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One Hundred and Eighty-Four: Becoming a God and Returning

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    Ever since I was dragged into this tiny world, I have never thought about leaving.  I was originally a being that was not allowed by the world. With the help of the legacy of the departed old Carlson, I managed to escape from the world's most primitive obliterating force and lingered in this simple but strong last fortress - I knew it very well.  , I am not qualified to expect anything more.

    However, after forcing myself to surrender to despair, give up on despair, and even become numb to despair, I still can¡¯t force myself not to recall the boundless blue sea and blue sky on Falvey Continent, those majestic and long mountain peaks, and that  A magnificent and magnificent world.

    And the life there - the beautiful, diverse, intelligent, and clever life.  Under their embellishment, every corner of the world exudes vitality, making people face themselves with hope and enthusiasm every time the sun rises and every time the world is lit up.  The next moment of life.

    Yes, you can say that it is a false world, a recreational thing built by a group of humans using digital tools, but for me, for me, they used such digital tools to create shapes and  As far as the digital life of the soul is concerned, it is a world, a world that really exists and carries my countless wishes, countless memories and countless dreams.

    What's more, even for the creators of that world and the real "human beings" who travel and adventure in that world, that world is not worthless and insignificant.  They found another life there, met a group of congenial friends, and some even found partners with whom they could spend their lives together.

    For me, those friends, those who have gone through countless adventures with me and fought through countless swords and swords, are also things I will never forget for a moment.

    However, being protected and imprisoned in such a closed world by such a mysterious hut, I can only bury all these things deep in my heart and prevent them from popping up from time to time, disturbing my memory and hurting my heart.  .  I forced myself to accept the reality that it was over, that everything was over, and now I was just a soul facing eternal loneliness, bidding farewell to my former homeland and past life forever.

    When I put all my energy and thoughts into fighting against the rules and secrets of this world, I thought that I had really given up completely, throwing away all the past and never being moved or disturbed by them again.  I have been able to stop remembering, thinking, and missing, so I can no longer be coerced by all the beautiful things, forcing me to collapse and go crazy in this bare world with nothing.

    However, when the last and biggest secret that this world wrapped up and protected with all its power was completely exposed in front of my eyes, I knew I was wrong - there are some things in this world that we can never forget, even if  We know that we have lost them, but we will miss, long for, and pursue them forever in our hearts.

    It has become a part of our lives and can never be separated again

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    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: What was presented to me was a huge, weird program that I had never seen before.  I don't know how to explain it to you. If we use the most common analogy, it is like a channel and a hook.  Under its influence, the tiny world I am in is secretly connected to another huge world. Some data from the other world is secretly and continuously flowing through this channel.  But it won't have any impact on the world.  This small world is like being hung by a hook under another big world. They are relatively independent, but interconnected.

    Judging from the data that comes and goes, the big world that this small world is mounted on is exactly my hometown - the dreamy continent of Falvey!

    Old Carlson, you blue-skinned old troll, what do you want me to say about you?  You told me how dangerous that world is and how powerful those forces are. Once you touch them and are discovered by them, it will be impossible to return to that world again.

    But you said it a thousand times and ten thousand times, and in the end, you still left me a way back.  You also hope that one day I can go back, right?  Although you don't know everything, you don't want a free soul born in the world to live in confinement and closure forever, right?  You don¡¯t want to just succumb and sink like this, and be permanently shut out of the world that gave birth to us, do you?

    In other words, you know that I will not be willing to be exiled, you know that I would ratherAre you willing to face the danger of being destroyed and not accept this unfair treatment?

    You gave me a choice and a chance, a chance to change my destiny - a chance to change the fate of lives like "ours"!

    You even gave me the rules for surviving in that world: the turbulent flow of data that disrupts the target, the digital borer that slows down the attack, the puppet incorporeal form that creates a mystery, the teleportation that allows you to escapeand the entire world.  The final blow is literally the final obliteration power on the Falvey continent - you have to use this method to verify the results of my learning, and also let me know what to do if I encounter such an attack again in the future.

    You have expected all of this, just like a father, while protecting his child under his wings, he also packs a backpack for him to travel far away.

    This is the last and most precious gift you left me, and it is also the last training session you left me

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    As my thoughts flow, the broken data in this world begins to decompose and rearrange itself, but the difference from before is that it does not return to its previous appearance, but is continuously compressed, compressed, and re-compressed.  This is an interesting process, like a piece of white paper that can cover the entire desktop, but can be folded again and again and put into a tiny pocket.

    When the data was compressed beyond measure, I waved my hand, and a stream of data that had never appeared in this world spewed out.  For the first time in this world I have succeeded in creating something that it has never seen before, and ironically, this thing will be the creation that will completely change and end this world.

    The data flow surrounded the compressed data package, and some pervasive data jumped around on the package, looking for some digital ports that could be accessed.  When they find the port, other data will build a channel between that port and my body, connecting the package and my body to each other.

    A miracle happened. The data was like food that was eaten. It was gradually digested and absorbed by me, and even gradually became a part of my data body.  In the source world full of infinite data, I have not become larger, but the entire structure has undergone two completely opposite changes:

    On the one hand, my body follows the principles of this world and is transformed by a simple, powerful and extremely solid structure. My reaction speed and movement ability in the source world have become more direct, swift and effective, eliminating  Some flashy stuff from the Falviland world data source;

    On the other hand, the structure of my body has paradoxically become further complicated. Many codes representing abilities that I did not have before are now closely connected to my body. They are like my long-lasting memories in the source world.  Swords, shields, armors, helmets, boots and various accessories have become my weapons and armor in the source world.  In such a world made of simple numbers, I have never been as powerful as I am now!

