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One hundred and eighty-seven: The most helpless corner of the world

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    In the boundless ocean of data, a deadly tide is coming towards me at an unimaginable speed.  Shocked by its power, every character in this majestic digital world is flashing with fear, struggling desperately, and jumping desperately, as if they have realized the desperate situation they are facing, but are still trying to break free from the being.  The fate of obliteration.

    The desire for survival made me huddle in the shadow of data and tremble.  A transmission channel has been opened next to me that allows me to instantly transfer to a safe area. With just a thought, not even 0.001 seconds, I can move my whole body from this extremely terrifying place.  And retreat.  For a moment, I was determined to do this - I had even thrown three-quarters of my body into this passage. As long as I was more determined, I could completely escape from this dangerous situation and go  Go to a safe place that I have arranged in advance.

    But when I looked at the data area where Marianne was for the last time, and saw her beautiful, quiet and unaware face from the beating changes in the data, I changed my mind.

    Because I suddenly realized: I can¡¯t leave!

    I can¡¯t leave, I can¡¯t let the disaster caused by my temporary inability to hold back my desires to wreak havoc.

    I can't leave, I can't bring destruction to everything I love in the name of "love" and leave as if nothing has happened.

    I can't leave, because the reason why people are "human" is because they will encounter many things in their lives that are more important and worth cherishing than their own lives. If I escape from here, I will lose them - because  I lost everything due to the cowardice of survival. I don¡¯t know how I can still identify myself as a ¡°person¡± with a complete soul.

    I can¡¯t leave, because if I am timid, cowardly, let down, and shrink in the face of such a choice, from now on, I can only ¡°exist¡± and no longer ¡°live¡±.

    In this world, I have things to cherish and protect. That is the meaning of my existence here.  If I can only huddle in a corner of the ocean of data, watching the power of this world destroy everything I can cherish and care for without doing anything, then what's the point of my existence?

    "If I run away today and abandon what I cannot abandon, then tomorrow, in an unknown place, I will be timid and give away everything I hold dear.

    If I run away at this time, it will be the beginning of a never-ending escape. I will eventually lose everything I can lose, and eventually become nothing, becoming a soulless, homeless ghost in the data world.

    Yes, there is no limit to the world and there is a flood of data. Although my body has nowhere to go, my soul has no way to retreat.

    How can you withdraw from a world that has nothing to do with you?

    If you can¡¯t retreat, don¡¯t retreat!

    I moved my heart and instantly inserted my data stream directly into the front of Campnavia City.  No one would know that on a sunny afternoon with clear blue sky, in a brilliant plain filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, when all living beings are enjoying a peaceful and peaceful time, behind it all, in the endless digital world, something is happening  A desperate offensive and defensive battle unfolded.  What attacks here is the supreme authority and irresistible rules of this world. It has the power to create and maintain the normal operation of the entire world. In a sense, this world can only be regarded as a part of it.

    There is only one person on the defensive side of this battle, and that is me - I am the only commander and soldier. On this line of defense that cannot be retreated, there are no companions fighting side by side, and it is impossible to wait for reinforcements from far away.

    I faced the surging power of obliteration. The temptation mechanisms I had set up before were still entangled with it, but in front of it, these tricks could only attract attention for a short time and delay it for a very short time.  time, but there is no way to resist.

    I stretched out my hands to pull through thousands of data streams, and used the strongest structure I could imagine to mold them into thousands of giant shields, erected layer by layer in front of that great force.  However, in the face of the power of nothingness that obliterates everything, the word "solid" is completely meaningless.  In just the blink of an eye, the thousands of layers of giant shields were swallowed up by the terrifying frenzy, without even the tiniest data bubble rising.

    I struggled to stir up the huge data flow around me, while continuing to throw out more fog of data to confuse my ears, hoping that they could continue to help me delay the pace of this destructive force, while trying to create some powerful  The cutting action programs try to use them to peel off that power bit by bit.

    Where the data flashes, it represents that the violent wave of power has only been slightly damaged, and the pieces that were peeled off from itThose simple fields are all harmless, and before they even have time to become completely independent data fragments, they have been swallowed up by it again and turned into nothingness.  At the same time, the sharp tools that cut into its body disappeared in the blink of an eye, unable to play any effective role.

    Another second passed, and the baits I successfully set were far less than the number of traps it broke.  If it develops at this rate, it will take at most four point three to five seconds before the bait data I set will be completely destroyed by it. At that time, it will also be the time for me to face this destructive force.

