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One hundred and eighty-six: Campnavia, three seconds of doom

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    I still can't recall how I returned to Campnavia. This was something I tried my best to avoid during the past seven hundred and sixty-eight miserable days.

    It¡¯s not that I don¡¯t miss it, on the contrary, it is precisely because this is perhaps the place I miss the most in the entire Falvey continent that I have been avoiding it for a long time.

    As I once said, during this time, I traveled to every corner of the Falvey continent, enjoying the stability of standing on my feet and tasting the sweetness of breathing through my mouth and nose - even if this beautiful time was only half a minute  , fifteen seconds, even only five seconds, three seconds.

    I use my own eyes to record the beautiful scenery of this continent, and also trace my beautiful memories.  Every hill, every plain, every cave, every village Before this, even I had never realized that I had left so many imprints on this beautiful world.  An adventure, every battle, every joke, and even every embarrassing moment when faced with a difficult situation become so warm and beautiful in memories.

    But the paradox is that those old places that I am willing to travel again and dare to pursue and explore memories are just ordinary, ordinary and insignificant places. Those places that are truly imprinted in the deepest part of my soul and give me the most cherished and precious memories.  I dare not set foot in this precious place of memory.

    This is a feeling that you may find difficult to understand: every time I appear in a place, I run the risk of being discovered by the searching power of this world, and once I am discovered by it, it will be completely crushed and deleted.  The places I was in and rebuilding them.  Although the place after reconstruction will be the same as before, not even the slightest wrinkle in someone's clothes, or the way the gravel rolls on the ground will make the slightest difference - in fact, we all know that this  Everything is determined by the decisive data codes hidden in the source world. If the code it reconstructs is exactly the same as the original, there will naturally be no difference in the appearance of the surface world.

    Yes, for you, there may be no difference between the two - you can't even notice that they have completed the entire deletion and reconstruction process in a split second.

    However, for me, this is all so real and important that it is impossible to ignore.

    I cannot accept that a building that holds important memories of mine is brutally demolished and rebuilt. I cannot accept that a person who is important to my life is killed and cloned again. I cannot accept that they have placed countless real emotions on me.  The existence is completely deleted and refreshed again - even if the scenery and life that reappear are the same as before, for me, they are no longer the same as before, but are wearing the same coat but completely different  Something else strange.

    Don't tell me that all this is determined by the numbers of the source world, don't tell me that those living people don't have any life and soul, and don't tell me that those old and dilapidated buildings originally only existed in the imagination of a certain designer.  among.

    To put it even more pessimistically, every time the world restarts, it means that all data is refreshed and re-operated.  In a sense, every time the world is illuminated again, everything is transformed again, which means that the "original" of everything I cherish in this world has long since disappeared.  exists again.

    Yes, I understand, I understand, I know all this very clearly.

    However, there are always things in everyone's heart that they can't figure out, let go, and get over. It's one thing to know that, but it's another thing to accept it without any worries.  .

    I can accept the restart of this world, because every restart includes myself.  Perhaps from a certain academic point of view, the original me has been completely destroyed and replaced by a brand new Jeff Ritz Kidd.  However, I myself cannot deny my own existence - and it is precisely because I fully agree with my own existence that I also agree that the world after each restart is "the same" as the original one.

    However, this kind of reconstruction after deletion is completely different.  I once hid in the digital shadow of the source world and watched the process of all this happening: the irresistible violent power completely erased this part of the original in the blink of an eye, ruthlessly turning them into nothingness.  , and then fill in a new piece of data that is exactly the same as the original - this is a copy and reproduction of all the original ones. Even if they are exactly the same as the original, they are just "exactly the same". You know, the word "exactly the same"  The word itself means that they are two different things.

    Therefore, I always cherish my unforgettable thoughts, but at the same time I carefully dodge, fearing that I will be unable to resist the impulse and actIt turned into an irreparable and irreversible disaster.  I don't want to lose the place where I was born at the city gate, nor do I want to lose my wise and kind alchemy teacher Mr. Edgware.  What's more important is that deep in the city, on that quiet lane named after the flower of love, in that warm and fragrant little bakery, there lives a beautiful girl.

    Marianne, even just saying her name makes my breathing become extra gentle.  How could I let the slightest bit of danger get close to her because of myself?

    I must be crazy to come back here, risk everything being destroyed, and return to this place that fills me with warm memories and deep love.  I don¡¯t know how much regret and self-blame I would have if my reckless actions led to the erasure and reconstruction of all this.

    What I only know is that I can no longer stop the tormenting thoughts.

    "Missing is like fire, using the soul as firewood, it will only make you burn more and more vigorously in the torment, until the end of life; missing is like water, using time as the channel, it will only make you drift farther and farther, until the end of the years.

    It is a disease that is fanatical and crazy. It makes you abandon all reason. Knowing that everything is so dangerous, it will even bring danger to everything you cherish most. You will also abandon everything to pursue and find.  Use it to fill the deepest yet tenderest longings of your soul.

    Yes, that¡¯s exactly why I came to Campnavia.  After resisting for seven hundred and sixty-eight days, I finally succumbed to the longing in my heart and returned here again.

