First Player Chapter 676

   Chapter 676 Chapter 673 "I'm going to become a star."

   It is eleven o'clock at midnight, just one hour before the New Year's bell tolls. The barrage has begun to celebrate, and various guessing games have emerged one after another. The lively and warm atmosphere is in stark contrast to Kaiusta's dangerous final moments.

   "Teacher, Lin Guang is at his most vulnerable now. He is sleeping in the recovery cabin..." Tretia said.

   "Kill him." Su Mingan said without hesitation.

   He can't move most of his body now, and there are still streaks on his neck. All of this is due to Lin Guang. Even the white-haired jokes in the barrage were chatted from morning to night, and he had no idea how this rumor spread.

  Tretia looked up, and on the vertical glass surface, she saw a row of blood-colored warning lights flashing high above.

   "I infiltrated the building system before, and Lin Guang is likely to be on the 107th floor. Teacher, if you can kill him, you will be the founder of a new era." Tretia said: "No...you are already."

   "I kill him has nothing to do with merit, he must die." Su Mingan said.

   No matter if that person is Lin Guang or Lu Shu, there is no possibility of turning back to the current situation.

   "I'll help you," Tretia said.

   She hugged him and jumped to a higher floor, as if to break through the silent night and penetrate the dark clouds.

  "...No matter who succeeds me in the future, when my body's vitality ends, please consider that I am dead and don't think about me.

   "…I know, you want to ask me why I want to save mankind. There is no reason, and saving a world doesn't need a reason.

  “…I feel a little tired…”

  In the recovery cabin, Lin Guang had a dream.

   He dreamed that he was pushing the wheelchair of a gray-haired old man who was talking sentence by sentence. The sky was azure blue, the white clouds were as soft as cotton candy, and the air was warm with spring—it was just the end of the cataclysm of the century.

   Since Lin Guang's memory began to recover, he often had this kind of dream of recalling the past.

   "Spring is here..." The white-haired old man stared at the garden: "Lin Guang, stay with me until the evening."

  Ling Guang couldn't remember who the old man in the dream was, but he didn't refuse. The old man gave him a strong sense of intimacy.

   He pushed the old man for a walk in the garden, and the flowers of various seasons were blooming synchronously at this moment. White lilies are the most numerous, followed by roses. The wind mixes the fragrance of flowers and blows away in the distance.

  Although he doesn't know where it is, the white lily is beautiful, and the butterfly is also beautiful, like a flame.

   If it can make him feel relaxed, then let's pass this dream.

Although the old man is very weak, there are not many wrinkles on his face. His bloodshot eyes are still full of energy, which makes people see the light in his eyes, which is extremely bright, as if a small halo is buried in it.

   "Crash-" The spring breeze blows, the flowers dance freely in the air, the green leaves grow rapidly, and the buds spread out loosely.

  The old man stopped his wheelchair and sat quietly in the sea of ​​flowers. A red rose fell on his silver-white hair, like a bright drop of blood in a sea of ​​snow.

   "Lin Guang, I want to eat sweets." The old man said suddenly.

   "I'll do it for you." Even though he didn't know who the old man in the dream was, Lin Guang still replied subconsciously.

   Half an hour later, he came out of the kitchen with a strawberry cake.

  The hour hand is drawn to twelve noon, and the time in the dream passes very quickly.

  —The old man was quietly leaning on the wheelchair, eyes closed, and seemed to be asleep. The sunlight from the flowerbed shone brightly on his gray hair, and for a while, the pale eyelashes of the old man seemed to have a layer of golden light that was about to fall.

   "click", Lin Guang placed the strawberry cake on the table, barely making a sound. He vaguely felt that he should not disturb the old man's sleep, the old man seemed to be tired all his life.

   However, with just a light sound, the old man woke up instantly, like a vigilant hedgehog, with a faint white light swaying around the old man.

   Seeing the light in front of him, the old man's defenses faded little by little.

   "Chocolate strawberry cake?" The old man glanced at the cake on the white table in the flower garden: "I don't like chocolate."