    However, in this battle where the gap in strength is so great that you can¡¯t even imagine it, I am not without any advantages.  Although my power is so weak that the opponent can almost completely ignore it, compared with the opponent's cookie-cutter battle process of "Search-Discover-Track-Erase-Rebuild", I can choose different options more freely.  way to try.

    In this digital source world, I waved my giant palm and stirred up turbid data vortices, and then allowed these huge and disorderly vortices to engulf and interfere with each other, tearing apart the entire data space.

    Unprecedented chaos arose in the source world, and the original data was disrupted, even affecting some minor phenomena in the surface world: at this moment, the time in a space thousands of feet in radius was set back by 0.5  Within seconds, a total of thirty-seven space travelers traveling there struck abnormal critical hits. Three data messages were shattered in the turbulence, and two others turned into unrecognizable gibberish

    But all this was soon calmed down.  The absolute strength advantage allowed this nihilistic giant to not have to react in any way to my temptation. It simply ran over it without even a second glance, and smashed the chaotic turbulence into pieces without any room for it.  , and then wipe them out piece by piece.

    Strictly speaking, this can no longer be regarded as a battle, but a huge war of unprecedented scale.  In the face of this war, the meaning of time and quantity was greatly distorted.  Every confrontation is a magnificent surge of billions of data; every confrontation only occurs in a few seconds.  Those endless data are our city, our weapons, our warriors, and also our battlefield.

    There are no corpses, no blood, and no wreckage. The most cruel thing about this war is that it will leave no traces.  There is no so-called "great sacrifice" here, because all sacrifices are meaningless; there is no so-called "heroic courage" here, because for those soulless data, they only know how to obey and have no idea what to do.  For bravery.  The definition of war is rewritten here. Those huge waves of data engulf and subvert each other. Even a microsecond's difference will cause billions of losses.

    I threw out the moths that sucked the original power of the world - not toward the huge force of nothingness, but threw them in all directions.  When throwing out these worms, I also programmed them with a brand new ability, that is, all the original power they absorb wherever they go will be used by me, providing me with faster computing and writing capabilities.

    In order to better distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, I let the data part controlled by me be displayed in red.  As I continued to throw out these greedy borers, the area shown by the red code became larger and larger - of course, compared to my opponent's green area, these red parts were like a vast ocean.  As insignificant as a small bubble in it.  However, this little bit of red represents a kind of firmness and determination, which means that from this moment on, I officially raise the flag of my own struggle, no longer hiding or running away, but  To officially announce my existence to the world that has judged me illegal!

    This may be the first voice of resistance since the birth of this world, and it is also the only way for me to use all my strength to declare my existence.

    With the help of these red areas I occupied, I immediately felt that my abilities had increased exponentially.  I throw the bait faster and have more ways of thinking and common sense at the same time.  I even programmed new programs for those decoys to make them more invisible and able to simply change and move with the changes around them. They no longer stupidly stay in place, waiting motionless to be wiped out.  .

    The occupied red zone gave me more breathing time.  Although at this moment the decoys were still being broken faster than I was setting them, the gap between the two had narrowed considerably.  I bought myself almost an extra second - even if I am destined to be unable to withstand the obliteration of that void force, believe me, it will be the most spectacular and majestic second you can imagine.

    However, the good times did not last long, and soon I discovered that another force suddenly appeared on this battlefield.That's not a powerful divine power, and it can't cause me any harm.  But what I hate is that it seems to be a special tool specially designed to deal with those moths. From the moment it landed, it went around like a ghost to extinguish the fire I scattered. The speed was so fast that it was overwhelming.  .  Sometimes the borers I throw out are caught by it before they hit the ground, and then they are killed.  Where it passed, the green wave spread again. At this time, it seemed to me that it was as ferocious as the pupils of a wolf hidden in the darkness. It seemed that there were countless giant beasts hiding behind these data, ready to attack at any time.  It jumped out, tore me into pieces and swallowed me clean.

    The huge force of obliteration is approaching step by step, and I seem to be able to hear the bells of destruction ringing in my ears.

    I desperately waved all the data I could influence, dancing wildly.  These data were changing in a crazy and hurried manner, and it was unknown how much turmoil and chaos it caused in the surface world.  But even at this time, I still carefully removed all data related to Campnavia City from this vortex, controlling them not to be affected by me.  I hope that after I am destroyed, the void power of destruction will be satisfied and will no longer try to destroy this innocent city.

    Even in the source world, for a desperate person, a few seconds can pass very quickly.  In the blink of an eye, that irresistible force of obliteration rushed in front of me.

