Many years later, Song Ming stood on the edge of the vast universe and would definitely think of the world that was ruined by his words.

At that time, the earth was a civilized society with a population of 7 billion. Technology was changing with each passing day, and humans were full of confidence, as if they were given a thousand years to break through the universe. Song Ming was completely the opposite. He was an ignorant college student. He skipped classes during the day and worked as a tiring dog as a tragedy. At night, he called the wind and rain in the virtual game world, hugging left and right, enjoying the life of an emperor until one day-

Song Ming was forced to attend a regular class meeting, and the wheel of history rolled forward burst out with a loud blow.

"Bang!"

At some point, the head teacher appeared next to Song Ming like a ghost, and suddenly took away his phone where he was playing games. He smashed it to the ground with a bang, and said with a cold look:

"Do you come to play games in college? Are you going to move bricks all your life? You are confused all day long, a pool of mud cannot support the wall, and a piece of rat shit ruins a pot of porridge... Social scum like you, it is best to die in the game!"

The students looked at each other in an extremely awkward atmosphere.

Only Song Ming is another style of painting.

I saw him drooping his eyelids, leaning against the back of the chair, crossing his legs, and slowly taking out a yellow grass root from his arms, holding it casually at the edge of his mouth like smoking.

That expression seemed to have brought the game's style into reality to achieve a certain state of selflessness:

"What's wrong with me moving bricks all my life? What's wrong with my game life? Even if I work harder, I can compare to having a good father? Even if I work harder, I can work harder through the back door? If I move forward, I can catch up with the goddess who is tired of being played by the second generation? Don't tease the old classmate. For people like me who have no talent, life is just a garbage game. Fairness and simplicity in the game is my real world, so I will not die in the game world. I want to be in the game world - eternal life!"

The head teacher's face was stagnant, and he was choked by Song Ming's sudden middle-second line and couldn't speak, and even had the illusion that his glasses were about to be shattered by his sound waves:

"you!"

The classroom was silent, as if even the air had frozen.

At this moment—

A cold female voice like a mechanical falls from the sky and instantly covers the classroom, campus, mountains, rivers, deserts, lakes and seas, and even the entire earth. It sounds like a death knives, low and desolate:

[Ding - Warning! The system was revealed and the self-destruction program was started immediately.]

"ha?"

Before he could be surprised, Song Ming suddenly realized that the head teacher had collapsed directly in front of him.

No, it is not the kind of collapse you think, but the particles of the body are scattered and turned into a "collapse" like quicksand. The whole person pours down like a sand sculpture, and in a blink of an eye it turns into a pool of flowing data.

Song Ming was stunned and surprised him even more was that the one who collapsed with the class teacher was the one who collapsed with the class teacher—

Classmates, classrooms, campuses, cities, villages, forests, deserts, lakes, oceans... and even rapidly spread to the entire earth, as well as all the universes visible to the naked eye. The whole world turned into a vast ocean of data in a minute, with code flowing and tumbling, light and shadow flashing, illusory as a dream, desolate as a desert.

The pine sound suddenly looked like a lonely boat, in the waves of the sea of ​​data, with dull eyes and confused faces, and the yellow grass leaves fell from their lips:

"I'm rushing too much?"

What puzzled him was that his five senses and logical thinking were as clear as usual. He carefully recalled whether he had experienced lightning strikes, car accidents, cancer, plane accidents, falling off a cliff, or "YES/NO" that jumped out of the blue screen of the computer...

However, it did not.

This means this is not a dream, nor a time travel, nor a paradise or hell, this is a bloody reality!

"Does the world itself be virtual?"

Thinking of this, Song Ming took a breath of air conditioning:

"I just said it casually, and it's really a fucking secret? Well, even if the world is virtual, the problem is that since the virtual world collapses, I'm still alive?"

At this moment, the cold mechanical female voice resounded through the sky again:

[Ding-Host confirms, start casting body, welcome to the real world!]

...

In a blink of an eye, the sea of ​​data in front of me disappeared, and the "world" returned to Qingming.

Song Ming seemed to have opened up the five clear senses in an instant. He "sensated" that his muscles were tight, his bones were firm, and his blood flowed clearly in his body. The tiny hairs in his body were erected, as if they were numb as if they were static electricity. Every pore seemed to be as cool as breathing.

And he was now in a pit after the explosion.

In the center of the pit is a black iron host that has been blown up, mixed with thorny electric sparks, and some black fragments with complex textures are scattered around it, with cold light blue flames floating on it... It looks like it had just exploded.

"Is this the world I've lived in?"

Although there was no guilt in her heart, a faint bitterness appeared on Song Ming's face:

"I'm really a scumbag who has destroyed the world and saved myself... No, judging from the current situation, I'm sure I'm a scumbag. I have to say something else if I'm a person."

The bitterness flew in a flash, Song Ming's eyes sterned, and his long-lost heart gradually became excited:

"I hope this world is not as boring as the last one."

After saying that, he shivered all over and turned around and climbed up from the explosive pit.

A forest of pine trees with howling winds suddenly appeared in front of him.

The pine wood is as tall as a building, covering the sky and sun, rolling like waves in the strong wind; the pine needles are slender and clustered with green and blue, rustling in the wind; the pine nuts, as huge as lotus, hang under the branches one by one, as blue as purple, scattering the fragrance of pine nuts in the breeze; and deep in the pine forest, the strong wind gradually silences, unknown wild flowers and grass poke their heads out on the soft land, bringing out the refreshing and sorrow of the soil; the vines crawl like snakes, interspersing in it, as if they could hear hissing sounds.

Song Ming opened his eyes in surprise, and the wind blew, lifted up his thin, messy short hair, what he saw, what he heard, what he heard, what he smelled, what his hair felt, all the details were revealed in a tiny detail, real and sensible, as if the gauze that was separated between people and things was removed, and it seemed that he had touched the faintest connection between people and things in the world.

The sixth sense.

Song Ming bent down comfortably, grabbed a blade of grass and held it in his mouth to enjoy the smoking. He closed his eyes and "swallowed" and couldn't help feeling relaxed:

"I didn't expect that I could experience such a perfect sense of reality in this life. It's a pity that I am still alone in this 'real world'. If I have a system like in the game, it would be perfect."

At this moment, the mechanically cold female voice suddenly rang in his mind:

[Ding--The body is casting, the ‘90,000-year voluntary cultivation system’ is launched.]

Song Ming was surprised and his eyes suddenly opened:

"What the hell is the voluntary cultivation? So this is a world of fairy tales... Wait, how did this mechanical female voice move from heaven to her mind? Is this the so-called physical world? But why can the physical world allow me to bring my own system? In this way, I probably can't be considered a human being... There is no flawless reasoning, but I don't know why I am a little sad? Well, I think so, it doesn't matter at all. Since I have the system magic, it seems that I am going to live a God-like life again, and I seem to see eternal life waving to me... Unconsciously, life suddenly becomes energetic!"

At this moment—

A rapid black shadow fell from the sky, and the terrifying long mouth passed through the pine branches. The bloody mouth suddenly opened, swallowing Song Ming suddenly.

Before he could react, Song Ming felt his eyes turn black and his whole body suddenly became poured into the beast's belly. After a moment, the mucus was wrapped around him, making him unable to move. A strong sour smell came to his nose, making him feel disgusted.

"I was swallowed as soon as I appeared?"

Song Ming was deeply impressed by this sudden abnormal plot.

But he had no fluctuations in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh, because according to the routine, the next step should be the "Golden Finger" to appear. Thinking of this, he tapped his fingers on his head and shouted intently:

"The system is about to get out of here!"

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Chapter completed!