  Ling Guang looked blank. He didn't know that the old man didn't like chocolate.

   "Forget it, chocolate is actually pretty good too." The old man smiled and stretched out his hand—

   "Pt!"

   A violent crash sounded, and Lin Guang stepped forward to help the old man who suddenly vomited blood. The table had been knocked over.

  The blood of the old man is cold, like unmelted ice and snow.

  Lin Guang's clothes were stained with the blood. A strong sadness surged out inexplicably. Seeing this scene, he was suddenly in such pain that he couldn't breathe. The old man seemed to be dying, and he was so weak that he couldn't even sit.

   He still couldn't remember who the old man was, but he felt that the death of this man would make him extremely sad, as if it would take away all his soul.

   "Why, I'm so sad?" Lin Guang asked.

   The old man's thin fingers clenched tightly around his sleeve.

   "Because of 'love', can you understand?" the old man said softly.

   "'Love'." Ling Guang said: "What is 'Love'?"

The old man    shook his head without explaining the word.

   After a while, the old man sat up straight, his gray eyes like a hazy layer of smoke.

  Old man: "After I leave. Lin Guang, you don't have to call yourself a light chaser anymore, you are also light."

  Ling Guang: "What... what?"

   He doesn't understand, what does he call himself?

The old man: "The dawn system has been turned on, Tretia and the others have been in for a few days, you should go in as soon as possible. Thank you for accompanying me through these last days. Don't be sad, death is just a rest for me, I am very early just want to rest...

  I don't love everyone in this world. Some people spend their lives in vain and hit heroes head on, which brings the world to this state. But I love most of them. The wisdom of civilization, the sparkle of humanity...these are all worth loving. While you are alive, the way you chase the future is thousands of times more beautiful than those other-dimensional creatures that are coveting..."

   "And..." The old man said here, hesitated for a moment, and added:

"You don't have to tell people that I'm dead, you don't have to tell people that the 'I' in the future is just a bionic body. If a bionic body can give everyone confidence and make them always have light in their eyes - then I will always be the one that keeps them determined spiritual sculpture."

   Hearing this sentence, a flood of memories suddenly flooded into Lin Guang's brain.

   The memory was revived at this moment, and he suddenly remembered—

   The time of this memory is the first year just after the end of the cataclysm of the century. At that time, human infighting had not intensified, and there was not even a free camp and a **** camp.

   This year, the old man was dying of illness. This remote garden villa is where he spends his last days with the old man.

  The white lily in the garden was catalyzed by the seeds he brought back, so it bloomed so well.

  He caught the butterflies in the garden one by one with his own hands. He likes red, and the butterflies fly like burning flames.

  The white round table on which the cake was placed was picked up from the ruins a few days ago. He repaired the broken table legs with the old man. The old man also praised his talent for carpentry.

   During the festival a few days ago, he wrote a greeting to the old man, and the old man praised him for his beautiful handwriting. He would make tea for the old man every day, the tea was clear, the green leaves swirled on the tea liquid, like a crimson butterfly kissing the petals, the color of the tea was not a hint of scarlet.

  The old man said that he was his best friend.

  The old man's name is…

   "Don't be sad, thank you for staying with me to the end." The old man said.

  The expression of the old man became more and more calm, and those deep eyes looked up at the blue sky, as if to engrave such a beautiful spring day in his eyes.

   Such a beautiful spring day, he will never see it again.

   "Spring will come." The old man muttered to himself.

   "Spring?" Lin Guang repeated: "Is it coming? Will it come?"

  Why can't he see spring at all after decades?

   "click", "click", "click", the wall clock chimes softly.

   Four o'clock, five o'clock, six o'clock...

   "Crash--" The night wind suddenly rose, and the flower buds that were about to be bloomed at this moment simultaneously, and thousands of petals woke up from the dead silence, and warmly stretched and bloomed in the face of the setting sun.

   "You don't want to die, can you?" Lin Guang said.

   He vaguely felt that he was about to lose again, the pain of loss was like lingering moisture.

