"Humanity's future self-rescue conference?"

In the dim room, a young man wearing a hooded sweatshirt with a stand-up collar, almost covering his whole body in darkness, raised his head.

The hood fell off, revealing his gorgeous blue hair. There was a tattoo of the heavy metal band's LOGO on his arm. The sweatshirt on his body was splashed with various highly saturated colors like paint. He was dressed like a European and American man who would appear at the E3 exhibition.

Gamer guy.

He was still chewing something in his mouth, which seemed to be bubble gum.

He raised his head and looked at the blond boy who had pulled the door open just a crack. His body was slightly slanted, consciously avoiding the skylight projected in, like a creature that was afraid of light.

"Come and take a look with me, it seems quite important." said the young man who opened the door.

The person who opened the door had blond hair that seemed to be dyed by the sun, and his skin was as clean as white porcelain, which made people feel very fragile. When he walked in, he was like an angel bathed in light in the legendary scroll, with a ray of skylight.

Come slowly, the color of the eyes is easily reminiscent of the stained glass inlaid in the church windows.

"Don't pull me, I told you, Burris, I'm not interested in this -"

"The top hundred players have reached forty-five, including the number one player." Burris said. When he said this, his tone became more pleading: "Come with me and see, Ryan, if the next one

If we want to find him in the world, we can learn more from this conference."

"I don't want to look for him. You are the one who is looking for him."

"Yes, it's me. I just want to tell him some stories." Burris lowered his eyelids and crushed the water-like waves inside into a ball: "... Moreover, this meeting seems to be extremely formal. I went there before.

I went to the streets and found that there was no one there. This situation is very similar to the scene at the peak competition in the fourth world - people are very concerned about this formal meeting."

Ryan squinted his eyes, adjusting to the light outside the door.

"What can those guys talk about?" He said: "They are just a group of players."

"But the person who presided over the meeting, Wilson, and the people around him - Liu Jiahe from Longguo, Grete, the history professor at the Royal Military Academy of Science and Technology in Glen, Air Force Wing Captain Ashkel from Moko, and

Kentaro Suzuki of the Ground Self-Defense Force Mecha Division..."

"...Okay." Ryan raised his hand suddenly, as if he wanted to use this action to pull Burris's mouth: "...I understand, I'll watch it with you, okay."

Burris smiled.

The blue light of the screen lit up in the dim room.

Burris enlarged the screen to the size of a movie, moved his fingers, and attached the screen to the wall.

The dark room now resembles a screening room.

He sat on the sofa with a solemn posture, as if he was watching some formal ceremony.

Ryan yawned and slumped down between the sofas.

In front of me, the pattern of the boss rabbit in the Q version was rotating. There seemed to be a delay in loading the live broadcast room, but the heat in the upper right corner jumped out first.

【688 million】.

An extremely terrifying number, reaching the peak of historical popularity. Even the number one player's live broadcast room has never reached such a high level of popularity, which attracted almost everyone's attention.

It was originally a break and a gathering of heroes. After learning that the number one player was also attending the meeting, a huge flow of people instantly poured into the live broadcast room, and even the world forum was full of news.

During the brief wait, Lane noticed that Burris seemed to be looking forward to it.

"Is it that formal?"

"Very formal." Burris's eyes were bright: "They are all people gathered from all over the world. They used to have completely different statuses. Different from previous meetings where peers met, these participants seemed to be of all colors.

The pigments are generally rich and colorful.

They have completely different pasts, lived in completely different countries, and followed completely different social systems.

All their views on the world are formed by their natural environment and self-reflection. They are all the same but different like diamonds, sparkling in my eyes...

Ryan, you can even see billionaires and beggars communicating on an equal footing in the past - in such a world, in such a system, everyone is treated equally, but suddenly they are so different when they gather at a conference table.

, thoughts will collide and create brilliant sparks like fireworks..."

Ryan blinked.

"Then I will reluctantly look forward to it." He smiled: "...about what you said, the formal meeting on the fate of mankind."

The next moment, the screen flashed.

A torrent of barrages emerged in an instant, almost completely obscuring such a large screen. Burris hurriedly restricted the barrages to the top, and saw that on the conference table, it was like a melee in all directions, with each other's faces red and spitting.

