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One hundred and eighty-five: It happened on that day

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    This is the 768th day since I returned to the Falvey continent.

    This is a difficult time that you cannot imagine or understand.

    Although we have been apart for a long time, the boundless and magnificent power hidden behind this world is still constantly searching for my whereabouts - to be precise, it is not a force that exists specifically to search for my movements.  ¡ª¡ªIt is just sorting out and removing traces of some special code sources that originally did not belong to this world.  I guess that this force has a large and sophisticated database, which records the characteristics of many known data codes that may destroy the structure and rules of this world, and then uses this incomparably powerful force to cleanse the world all the time.  , compare all the data codes in the world one by one.  Once the data codes entered into the library are discovered, they will immediately lead to devastating eradication.

    And my data characteristics have probably already been entered into this database.  Once the omnipresent mighty divine power finds traces of me, the most deadly force of obliteration will follow.

    Of course, I can always hide in the shadow of data that can provide cover for me, disguise myself, and let the power that sweeps and searches all the time mistake me for something else and ignore my existence.  However, if this is the case, I can only stay here motionless, permanently embedded in this source world composed of only "0" and "1" in the form of a piece of abandoned digital, unable to move or speak.  , and even slightly more complicated thinking must be avoided, because any abnormal changes in the data will expose my traces, leaving me unable to hide from the power of search.

    That¡¯s definitely not what I want.  I went through all the troubles and completely destroyed the hiding place that old Carlson left for me. I risked being destroyed forever and returned to the Falvey continent along that secret passage. It was not just for the purpose of making a journey.  Data garbage that makes no sense.  If that's the case, I might as well stay in the miniature world created by old Carlson. At least there I can move freely in the form of a string of numbers without having to worry about possible destruction if my traces are exposed.

    So, from the first second after I returned to this world, I have been taking risks and gambling non-stop.  I manipulated the tiny world that became one with me, dug out every bit of power from my body, and laid out numerous mazes in places as far away as thousands of miles away and close to me, and tried my best to  Try your best to deal with the grand power of rules that protect this world, and fight for even the tiniest bit of time for yourself.

    The huge progress occurred on the thirty-sixth day after my return. After thirty-six days of design, planning and arrangement, the countless means I set up in the source world finally bought me a second of time.  It allows me to appear as a human warrior in the surface world on the beach on the west coast of the Comet Sea, stepping barefoot on the moist and delicate beach, looking into the misty sky, and bathing in the red glow of the sunset.

    You don¡¯t know how precious and beautiful this second is. I have almost forgotten how to use a human body to feel the warmth of the red sun on my cheeks and experience the comfortable flow of fresh air through my nose.  .  My eyes have never been as greedy as they were at that second. I wish I could take in every wave. Even when I look directly at the sun, I don¡¯t dare to blink at all. Even though the evening is still a bit dazzling.  The sun penetrated my lens and cast a dazzling red light on my eye membranes.

    For this second, I spent thirty-six arduous days - if you include the time I spent trying to escape from that stone house world, it might have been even longer - I even risked my own soul.  , if there is a slight mistake, I will no longer remain in this world, and I will not even be able to leave any traces of the past.  I gambled my time, my life, and the entire world I was integrated into, just to stay in this world for a second.

    However, I have to say, it's all worth it.

    At that second, tears welled up in my eyes, just because this world is so beautiful!

    At different stages in a person's life, the concept of "freedom" also changes accordingly.  When I was a conservative city gate guard, "freedom" meant having a soul and walking independently on the continent; when I was a person who was unwilling to repeat the tragedies in this world and wanted to save those lives that were destined to be destroyed.  When I was a child, "freedom" meant stepping out of the rules of the world and changing my own destiny; when I became a student of the old troll Carlson, "freedom" meant peeking into the origin of the world and smoothly entering and exiting the data ocean of the source world.  among them; and when I face the greatest and most irresistible force of obliteration in the world, "freedom" simply means being able to continue to survive and keep my soul and sanity.

