War Paradise

The power of laser weapons is that the speed of human reaction cannot dodge the speed of light at all. The moment of death has already come when the light is on.

However, to Lin Chi now, the light beam that was supposed to be deadly seemed very slow.

Moreover, it couldn't be easier to clear that thing.

...

At the last moment before the body was penetrated by the light beam, the white light that tore through the dark void suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Lin Chi only relied on a single thought to clear the opponent's attack. After all, in this virtual world cast by quantum computers, permission level 5 is already close to the level of "gods".

To be precise, the current self has surpassed most of the NPCs in the paradise of war that were set as "gods".

While a large amount of game data entered his consciousness, he also mastered a new way of fighting at the same time.

——Your body is just a symbol, the real you is the carrier of the spirit.

——Listen to the voice of the universe, everything will become your weapon.

Ignoring his body that was condensing again, Lin Chi closed his eyes, but the scene in his sight became clearer.

The perception of permission level 5 has long been not through human senses, but an all-round three-dimensional sensing of all spaces in the surrounding area. As the "Operation Guide" said, the newly recast body is just an insignificant symbol.

When the war reaches this point, it has essentially entered the spiritual level from the physical level. To win, there is only one way to defeat the opponent's spirit.

However, even if it has been controlled, the Terminator's consciousness is still firm.

"I will...win!"

"revenge!"

It seemed to originate from the shouts of thousands of people, converging into a dangerous torrent, and spreading into Lin Chi's consciousness. The opponent's desire to win was so strong that even Lin Chi's consciousness was "trembling" slightly.

The strong malice in that guy's mind made Lin Chi feel a strong danger. However, after so many years of "tempering" in the virtual space, he is also familiar with this dangerous scene.

"Wake up, you have been manipulated."

Lin Chi used his mind to talk to the guy, with a hint of mockery: "You are just a puppet controlled by the death messenger. If you continue like this, your consciousness will be completely destroyed."

"Not a puppet, not a puppet, not a puppet!"

The retelling repeated thousands of times in one second, shaking Lin Chi's consciousness. He has to admit that the Terminator at this moment has completely overwhelmed himself in momentum:

"I am not a puppet! This is my own wish! This time, I will win the game!"

"I know what you are thinking, I know what you are thinking! You just want to watch my jokes, bet when I will die, use me as a stupid background board, and think that I'm just a clown..."

"But I am not a clown! My name is the End-Ender! I am the strongest war robot! I\'mback! My existence is to win!"

The Terminator's consciousness seemed to be shattering, and the thoughts that came from it had become incoherent, but the flames burning in it still passed to Lin Chi's side.

——This person has long since collapsed, and only the strong idea of ​​"winning" is left. It sounds sad, but...

"Aren't you the same?"

An unexpected thought made Lin Chi laugh with self-deprecating laughter.

That's right, I used to be like this before.

The "old salted fish", who has always had no interest in the real world, seemed to open the door to a new world when he first came into contact with the exciting virtual world.

At that time, I was soaking in the imaging game warehouse in my brain almost every day, lingering in various virtual worlds. Whether it was the crudely crafted "virtual sightseeing programs" at the beginning, or the thrilling brain imaging games later, they all took up a lot of his time.

Then, in the game, the self who has always been "clean and low in desire" also developed a strong sense of victory and defeat:

"I can understand what you think."

Lin Chi smiled and passed on his thoughts: "I have always been addicted to the virtual world, and this is the same today. Compared to the real world, I feel that I am more suitable for living in this kind of place. So...in this world Here, I don’t want to lose to anyone, at least that’s what I thought at the beginning."

——Although he seems to be a lazy guy, he did not become a professional player because of his "talent". In order to win in the game, the self, who valued the victory very much, had to train a lot every day.

But in those days, e-sports in brain imaging games did not exist at all. My own training is not so much for playing professionally, it is better to say that I simply don't want to lose to anyone.

Even today, that kind of strong desire to win will occasionally occupy one's mind. but--

"Don't be fooled by'victory.' Trying to win will only make you lose even worse."

Even in the final battle of life and death, Lin Chi's attitude was still very peaceful, conveying his thoughts to the terminator shrouded in hatred:

"E-sports doesn't need losers. To play games is to win. I also know these truths. However, you are now in a frenzy. I have never seen a guy like you win a championship in any game."

"Excessive care about the outcome will only make you lose your mind, the operation will become rigid, and the battle will be unruly. People who cannot calm down cannot go further on this road. E-sports needs absolute calmness. "

The Terminator paused for a moment, and what followed was a more manic stream of consciousness, like a subwoofer installed on the bedside, and a high-powered frontal bombardment on Lin Chi:

"Don't preach to me! Successful people like you will never understand me! I just want to win! Why, why? It's really so difficult for me to win once? Since you are so high-sounding, then give up now and let me kill Isn’t that all right? Anyway, you don’t care about the outcome, right?”

"Sorry, I can not do it."

Lin Chi rejected the other party's proposal: "If I leave now, you will be completely helpless."

He knew that if the Terminator who had fallen into madness continued to be controlled by the death messenger, his self-awareness might be completely wiped out. More importantly, the two hundred and thirty seconds the observer said, only fifty seconds have passed.

In any case, the Terminator must now be held back. However, in the remaining one hundred and eighty seconds, the other party obviously didn't intend to continue "chattering" with him.

"I knew it, you were just playing me!"

The terminator's wailing seemed to come from the abyss of purgatory, and in the distant darkness, a beam of purple light lit up again:

"Look at it, this time the winner is definitely me, it can only be me, it must be me!"