    The moment it approached, I roared angrily, turning the fragments of my body into the angriest sharp blades and shooting them in all directions.  The moment I was shattered to pieces, that force swooped forward and completely reduced my remaining body to nothing.

    The world just became quiet.

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    do you know?  This was supposed to be the end of this story.  And if that were the case, this story would cease to exist.  I won't have a chance to tell you about it, so I'll be completely destroyed before I do.

    The reason why you are still able to see this story is entirely due to a coincidence - a coincidence that even I myself do not believe can happen.

    I have already told you that the moment I was completely swallowed up by the power of nothingness, I tore my body apart and turned into fragments, flying out in all directions - that should have been a meaningless flight,  It was just an outburst of self-abasement at the last moment of my life.

    ¡°Moreover, most of my fragments were swallowed up by the power of nothingness.

    But luckily, one piece escaped - there might be more than one piece, but the only one that is truly meaningful is the one piece.  The reason why it was able to escape, I guess, is probably because of this:

    The void force that obliterates everything targets the existence of "me".  When I completely disintegrate, it means that the "I" at that time no longer exists, and at the same time it swallows up and obliterates most of "I", so I guess at that moment, it must have thought that it had completed its mission, so  Subsequent actions were stopped.  However, you know, although the flying fragments I turned into are meaningless, they are also sequential.  I guess the last few fragments got lucky, and by the time they were scattered, the force was done with it.

    Fortunately, this is not a dead-minded divine power. It actually understands the profound life principle of "retire after success".  If it ignores everything, whether it has completed its mission or not, it has to erase and rewrite a huge area around it, then I will never have a chance to recover.

    If this is all, the part I shot away will become meaningless data fragments in this ocean of data, either being cleaned up by the rules of this world, or drifting to an unknown distant place, until  It will be deleted the next time the world restarts.

    Fortunately, my fragment fell into a moth-infested area that I threw out.

    Logically speaking, the areas occupied by the borers I threw should all be red, and they were all exterminated by my enemies, but strangely, this area was not.  Although it was thrown by me, in the big melee just now, the channel to contact me was shattered, so that it could not be activated.  As a result, it half-deadly turned into a piece of discarded harmless data, evading the previous hunt.

    It was probably the flying in of the debris that activated the power transmission function of the moth. After the war subsided, it actually eluded all search systems and quietly started operating again.  It began to inject strength into the fragment and repair it.

    You know the most interesting part?  That's where this borer occupies.  As a pair of unactivated abandoned data, it did not show any hostility. It passed through the layers of guards of the search power behind this world without any threat, and finally attached to this place.?The power of search and the power of obliteration are on a small plug-in in the middle of the information channel that transmits each other, and it is deeply embedded in it.

    And this plug-in plays a very interesting role: when the power of search finds a suspicious target that needs to be searched, it should notify the power of nothingness that obliterates everything, telling it that I have found the target and where it is.  , you have to destroy it and other information, but after all, they are just data and cannot be passed on orally or heard with a shout like humans can.  Therefore, the power of search must transfer the information to an intermediate channel, and then send it to the power of nothingness through this channel.

    To put it simply: the power of search and the power of nothingness are like two guys who don't understand each other's language, and the channel in the middle is like a translator, which plays a role in communicating between the two.

    And the location where this borer occupies is precisely the communication channel between the two - and this brings a huge convenience to its safety.

    With the omnipresent power of the power of search, when the borer is activated, it is entirely possible for it to discover the existence of this foreign invader.  But the problem is that it plays the same role as the Paladin's "Detect Evil" spell. It can only find enemies, but cannot attack after finding them.

    So it can only desperately stuff information into the information transmission channel, hoping to tell his extremely powerful brother: wake up, brother, and kill him!

    What is deeply embarrassing is that this information transmission channel happens to be occupied by the worm it found - you think it will be so full that it will run and tell the void force: "Your brother is looking for me.  "Yes, I've already delivered it to your door, please beat me to death"?

    of course not!

    So, when this message was transmitted, it was changed to something like "Be safe and have a good sleep."

    In fact, this problem is not unsolvable.  Assuming that there is another kind of divine power with similar properties in this source world, and they have another set of search, transmission and destruction systems, they can naturally easily eliminate this defenseless little borer.

    But this world does not allow assumptions about what has happened.

    So, the only remaining fragment of me gradually thrived in the most helpless corner of the world (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com  ) Vote for recommendations and monthly votes, your support is my biggest motivation.) (To be continued)
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