"We assume this," Remiel said thoughtfully. "The purpose of launching 'World' itself is not to build a second home for mankind. A group of guys within GTC who believe in the Doomsday Judgment want to turn it into an eternal utopia. So we started to act in secret. From this perspective, the Red Owl Brotherhood you mentioned is definitely inextricably linked to the undercurrent within GTC."
"I can understand the spirit entering the game. But how can the body be preserved?" Shamsher asked.
Xiao Liping took off his glasses, took out a handkerchief, wiped them and put them on: "This is a mature technology. Recreating a personality does not take up too many resources. The brain can be perfectly simulated. The body is not necessary. In fact, the Catholic Church believes that The flesh is the carrier of all greed and sin. I don’t know the opinion of the Vatican. Ascetic popes such as the Synod will definitely welcome the abandonment of the flesh.”
"Let's talk about our role in the 'world'. This really doesn't look like a game." Gu Tie suggested.
Sakir said a little shyly: "I am the cook of the noble master's family in the Ebenezer Republic War Castle on the back of the Western Continent... So far, my life is peaceful. I am in a green love affair with the young master of the master's family. On the other hand, we are bearing the pressure of war. The Zhawi people are already approaching the city."
Everyone laughed. But they all knew that the American astronaut was gay. There was no joke.
"I am an astrologer's apprentice in the Western Continent. Now I have traveled to the Southern Continent. I have encountered many strange things. I don't know what I am doing now. Speaking of which, I think my game personality is a bit strange. A bit... uncontrollable. Look like that." Gu Tie scratched his head.
"I am also in the south." Xiao Liping glanced at him. "A member of the underground resistance in the Vedic Kingdom. He is working hard to overthrow the rule of Brahma."
"A stargazer from a high tower in the ancient kingdom of the Eastern Continent." Shamsher said. "It must be somewhat related to the astrologer. Adam."
"Stargazers, do they watch stars every day?" Gu Tie asked.
"Observe the stars. Predict what is about to happen. Use it as a reference for the emperor to make decisions." said the Indian woman.
Gu Tie immediately shook his head and said: "It's not the same at all. Astrologers are practical fighters who shout and kill. Predicting the future is despised."
Lemuel said: "The northern continent. The branch of the northern elves who have been trapped on the isolated island in the center of the huge magma lake for a hundred years. Recently, they have built a small boat that can travel in the magma. They are ready to go out and explore the outside world."
Everyone looked at the tall and handsome Nordic man and felt that this role was tailor-made for him.
"I said, I said. I am the king of a small country. Hahahaha. I just won a war. I won three castles and five thousand acres of land. I will soon declare war on the next neighbor." He danced and shouted. The yellow pom-pom on his hat jumped around comically.
"Where." Xiao Liping asked.
"Keep it secret," the African replied cheerfully.
The companions tacitly agreed not to comment. Only Shamsher snorted contemptuously from his nostrils.
"My role...can't be explained." Jakir said in the shadow.
"Okay, two questions. First, can we get together in the game. Second, does it have practical significance for us to get together in the game." As usual, Xiao Liping is the one who raised the question.
There was silence in the room for a while. "It's difficult. No." Gu Tie replied.
"Just a few of us, lacking rights and resources, traveled all over the second world with backward transportation and converged into one place." Lemuel shook his head. "The prerequisite for answering the second question is that we should deal with the GTC doomsday faction. What measures should we take to face hostile prophets?"
"Ah, he's not the only prophet anymore. This feeling is really depressing." Matrill took a big gulp of wine.
Shamsher spat: "Go ahead and play your war games. Superficial Negro-Bantu."
The presidents of China and the Philippines obviously did not understand what the anthropologist said: "Who is that person?"
"A black man from a small place." Gu Tie translated.
While everyone was talking about it, the pure white room suddenly trembled violently. Many jagged horizontal ripples appeared in the space. The light flickered on and off. The four walls were broken into pieces, revealing all kinds of strange and colorful lusters. All phenomena were displayed. The data structure of this virtual space is collapsing.
"What's going on?" People naturally turned their attention to Gu Tie. An incredible look appeared on the face of the space owner: "We are under attack... No, it is not an attack. It is the timing that maintains the stability of the virtual space that is being consumed... "
Only Xiao Liping looked confused. The space he was in was real. The room located underground in a courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing remained calm. Even the frequency of the luminous panels on the wall had not changed. In his eyes, there were virtual images of six partners. There was a brief flicker. In an era when the Internet was not yet developed, this could be said to be a normal phenomenon of holographic projection. Now the new quantum network East Asia Route has just been established. Xiao Liping felt that this was not abnormal at all.
