheng holding the book, he closed his eyes, his thoughts sinking into the core, a pure white core in the center, Arabidopsis is still growing, its top is full of small white flowers, full of vitality The slender stems stood up, as proud and energetic as the teenager.

What is needed to build a world?

The first is the law.

Conservation of mass, conservation of charge, conservation of energy.

Plus the classic laws of mechanics, the three laws of thermodynamics, quantum mechanics, electromagnetics...

The foundation of the world's operation is built, and a fairly powerful physics engine is formed under the calculation of the kernel.

Then there are the components: the sky, the earth, the forest, the mountains, the streams, the dense fog, and the steles and burrows. A series of codes are written and run. A perfect simulation of the surrounding world is formed in the kernel.Down the steps, there is a long corridor deep in the cave. At the end of the corridor is a stone door with a pattern of the girl sacrificed.

In the middle of the tunnel, the wall tiles collapsed silently from somewhere, forming a hole out of thin air, leading to the unknown place in the dark.

A new, unprecedented branch option.

Dong Zheng spent half an hour to build the scene in the kernel exactly like his surroundings. He closed his eyes and grabbed Ren Heming's wrist. The communication protocol formed by Diffie-Hellman allowed the two to communicate directly at the level of consciousness. He completely relaxed his mind as he said beforehand.

The information highway extending from Dong Zheng's core and Ren Heming's "core" are connected together. His consciousness rides on the data stream, completes identification, passes through the firewall, enters Dong Zheng's core, and enters the world he created.

The conscious bodies of the two stood on the steps, stepped to the bottom, entered the passage, and reached the opening that did not exist.

"Go."

They got in.

[They walked through a narrow and almost endless passage, and no one knew where the end point was, but this long reincarnation was finally broken at this moment.

Cui Zuojing stared at this line of dancing text on the pages of the book, and suddenly it felt like it was going to fly out like this.

The text flows, and at a certain moment, "Lao Qi" and "Brother" disappear, and a book suddenly loses its protagonist.

A drop of blood fell on the book, saturated with paper, and Cui Zuojing froze for a moment before realizing it was his nosebleed.

Then the next second, light spewed from the book.

Cui Zuojing flicked his head and almost pulled out of the chair. The familiar figure appeared out of thin air. Because the book was placed on Cui Zuojing's lap, the person inside almost got pressed on him when he got out.

Cui Zuojing was about to fall backwards unsteadily. Dong Zheng immediately reached out and grabbed his wrist, and brought the young man into his arms.

The book fell to the ground, all the text disappeared, leaving only a blank space, and the bright blood stains.

The familiar smell in the man's body poured into his nasal cavity. Cui Zuojing's heart finally dropped, and he subconsciously hugged Dong Zheng's waist, rubbed his nose on Dong Zheng's shoulder, raised his head, and lifted a brilliant Smile.

"It's much faster than I thought."

Dong Zheng lowered his head and gently printed a kiss on Cui Zuojing's forehead. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't even make a sound, and the arm around his back was weak.

Blood flowed from his ears and nostrils. When the world formed in the inner core collapsed, Dong Zheng could no longer support it and fell down heavily.

The author has something to say: Before writing this chapter: I already understand what I mean!I have it in my head!I'm so good!

At the time of writing: ...Isn't this right?What am I talking about?

After writing: you understand a fart!You understand a fart!QAQ

So this chapter is not surprisingly because my ability is not logical enough to die, but everyone just looks good!Shuang is finished!(Exhausted)

Because my head is really cold, before the IQ upgrade, I guess I can’t understand it temporarily