In the dream, the Night City is still bustling with traffic and bright lights.
The young Tang Anran was sitting on the top of the tallest building in Night City, with his legs dangling outside the rooftop and swaying in the wind, with a sad look on his little face.
"These damn players are really not human beings. They always try to find ways to cause trouble for others." Tang Anran sighed sadly and said to himself: "How could my dad regain his memory like this?"
Why
How about having a good talk with Uncle Mikkelsen? He has so many ideas, maybe he can come up with a way to get the best of both worlds.
But Tang Anran had second thoughts and thought that after letting his father know that he had been caught, he went to cooperate with Mikkelsen and left him alone. It was probably not something that could be resolved by a simple family dispute.
Why
Tang Anran sighed for an unknown number of times. Sometimes he couldn't figure out the tricks of those players. At least what the generous lady wanted to do and what her purpose was, Tang Anran couldn't guess.
The only thing that is certain is that the generous lady has different interests from other players, and even the company behind the player and the three major committees. At least after the Apocalypse Day, she stood up at several key points and secretly helped Tang.
Give them a guitar.
But at the same time, Tang Anran can also be sure that Mrs. Generosity is definitely not a 'good person'. During the period of great storms after the Apocalypse, if it hadn't been for Mrs. Generosity's insistence, I am afraid that this world would have completed its decoupling from the mother world, and completely
Get rid of the players.
Therefore, Tang Anran deduced that Madam Generous must have other thoughts about her father. Maybe Madam Generous, like Dr. Wu, is waiting for the day when her father is sent to the mother world, but their purpose is
It's definitely completely different.
So what to do now?
Tang Ji recovered part of his memory, and Tang Ran knew this better than anyone else, because the moment Tang Ji recovered his memory, nearly half of Tang Anran's control over the storm was taken away in an instant.
Although the great storm has already tended to subside, it is now more of an interference with the normal use of supernatural abilities on a global scale, and will not cause more additional damage to the surface and the creatures on the surface, but its historical significance
Not quite finished yet.
For this reason, Tang Anran had to engage in a "battle" with his father among the lowest levels of authority in the world. Of course, Tang Anran felt that his father might not even realize that such a battle was taking place.
His father Tang Ji has never been very sensitive in this regard. Just like several other Seven Deadly Sins who have advanced to the LV3 stage, such as Uncle Mikkelsen and Uncle Wolfgang, they have vaguely realized that their abilities can be improved to a certain extent.
When he interfered with the underlying logic of the world, his father still didn't notice it at all.
However, it may be precisely because Tang Ji is so focused on his 'career', going further and further on his own path, and becoming more and more consistent with the nature of rage, that he can catch up from behind and become the most powerful among all the Seven Deadly Sins.
that one.
As for being behind in other aspects, it doesn't matter. Anyway, he still has a good son. Tang Anran sighed again, feeling that he had paid too much for this family and this world, and had to bear too much. For example, right now, he
I feel that I can't escape the love education from Tang Ji.
"You haven't decided whether to admit your mistake to your father?" The old man Edward appeared next to Tang Anran. This was his dream. Tang Anran had been with him in recent times.
Hearing Edward's words, Tang Anran smiled sarcastically and did not answer.
Although Tang Anran is sensible early, he is still a child after all, and he is still a child with a lot of character. Considering that the three people who have had the greatest influence on him in his life experience are Tang Ji, Wu Qianying and Mikkelsen, so
No matter how twisted his character is, no one will be surprised.
"I think I did nothing wrong, I just looked further than them." Tang Anran defended somewhat hesitantly.
But there was one thing he really couldn't defend. Tang Anran felt a little ashamed of Dr. Wu Qianying. He chose the former between his biological mother and his 'adoptive mother', even though what he pulled back in Tang Ji's dream was just a time projection.
Not Angelina in the true sense, but he still made his choice.
"You are just a child, you don't need to carry so much, no one will blame you." Edward knew that he was just a mortal and could not intervene in many things. For example, now he did not understand what Tang Anran did at all.
How are these things done?
He rebuilt the destroyed Night City from the ruins. This city did not look like an illusory existence in a dream, it seemed as if it had been transported from another world.
Here, there are no superhuman beings in the world, let alone players. The federal government is still in a state of half-death, and the super corporations compete with each other every day to see who is the ultimate representative of capitalism.
It is even developing along its own timeline. There are no eternal legends in Night City, only old legends that have become new cocktails in the bar and cannon fodder who are working hard to become new legends.
Although Edward is not a superhuman, he also knows that supernatural abilities have limits. An ordinary superhuman cannot create such a real world in a dream. He even flew to other cities in his dreams.
It's equally true there.
"If I was just a child, I would have died in the first year of my life, Grandpa Edward." Tang Anran smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly: "I have been given some special missions by this world, and I have been burdened with some special responsibilities.
Responsibility, my choice will determine the fate of many people."
"And now I just hope that my idiot dad can be treated kindly by fate, and I am trying my best to reorganize his fate line." Tang Anran said with some frustration: "But his fate line is too stubborn, like
Like him himself, every slight change is so difficult and always costs me more."
"But he is still your father. I think sometimes you need to respect his choice." Edward was completely unable to understand what Tang Anran described, but this did not prevent him from understanding Tang Ji.
"Your father seems to be a very violent man. His face alone can scare those street warriors from breathing." When he said this, Edward couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't remember how many times he had done this.
I saw Tang Ji staring at those street fighters with a cold face, and then relying on his reputation to get things done.
"But he," Edward sighed, but still said, "I'm afraid he is willing to use everything he has in exchange for the people he cares about to live in peace and quiet in the sun."