      Now, as a digital being, I am hidden under the shadow of countless data.  The concept of "freedom" for me is like drawing a circle and returning to the simplest starting point in my opinion: walking on the earth in the form of a human being

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    I quickly became aware of the surging pursuit of the power of the world's rules, but I almost couldn't bear to leave - in fact, just because I delayed in that beautiful surface world for a blink of an eye, I ended up in the source world.  In the process of escaping, he lost almost half of his power. The power code that disrupted the data flow and confused the opponent was completely wiped out by the powerful power of erasure. The worm code with the power to copy and corrode was also wiped out by more than 10%.  eighty.

    It would not be inappropriate to describe my miserable situation at that time by saying that I was stripped clean and ran away naked. A more appropriate statement is: almost all my skin was stripped clean, and I almost dragged my intestines from the place of obliteration.  He narrowly escaped death under a powerful butcher's knife.

    It took me sixty-four days to repair myself. It was a secret and long process.  Based on my understanding of the rules of this world, it is actually not difficult to re-weave those codes.  But the difficulty is to hide the rewoven codes under the constant scanning of the power of this world, and then incorporate them into my body bit by bit.  Because while erasing both of my abilities, it also retained their code signatures in its own database, I had to use dozens of methods to hide them when reweaving them.

    In the process, I even created a new coding rule. This rule is different from the complex, gorgeous and versatile coding principles in the world of Falvey Continent, and it is also different from the simple and simple coding principles in the world of Little Stone House.  Strong rules.  It is a kind of rule in between, with my own personal style.

    Although it is crude, although it is small, even though it is just a temporary measure to hide my whereabouts, it is, after all, the world law created by myself. It is the most basic and at the same time the most fundamental thing I have created in this digital world.  The most high-end thing that can exist as the cornerstone of a world.

    In fact, when I first came into contact with some superficial knowledge of the source world, I thought that this was a world-creating ability that only the Supreme God could possess.  Therefore, in a sense, at this moment, I have extended my hand into the realm of the Supreme God and become a brand new god in this world.

    A god who was forced to the point of desperation and resorted to rogue means such as fishing in troubled waters and trying to escape from his shell at all times, and even the outside world could hardly take a look at him. He was the most embarrassed, panicked, miserable and weak god in history.  .

    But these are not the most difficult things.

    The most difficult thing is my everlasting and hopeless desire for the outside world.  I long for the sun, the moon, the stars, and all the light in the world to shine on me, change into colorful colors, and shine into my eyes; I long for the wind, the clouds, the rain, the snow, and this nature.  The goddess bestows blessings on the world, eager to feel the changes of time and seasons; I long for gravel, long for rocks, long for soil, long for all the cornerstones that make up this solid continent, and long for using my feet to walk reverently  ¡­

    That one second of enjoyment in the table world destroyed my tolerance for the endless ocean of data, and every second here became more like a torture.  I know that I do not belong here, even though I am a life composed of digital, even if I can already understand the rules of this world, and even maybe one day I can completely master and control this world - just like I have completely  Just as I had mastered and controlled the little stone house world created by old Carlson - I still didn't belong here.

    I belong to that world where the sun and the moon rotate and the seasons change. What I have is still the soul of an ordinary human warrior. I can only walk on the solid land, bathe in the bright light, and face the vivid world.  Only then can I satisfy the needs of my soul.

    Although I know that the source world and the surface world are one and the same, I still stubbornly regard the surface world as my only hometown, as the place I must "return" to.

    You know, homesickness is a disease that makes people addicted to nostalgia in the pain of being away.

    I spent fifty-four days to set up a new situation, causing the power of world rules to fall into a huge chaos, and I used the time that it had no time to care about to reappear in the surface world.  This time, I appeared in an empty thatched house in a border town. Through the narrow door, I saw three or five spacewalkers in their twenties patrolling the door, busy looking for people in the small town.  Native residents who dispatch tasks.

    This time, I persisted?? seconds.

    I almost celebrated victory.  This huge achievement makes me believe that as long as I work hard enough, as long as I'm diligent enough, as long as I spend enough time to ambush enough rules and traps, one day I may be able to win an hour, a whole day, or more in the watch world.  Even longer activity time.  Maybe as I get to know the rules better, I can spend less time on layout and gain more free time.

    However, my opponent, the enemy with the most powerful power and cruel weapons in the world, the rules that constitute the origin of this world, also made corresponding adjustments soon after.