"Wait. Wait..." Gu Tie raised his hand to signal everyone to calm down. He quickly read the data logs in the encrypted space. At the same time, he mobilized a large amount of time allocation from the pure land and put it into the virtual space. He discovered that a strange data singularity was exactly like Black holes also consume a lot of resources.
The light in the entire space disappeared. The sound disappeared. The feeling disappeared. Seven people sat in complete nothingness. They could only feel each other's presence through the signs of data connectivity.
After an endless moment, light appeared, sound appeared, and feeling appeared. The trembling in the space turned into ripples and slowly disappeared. The walls returned to their original shape. The cracks in the air gradually smoothed out. The pure white world seemed to be gone. He had suffered a little damage but was still quietly defending the betrayer's seven companions.
"What happened?" Xiao Liping seemed a little confused. "Your signal seems to be unstable."
A river of data surged in front of Gu Tie. He suddenly covered his chest and waved his hands to disperse the flow of data. His eyes were fixed on a certain point of nothingness in the space. He was speechless for a long time.
"Hey, hey." Matriel moved his buttocks and poked Adam, who was completely stunned. "The computer has crashed. Do you want to take a sip of distilled wine mixed with a magical potion? Although the computer cannot reproduce the magic of the magical potion. I don’t know why. You can completely feel the shaman’s spells running around in your body, destroying dirty things.”
This time Gu Tie did not refuse. He reached out and snatched the wine bottle from Matrill's hand. He drank several sips. The implanted chip released the anesthetic signal of ethylene glycol. His nerves became dull. Gradually It took him a minute to recover little by little from the huge shock. He was able to speak with difficulty: "That, that..."
The friends present had never seen Gu Tie lose his temper like this before. No one spoke to urge him. Xiao Liping frowned tightly and looked at his unfamiliar companions.
Gu Tie raised his finger to signal everyone to raise their heads.
Everyone looked up in surprise.
"Ah..." Shamsher covered his mouth and choked half of the scream in his throat.
The bright red numbers jumping in the air changed. The fourth digit stopped rotating. It took two years of calculations to finally touch the fateful reading. The date of the Doomsday Judgment has appeared... If what this string of dates indicates is true If it's the end of the world...
XX.XX.
2053.
2053.
When everyone stopped thinking and moving due to shock, Gu Tie flicked his finger. A row of green numbers appeared below the red countdown: 2052.11.5.
"It is now 15:00 GMT on November 5th." He said in a difficult voice. "The best outcome is that we still have one year and two months. And the worst outcome is that there are still fifty years left in the history of the world. Six days.”
"...Give me wine." Xiao Liping, a teetotaler, stretched out his hand. Matrill immediately hugged the distilled wine bottle: "I need it more. Get it yourself."
Gu Tie raised his palm. A bottle of hard liquor was placed in front of everyone. According to his preference, everyone was assigned a bottle of Scotch single malt whiskey. Only a can of twenty-year-old Red Star Erguotou was prepared for Lao Xiao.
Everyone unscrewed the wine bottle in unison and drank the golden wine. Jakir in the shadow still hugged his knees and sat quietly. "We had thought of this outcome at the beginning. Why be so nervous." He commented lightly.
"Guessing is one thing, seeing is another." Gu Tie wiped the alcohol from his mouth. "Just like human beings, they are destined to die from the day they are born. Seventy, eighty, or two Fifteen years old. Who knows. Everyone lives with deep fear in their hearts. But ignorance is the best hypnotic drug. Let us eat and sleep. We can enjoy ourselves in time. Don't think about the promised death date. If One day, the God of Death sent someone a gold-plated invitation. It said the exact date on which he would take you to the dance in hell. No matter if you are eighty, ninety, or thirty-five, no matter how long we live, we will still be destroyed. On this date, we were tortured to the bone and exhausted. When we didn’t know the date of death, we jogged leisurely in the park. Before we exhausted our strength, we could enjoy the scenery; after knowing the date of death, we participated in a 5,000-meter race in the stadium. When it comes to long-distance running, no one stipulates that you can’t listen to music, drink water, and sing songs. But no matter what, every step forward brings you closer to the finish line. This feeling is definitely not a good one."
Shamsher suddenly chuckled: "If it is the end of the world, the ecology before the Doomsday is the best material for group psychology research... I will get the Nobel Prize for this..."
Matriel stood up in confusion. "When will the meeting end? I still have things to do... If we don't start a war, it will be too late. Before the end of the world, at least defeat Chad... and that abominable guy in the game." small country.”
Xiao Liping took off his glasses tiredly: "Don't worry. We still need to discuss the next action. Sakir, you are the convener of this meeting. Please say something."
The American astronaut looked at the wine bottle in his hand and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
In fact, no one knew what was the right thing to say at this time, so they all chose to remain silent.