    Before coming here, I made an unprecedentedly precise arrangement, and even gave up an opportunity to come to this world twelve days ago because of this; I made in-depth arrangements of the location where I came before and the time when I was discovered.  Statistics and calculations, in the hope of finding even the tiniest patterns of the search power in this world; I chose to arrive at the moment when the last scan of the search power had just ended, in the hope that its search might start at any time.  Power is not coming back any time soon.

    I even silently prayed to all the gods I knew for good luck in my heart - even though I knew clearly how nonsense all this was in this world determined by the laws of code operation.

    I made a rough estimate that if everything goes well, I can probably stay in this city for four to ten seconds.  But I am not going to take any risks and use all this wonderful things to gamble on my unknown luck.  Therefore, I only dare to stay here for three seconds.

    Three seconds, this insignificant time is not enough for my beloved Mr. Edgware to shrug at you and say with a silly smile, "It's just a little accident." And this is all my humble desire and huge hope.  Where happiness lies.

    I first landed in an alley outside Mr. Edgware's residence. The angle here was very good, and I could see the main entrance of Mr. Edgware's house in the distance.  The reason why I chose this place is because with the continuous changes in the continent of Falvey, the role of alchemy has become more and more important to those who travel in space. Therefore, more and more students have joined Mr. Edgware's disciples.  got up.  I was worried that if I suddenly appeared in his residence like this, I might be discovered by those space travelers who came to study, so I could only retreat and take a look from afar.

    When I arrived, a plume of dark smoke was erupting from the dilapidated two-story building of Mr. Edgware's house. There was a blazing fire hidden in it, which looked alarmingly powerful.

    My knowledgeable teacher, he messed up that simple basic experiment again.  I tried to imagine the expressions of the students who were studying alchemy around him at this time: were they frightened and panicked by this sudden explosion?  Or were you frightened by this nasty joke and yelled?  Or is it because we have become accustomed to it and are unmoved by it?

    In any case, the cute little old man with a blackened face will definitely shake his head at this time, showing his white teeth, smiling to reassure everyone present, telling them "Don't worry, it's just a small accident."  .

    With just a thought, I disappeared from where I was in the blink of an eye.  When I showed up again, I was already in a two-story building on Rose Street.  This building is just an ordinary residential building with nothing inside. It is simply a useless place that those space travelers are too lazy to set foot in.  I can come here safely and boldly, without any worry of suddenly disturbing other space travelers.

    In addition, standing by the open window on the second floor, I can clearly see the store across the street with the brass sign of "Santa Bakery", which is one of the many benefits of this residential building.

    Just as I imagined, in the bright afternoon sunshine, the lovely bakery girl Marianne Santa was sitting behind the counter,He held his chin with one hand and looked quietly at the sky outside the window.

    From my perspective, it¡¯s like she¡¯s looking at me.

    The afternoon sun filtered through the window and gently caressed her cheek, making her smile brighter at this moment.  At this moment, I was even in a trance, not knowing whether it was the sunlight that illuminated her face, or her smile that illuminated the world.

    Just this sweet smile made me feel that my previous hard work and this risky move were worth it - no, in fact, all the hard work and dangers I faced were reflected in this bright and beautiful smile.  It¡¯s nothing in front of his smile. No matter how much I paid for this moment, it was all worth it.

    I had already stayed outside Mr. Edgware¡¯s house for a second before, but here, I only had two seconds for myself.  Originally, these were supposed to be the happiest and most beautiful two seconds in my life. The most luxurious happiness I know is probably nothing more than this.

    However, the cruel thing about this world is that it always generously and generously gives away some extra luck to those who are having good luck, so that they can effortlessly enjoy what others find difficult to achieve throughout their lives.  Extravagant hope for happiness; at the same time, he is extremely stingy towards those who really need the help of good luck, and brings the worst misfortune to them at the moment when they need good luck the most.

    Just when I was about to leave, a vast and immense power suddenly surged from the end of the source world.  The power roared and rushed straight towards me, effortlessly destroying all the obstacles I left along the way.

    Yes, the ubiquitous search force hidden behind this world was activated again, and happened to scan the area where I was staying.

    Three seconds, just three seconds after the last scan, this sharp and cunning search force was restarted again, and it accurately locked my position while my mind was wandering.  The heavy disguises I had set up before were completely vulnerable and were easily swept away by the force of obliteration that appeared later - in fact, I didn't expect them to be able to resist, I just hoped that they would be able to resist me before I was discovered.  Just give as early a warning as possible.

    It should be said that these disguised data traps have played their role well.  When they sound the alarm, I have at least five seconds to run away and hide again.  In fact, I only needed less than half a second of reaction time to complete the entire movement.

    However, just as I worried before, once I escape, the force of obliteration loses its target and will wreak havoc in the place where I escaped.  It will wipe out everything here indiscriminately, even completely destroying half of the city, and then recover again.  And all the natives in this half of the city, those who are completely innocent and unable to resist, will become victims of this disaster - including of course the beautiful bakery girl Marianne.

    At this time, Marianne Santa was still looking up at the sun outside the window with a smile, unaware of the coming disaster.

    How could I leave such a beautiful face to be destroyed?

    However, can I hand over my life without any worries and let it be wiped out for a crime that never happened?

    The green tide flashed past, and I dived back into the source world. The messy data jumped and flickered inside me, showing my trembling body at this time.

    That is because of fear, because all living things born in this world are afraid of the greatest power that cannot reverse the rules of this world.  (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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