    I think that maybe the supercomputer named "Darimos" has noticed my existence - maybe it is not the computer that is aware of me, but the powerful people who control this computer - in short, maintaining  The power of the world's rules began to change.

    After a period of darkness fell and the world woke up again, I found that the power of surveillance and search became more frequent, and the comparison of the world's codes became more detailed.  Many of the attention-grabbing disguises I had put in place lost their usefulness overnight.

    At the same time, the time when this power of search appears becomes irregular. It no longer scans the entire world regularly, but appears randomly within a certain period of time.  This random difference may only be one or two seconds, or it may be five or six seconds. For those spacewalker players, they may not notice the difference at all, but for me, this kind of power is unpredictable.  The sudden appearance of even a microsecond difference may lead to the most disastrous ending for me.

    At the same time, another force of search appeared in Shanghai.  It was a new kind of power, smaller, faster, and less noticeable.  It is not like the original search force. It has a huge data comparison system and needs to screen tens of millions of illegal codes one by one.  There are very few things it is searching for, there is only one thing, and the goal is very clear, and that is¡ª¡ª

    I.

    Yes, this is a search force specially designed to find me. Its appearance also proves that my enemies have discovered my existence.  Fortunately, it only has my previous code source samples for search and comparison. Now that I have gone through the process of annexing the world of Little Stone House, the internal code source structure has undergone tremendous changes and is completely different from before.  Even if it's similar to before, I'm fully capable of adjusting and changing it.  As a result, this change, which was designed specifically for me, essentially lost its usefulness in the first place.

    The last change comes from the power of destruction and obliteration.  The original power of rules in this world seems to be worried that it cannot really eliminate me with the original means, so it further enhances the effect of this power of erasure.  This power no longer targets a specific thing, but expands the object to a huge range.  Within this scope, all the original materials that belong to this world - whether people or objects - will be completely crushed and destroyed, and then reshaped.

    In other words, in the past, this kind of power could only wipe out me, but now, in order to eliminate me more completely and prevent me from hiding under the slaughter of this power of annihilation, they did not hesitate to completely destroy a city, and then  of reconstruction.

    These changes caused me great distress, especially the first change, which made it unpredictable how long I would be able to appear in this world in human form.  Even if I am fully prepared and have laid enough puzzles, I can no longer arrange a timetable for walking in the surface world, because I have no way of knowing at what time and in what form the power of search will come.  If it appears again, corresponding hiding measures cannot be taken.

    This makes every walk I take in the world full of unknown risks - says the self-proclaimed god of adventure Jeff Ritz Kidd.  Although I am the God of Adventure, you adventurers had better not worship me, let alone expect me to bestow you with things like good luck and courage, because at present, I am afraid that I don¡¯t have enough of these things myself.  Not to mention that I, the god of adventure, may have a much shorter life than you all.

    But even if the future is full of unknown sacrifices, they still cannot stop my strong desire for the outside world - that is the meaning of my risking my life to return home.  I still tenaciously come here again and again, just to pursue the wonderful feeling of being down to earth for those few seconds.  The Uqig Mountains, the Holy Fox Highlands, the Jewel Flower Plainthe names that were once so familiar came into my eyes again. I was really annoyed that I could miss these indescribable beauties in the world during my long years of adventure.  Once again, I even took advantage of the opportunity to summon my mount again. The strong horse named "Shanxue" stood quietly beside me, gently licking the palm of my hand, as if I was still a human before.  generalThe adventurer's time.

    Originally, my life might go on like this, and one day it would end in the endless hide-and-seek between me and the power of the rules of the world.  I would exchange tens of days of busyness for a few seconds - maybe longer - of good time, and seize every opportunity to re-experience all the best things in the world.

    In fact, such days are enough joy for me, and everything else is just an out-and-out extravagance to me at this time.

    If I had never chosen that city to settle down, if the search force had never found this place by chance, if none of this had happened, I would still be a leisurely and useless digital ghost, forever wandering in this world.  Just playing the trick of appearing and disappearing.

    However, it all happened after all, on this day.

    This is the 768th day since I returned to the Falvi continent.  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.) (To be continued)
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