  The old man smiled for a moment, and suddenly said softly:

   "Actually, I don't want to die either..."

   "I also want to go down with you, I also want to see the real Haruhi, I want to live a long, long time, I want to drive out the enemy with my own hands..."

   "But I don't have a better ending..."

   "click", "click", "click".

  The clock ticks, seven, eight, nine at night…

The green leaves on the branches are flourishing rapidly, and in the next instant, they turn from green to gold, and are dyed into brilliant golden yellow - it is a ginkgo tree like a golden butterfly, and the golden color is like a crack torn through the night, like another sunrise. .

   Ten o'clock.

   Eleven o'clock.

   This day was like a rehearsal of jumping from spring to winter, and Lin Guang didn't even have time to brush the ginkgo leaves off the old man's shoulders.

  The time in the dream is ticking fast, and no one can stand in the long river of time forever.

   "You..." Lin Guang said softly.

   But no one responded.

   "..." Lin Guang didn't move.

   The drooping silver thread swept across the flying butterflies, the old man's head drooped weakly, and the light in his eyes did not dim until he closed his eyelids.

   He left under the ginkgo tree, the rose petals on his hair withered.

  Ling Guang still maintained the posture of brushing away the ginkgo leaves for the old man and froze in place.

   Until he completely lost his strength and knelt down beside the old man. At this moment, he suddenly experienced intense grief, and his throat was as dry as a desert.

   This day is the first year of the cataclysm, December 31st, twelve o'clock in the morning.

  —The dawn system is turned on, and the password is "L-I-G-H-T". A world has entered a new century.

   The old man who died was named "Asa Akto".

   Died of pouring the source of the world into the dawn system, exhausted his vitality, and was only twenty years old.

"Meow".

   a cat meowing.

  Linguang turned his head dazedly, his vision was hazy, through tears, he saw a small black cat walking towards him.

   This is a cat raised by an old man.

   The black cat held a piece of letter paper and wrote several small characters "Zhi Linguang", the font he knew by heart.

   He slowly opened the letter.

  【Lin Guang, after I die, don't rush to die first. 】

   is such a line of words.

  Linguang put down the cake knife he just got in his hand.

With a    "bang", he lost his strength and slumped to the ground.

  【I used to want to tell you a lot of things, but never had the chance, and eventually you became more and more paranoid. I want to tell you that it is not your fault, but me, that the world has developed to the current state of despair. 】

  【In the past time, I tried everything to the best of my ability, but I didn't have a happy ending. I know that after I die, you will definitely choose to commit suicide. Even if you are forced to live in the world, every second is torture for you. I respect all your choices. 】

  【Just, before you die, please arrange the preconditions of the dawn system. The Dawn System is our only hope of protecting the world. 】

  【You are a good person, you don't have to feel guilty. 】

  【I have never disliked you, you are my best friend. 】

  【Finally, let me write a poem for you that I have read. 】

  【"I want to live forever."】

  【"I want to become a star."】

  【"Let my love twinkle in the sky,"】

  【"Let my soul float in the universe."】

  【"I want to live forever,"】

  【"I want to become a giant tree, so that everyone in the world can see my existence,"]

  【"Let the moon illuminate for me when night falls..."】

【All right. 】

  【Although I am young, it is a pity, but it is over. 】

【bye, good night. 】

  Ling Guang clenched the stationery tightly.

   In front of him, the splendid ginkgo fluttered like a butterfly, as beautiful as a dream, like a golden storm.

   In the dark of night, the ginkgo tree rustled, as if a young man in a white coat stayed among the ginkgo leaves, stared at the world for a moment, and smiled.

  Lin Guang suddenly woke up.

   He panted violently in the recovery cabin, his eyes were wet, and the dazzling indoor lights pierced into his eyes. This memory dream affected him too much.

   He was about to stand up when he suddenly saw the figure of Lewis outside the door of the room.

  —Wait, why is Lewis here?

   Before he could react, he heard a violent explosion, and the fire instantly engulfed the room.

   "Boom-!!"

   (end of this chapter)

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