"I know, but I don't want to." Tang Anran's tone was very calm, but underneath the calmness was such stubbornness that you only had to listen once and you would never mistake his son.
The death of the pursuer Leonard was considered a big event for the company and the three major committees of the mother world. After all, when they conquered various different worlds, accidents rarely happened.
Even if there were any accidents before this, they were just the loss of some soul data, a few rare decoupling behaviors from other worlds, and the soul smuggling incident that only happened once in history.
But this is the first time that a player has died unexpectedly.
And soon the accidents that happened in this world escalated from the death of players to the first death of a group of players, and even the first outrageous event of mass death of players.
This world is so special that companies have to break many of the rules and regulations they have observed for hundreds of years and create many brand new rules for this world.
For example, in the new player handbook, messages sent between players on the forum are delayed. Each message will be reviewed by the company before it can be displayed in the forum. This allows the company to easily control all messages between players.
convey information and create an information cocoon.
There are many other similar new rules, but most players will not look at these things at all. They have become accustomed to ignoring these actually very important contents.
After all, even if they watched it, it would be meaningless, because the company has a monopoly on the right to develop other worlds, and their only choice is whether to become players, which is hardly a choice.
But for Wu Qianying, this is completely different
"Yes, I have such a system. I don't know how it came about. I thought I was dead at the time, but obviously I was wrong." Tang Ji, who returned to Shelter Zero from Neon, recovered it through his memory.
Starting from the beginning, he honestly confessed his little secret to Wu Qianying.
After experiencing so much, Tang Ji felt that there was no need for any more secrets between them.
"Very good, very good, Tang Ji." Wu Qianying put on a sneer on her face: "What other secrets do you have that I don't know about?"
"Besides this, there is nothing more." Tang Ji smiled bitterly and posed in a surrender posture. If someone took a photo here, this photo alone would be enough for him to have enough food and clothing for the rest of his life.
"Hmph, I'll settle the score with you later." Wu Qianying glanced at Tang Ji, and then quickly entered into work mode: "Speaking of the time when you and that player fell from the rooftop into the trash can. At that time, you must have seen
Did the thermite actually start to burn?"
As Wu Qianying spoke, she quickly searched in the database of Shelter Zero. Due to the special circumstances at that time, the video of Tang Ji and the player fighting each other was recorded. Although the spread range was very narrow, Miko
Wilson definitely has backup.
And the fact is that Wu Qianying found what she was looking for very quickly.
Although the video did not capture the scene where Tang Ji and the player were engulfed in flames, as the two people fell from the edge of the rooftop, changes in light and shadow caused by the fire did appear in the corner of the video before the end of the video.
"According to what is shown in the video, if you and that player did fall into the trash can and were burned by thermite, then you should indeed have died long ago." Wu Qianying frowned and Tang Ji reached out and touched him carefully.
Once again, the focus was on Tang Ji's arm that was supposed to be a prosthetic body: "I was very interested in your prosthetic body at the time, and I scanned it thoroughly several times without you knowing.
."
"But all the information tells me that apart from its excellent quality, there is nothing special about your prosthetic arm." Wu Qianying stretched Tang Ji's arm and inspected it inch by inch: "Until later, your physical fitness
It's getting stronger and stronger, even surpassing many metal materials, and I realized that your prosthetic arm has been improving as your body's strength increases."
"Let's count this as unsolved mystery A." Wu Qianying put down Tang Ji's arm. It was just an ordinary angry arm. There was nothing special except for the obvious muscle lines and excessive strength. It was different from his other arms.
The limbs are the same.
"As for the system that appears in front of you, we call it Unsolved Mystery B." Wu Qianying concluded: "As for when you kill players, you can redeem the corresponding body through an existence called the relic library.
The supernatural ability he possesses is an unsolved mystery C."
"We can now assume that the source of the unsolved mystery ABC has something to do with Tang Anran." When Wu Qianying mentioned this name, she gritted her teeth. You must know that she wasted a lot of time at the time, reading it in front of Tang Anran.
Children's story books.
Given how precious Wu Qianying's time is, those storybooks are absolutely worth tens of thousands of dollars, because the time she wasted on the storybooks was almost the same as the time it took her to invent a communication system that could break through the blockade of a big storm and restore communication between shelters.
Same length.
"There is no direct evidence to prove that all this has anything to do with Tang Anran." Tang Ji frowned and subconsciously excluded Tang Anran: "Didn't you mention the existence of Gaia's will before? I am more inclined to these.
Weird stuff comes from the will of Gaia."
Wu Qianying glanced at Tang Ji and felt that this man had regained some memory and was indeed much smarter than before, but it was obvious that Tang Anran's secrets were no less secretive than those of his father.
What she regrets now is that she didn't talk to her more about Tang Anran while the prophet was still alive, and now the little prophet is a waste and far behind in ability.
What Wu Qianying didn't know was that the little prophet Feng Chenyin and Tang Anran knew each other. They would occasionally play chess and video games in their dreams.
"You're miserable. Let me tell you, Dr. Wu is really angry this time." Feng Chenyin sat next to Tang Anran with a lollipop in his mouth, holding the game console controller in his hand while controlling a
The character who looks very much like Tang Ji beats up Tang Anran. The character who looks very much like Wolfgang says, "In all the future clips I've seen, there are scenes of you being beaten."
Tang Anran saw that the defeat was inevitable and he simply waved his hand to erase the existence of the game console: "Whenever you find the ending I want, I will take this beating."
"Hey! That's too difficult!" Feng Chenyin rolled his eyes: "I've seen more than 28,000 endings. Have you ever thought that maybe this is the only way out?"