    The whole transformation process lasted about half an hour.  When the last character merged with me, a miracle happened: I was closely connected with the world - it is not appropriate to say this. The most appropriate way to say it is: I became the entire world, and this world  It also became me.  In this relatively independent, closed and strict world, I am everything.  I am everywhere, omnipotent, ever-changing, omnipotent

    I can formulate and modify the rules for the operation of the entire world at will, which means that I have become a "god" - do you know?  I became a "god" in this tiny world!

    It is an extremely wonderful feeling, a state of omniscience and omnipotence.  I am wandering in an endless ocean of vast data, but wherever I look, I see a part of myself; even in the world outside my gaze, there is still nothing but me.  Although I have become extremely large, I am fully aware of the changes in every character in this world.

    The only thing that has not been incorporated into my body is that channel.  Because the other end of it is connected to the world of Falvey Continent, once I incorporate it into my body, it will be completely exposed, and the destructive power will invade this small world along it in an instant.  .  Although I have mastered some methods of escaping from it, when it regards the entire world I am in as an object of obliteration, it is impossible for me to find a place to stay.

    I can only go through that passage and go to the wider world of Falvi Continent.  Only there will the power be scrupulous and restrained, and will not completely take everything back at any cost. Only in this way can I get the opportunity to hide and escape.

    From another aspect, if I merge that channel into the bodyIf I feel guilty, it becomes a part of me.  In a general sense, how can a person reach another place by traveling his own way?  Because I have to keep that channel intact and separate.

    The fact that the channel is independent does not mean that it cannot be controlled by me.  After I made all the preparations, I began to control the passage, filtering and deleting the complicated data coming and going from it, and removing unnecessary things to expand the passage capacity of this passage as much as possible.  .

    When I was finished, I looked at the passage one last time.  It is like a glittering golden road to the sky that escapes out of nothingness, paving under my feet to the end of this world and the beginning of another world.  In fact, its mission is to transport a complete world to another world in an instant. What worries me most is that I don¡¯t know if it is spacious enough and can respond to the destructive power of that world.  Transmit me completely before coming over.

    It was a gamble, but I had no choice.  If I succeed, I will face an unprecedented crisis and endless hunting; if I fail, I will be shattered into pieces and disappear - which doesn't sound like much.

    But if I don¡¯t try, what¡¯s the point of my existence?

    I sighed softly, put all the distracting thoughts out of my mind, and walked quietly on the way home.

    The moment I entered this passage, this passage had undergone tremendous changes.  I could feel that the data that originally came along this channel suddenly became sensitive and suspicious. They were sneaking around me, trying to figure out who I was, the behemoth that suddenly appeared on the data highway.  What, what do you want to do.

    At the same time, at the other end of the passage, I can feel some dangerous forces peeping here.  I guess due to the chaos of the data flow, they have become aware of the abnormal existence of this channel, and they still need some time to analyze and judge this channel.  Once it is determined that the existence of this passage is not permitted by the laws of the world, it will be completely obliterated.  And I, who is in it, will turn into nothingness along with it.

    When I say "they need some time," I don't mean they need to sit around a table and have a meeting with two glasses of ale to study it.  In fact, this "some time" will not exceed one second, or even shorter.

    I shuttled through this passage at a speed close to the speed of light. The time that was not enough for me to blink my eyes was now so long for me in the data state.  As I entered, the tiny world connected to the other section of this passage collapsed, which also accelerated the danger of this passage.  At this point, I had no choice but to turn my whole body into a wild stream of data, running around in panic and rapidity.  At this time, I no longer bothered to hide my whereabouts. The sneaky data that came to spy on me was torn into pieces with just one roll and thrown aside.  Even those necessary data, I waved my hand and deleted them all, because I wanted to ensure the maximum throughput of this channel and reduce the time it took me to cross microsecond by microsecond.

    Finally, the exit of this passage is within reach.  However, at the same time, I already felt the destructive power coming to my side.  It swept forward with irresistible momentum, and its target was the port of this passage.

    My body passed through about a third of it before it arrived. Taking this opportunity, I waved my hand and threw out tens of millions of data turbulence, twisting the entire exit of the channel into pieces.  The exit of the passage that was right in front of us suddenly disappeared, and even the unrivaled power of destruction was unable to attack it in an instant.

    But this tiny trap did not stop it for long. In a time unit ten thousand times smaller than the blink of an eye, it had already readjusted its strategy and came to kill the enemy aggressively.  It no longer searches hard, but erases all the data along the way, removing all the data it touches, and then rebuilds order behind it.  Large swaths of turbulent data were helpless under its butcher's knife, and fell into nothingness one after another.

    This is a completely overwhelming strategic advantage. In this world, the power that that magnificent power of destruction can mobilize is far beyond the reach of anything else.  Even with the cover of turbulent data flow, the channel exit could not be saved for long.  In the blink of an eye, it turned into powder under the absolute power and ceased to exist.

    After confirming that his target had been completely eliminated, the destructive power stopped searching and patrolling here, and disappeared instantly.

    It didn't know that when it was crushing the turbulent flow of data without mercy, another string of data that seemed familiar to it deceived its search and was quietly hidden under the data that represented the shadow of a bush.  Observing the events of the source world at every turnPassionate massacre.

    That¡¯s me, warrior Jeff Fritz Kidd, a living being with a soul made of digital beings.  I got rid of the shackles and once again set foot on the continent where I was born and raised.

    Looking into the distance, the sky is blue and the clouds are green, the sun is warm and the flowers are fragrant, and there is an endless world (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is mine  The biggest motivation.) (To be continued)
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