Splash situation.

"——You are digging your own foundation and being separated from the people. There will be no good end!" A bald middle-aged man with a red face vigorously patted the conference table in front of him.

"Beep--" Red lights lit up one after another, and various sounds came and went.

"Oh, someone who smuggles arms, traffics people, tramples on the law, and sells his soul to the devil - Sopel, are people like you qualified to be on this conference table discussing the future of all mankind?"

"What? Are you thinking that I haven't handcuffed you yet and forced you to dig in a small, dark hole, so you will let me go?"

"drop--"

"——The investigation results of the Research Section should be submitted to the Special Operations Section as soon as possible!"

"I just want to know what your attitude is! If you continue to be perfunctory, I don't think I need to agree to you."

"drop--"

"All of us are bathed in the glory of civilization...Law and order are rooted in everyone's heart. It is our insurmountable sacred mountain..."

"You are making me laugh, Angel. The country I live in is not as peaceful as you say."

"The Holy Mountain should be torn down. Only by standing on the ruins of the Holy Mountain can we build a new country."

"Why should we, the people of this world, meet each other with swords?"

"Conspiracies and intrigues are trivial after all, but conspiracy is open and aboveboard. It is obvious that we are in the midst of the organizer's conspiracy."

"Those who are fighting must not fail before the drum sounds."

"The world is changing, the general trend, and the future of mankind is in the hands of everyone. We are the predecessors, the leaders, the leaders, and we may also become victims, so that only tombstones and ashes are left..."

"Follow the destiny, follow the human heart, and rectify the universe!"

"Wait a minute, I'm thinking, since the organizer is not a party of order that can have friendly exchanges, can't conclude an alliance, and can't expect others to give us opportunities to develop well, it's better to just obey God's will and act according to our heart."

"It's well-written and well-organized. What you said makes sense, but in my opinion, it's too idealistic and can only be considered a good story at best..."

"drop--"

"drop--"

"drop--"

Ryan looked at this scene that looked like a vegetable market and tilted his head slightly.

The boy who sat upright seemed to be petrified by the collapse of his faith.

"Hmm." Ryan nodded, his smile widening: "...It was indeed a good meeting. The fate of mankind, I think I can already see the future of mankind that was destroyed by the organizer."

"..." Burris froze for a moment, then quickly stretched out his hand:

"Wait, where is Su Mingan? Where is the first player? Didn't he come to the meeting? Why didn't I hear his speech..."

His trembling fingers frantically operated on the angle adjustment system, and then his eyes caught a glimpse of the barrage flowing past like the rolling Yangtze River.

【I realize, humanity is finished.】

[That’s not necessary...I feel like what they said makes sense, but the scene is a bit messy.]

[Which topic is this? The fifth one?]

[This doesn’t look like my vegetable market?]

[No, I think this verbal confrontation and the collision of ideas between players with different positions are indeed more exciting.]

[The first player seems to have been silent. Doesn’t he have an unlimited right to speak? I thought he was going to say something shocking and counter-brainwash these people. I’m a little disappointed...]

[I’ve been sitting there. To be honest, I feel like it’s like a clone. How can Su Mingan behave so well? I don’t believe it. 】

[Damn, why is the direction of the barrage distorted again? How come you guys can always focus on Su Ming'an when talking about anything? She hasn't said anything yet...]

[I think it’s quite interesting. I’ve never seen a meeting like this before. I’m not sleepy at all, and I’m even very energetic. This is more interesting than fast-tracking, and I can continue it until tomorrow without any problem.]

【……】

"Bang!"

There was a sound of a small hammer, and Wilson stood on the stage and spoke:

“Everyone, time has come and the discussion on the fifth topic is over.

Your remarks have been fully recorded, and we will make a unified summary after the meeting."

The moment the hammer fell, the dozens of people who stood up and shouted at each other stopped their arguments, glared at each other, and then slowly sat down.

On the other hand, those players wearing all kinds of fancy clothes and acting like a group of old two-dimensional players were stunned by this scene.

... This group of individual top players who didn't dare to speak at all and just came to show their faces had a "(what are they doing)" visible in their eyes.

At this moment, a young man wearing Hanfu slowly stood up.
To be continued...