War Paradise

The world’s chaos index is falling.

Lin Chi, who had obtained the authority of the Creator, stood in the very center of the world--to be precise, on a small platform floating at an altitude of 40,000 meters, gazing at the blue planet below.

The world simulated in "War Paradise" is still in line with the actual earth as a whole. Although many of the history and technology inside are off track, the terrain is very restored.

In order to save space, those game maps appearing on other planets or other worlds from the player's perspective. In fact, they are all placed in the inner space of this "earth". Similar to a secret room in a closed apartment.

Moreover, there is not only one such planet.

In Lin Chi's line of sight, three thousand "earths" isolated from each other are spinning.

In order to stop the chaos, the creators created a large number of parallel worlds, but they accelerated the chaos and accelerated the destruction.

But now, the threat of destruction is receding.

——The reason why the world is in chaos is that, in the final analysis, there is too much data. As long as a part of the data can be erased, the death can be delayed.

At this time, the "population" of this world is decreasing.

Unlike the indiscriminate killing of the death messenger, Lin Chi can be said to be a very benevolent **** of death. He did not forcibly deprive the natives of NPC of their lives, but gave them the opportunity of their own choice.

When he was still in Flame Wind City, what the old man in charge of the intelligence agency wanted was permanent death.

For a long time, the system of this world has not given them the opportunity to choose, but now, the situation has changed.

Those aborigines who have long been tired of "eternity" can finally choose the long-awaited death. When they die, all data about them will be completely deleted.

With the disappearance of these people, a lot of space was released.

But of course Lin Chi's actions will not end there.

At this moment, he is equal to the highest administrator authority in this world. For Lin Chi, almost all the data in "War Paradise" has become content that can be read and modified at will.

In addition to reducing the population, his next operation is to reduce the number of "parallel worlds".

The thousands of parallel worlds created by designers require a lot of calculations to maintain. Although the guy also wanted to delete some worlds directly, he did not have the right to delete them. You can only follow the instructions of Pulse Entertainment, disguise the world as a game, and continue to execute the "Nearly Universe" plan.

But now, Lin Chi's authority is above the designer, enough to directly make changes to this world.

"It's time to move, everyone..."

Lin Chi waved his right hand, and the two "earths" in his sight merged into one. The NPCs who had lived in different worlds were thrown into the same space.

As the population has decreased a lot, it is now easier to carry out "server consolidation". Although there are many duplicate NPCs in it, as long as they are placed in different positions and not allowed to meet each other.

Moreover, even if two "clones" happen to meet, it's actually not a big deal.

——Even if it is a duplicate of the same person, growing up in a different environment, it will become a completely different existence.

Although with the same appearance and setting, the actual situation of these "clones" can be said to be very different due to the different plots that take place in each parallel world. Just like the two mining queen Media that Lin Chi had met, there seemed to be no similarities at all.

Under his operation, the original 3,000 parallel spaces were reduced to 1,500, and the number was reduced by half. As for those abandoned spaces, naturally they have also been completely deleted and discarded.

As a result, the chaos index in this world further drops. The world that was on the verge of collapse has finally stabilized.

Seeing "Paradise of War" tending to stabilize, Lin Chi, whose spirit has been strained, was finally relieved.

So next, it's time to deal with some of the unstable factors:

"Hey, why are you here..."

Graz Le Pen, a murderer belonging to the Oasis Army, appeared on the deserted wasteland with a dazed expression, watching a group of companions around him.

He remembered clearly that he was still performing a mission on the map of New York. And this ghost place has nothing to do with New York.

The ground below his feet collapsed softly, as if it might collapse at any time, the smell of sulfur floated in the air, and a blue flame was burning in the distance.

Seeing this weird scene and the companions who were also members of the Oasis Army around him, a strong ominous premonition surged in Graz's heart.

——It's almost like bringing all the members of the Oasis Army together and then massacring them. Could it be...

He took out the shuttle device equipped by the members of the Oasis Army, intending to escape this unknown map. But the space here seems to be locked, and the shuttle device that has never failed before is completely unusable at this moment.

"Shit..."

Realizing that the situation is not good, Graz Le Pen cursed.

Then, an "oracle" sounded from the dark red sky:

"Hello everyone from the Oasis Army."

——This sound seems to have been heard somewhere.

Grace Le Pen thought to himself that the familiar voice had already begun to make ruthless rulings on the soldiers of the Oasis Army:

"I know what you did, and I know your purpose. However, your sabotage will end here. I have eliminated your leader, and now it's your turn to be judged."

"Ha...hahahaha!"

A woman not far from Graz laughed madly: "You want to judge us? Even a **** cannot judge the Oasis Army! Do it, kill me!"

The soldiers of the Oasis Army were all madmen who were not afraid of death. Death alone could not stop them. Although Graz did not speak, he was also disdainful.

The gods they believe in are great "death messengers." The existence of that **** is synonymous with death.

Whether it was death or torture, they couldn't stop the Oasis Army from sharing anything. Faced with the "gods" who threw them here, the soldiers of the Oasis Army had begun to regard death as home.

However, things are not that simple:

"I can understand your feelings, and also understand your desire for revenge against mankind. But unfortunately, your revenge ends here."

"Your world is about to be completely isolated from the human world, and there is no need for continued revenge. Now, you can rest."

Upon hearing this, Graz gritted his teeth and said, "Are you going to..."

"Next, I will wash away your memories. You will forget everything about the Oasis Army and survive as ordinary people. Then, I wish you good luck in advance."

As soon as these words came out, all the members of the Oasis Army present were stunned. After a moment of silence, overwhelming curses and desperate roars followed:

"Let us out!"

"you can not--"

For the soldiers of the Oasis Army, the punishment for erasing memories is far better than death. Hearing the words of the "God", even Grace Le Pen, who has experienced many battles, has a strong fear in his heart:

If the memory is washed away, all the efforts in the past will be wasted. In this way, the Oasis Army can be said to be completely destroyed. Everything before, will be--

"damn it……"

Before Graz spoke, the scene before him turned into a flawless whiteness. The memory in my mind that I thought I would never forget disappeared at that moment.

"Honey, you are awake."

A gentle female voice rang in her ears, and Grace sat up abruptly, the thinness of her body slid down, revealing her chest with clear muscle lines.

"I... my head hurts a bit." He touched his messy hair and looked at the gray wall beside him.

"What's the matter? You won't have a fever, right." The woman in the apron put her left hand on his forehead, looking worried: "Would you like to go to the hospital?"

"You are... my wife." Graz pointed at the woman.

"Of course." The blonde smiled. "Who else can I be? You are really sleepy, dear."

"Yeah..." Grace kept rubbing his eyes.

He remembered that this woman is indeed his wife, and this is also his new home where he has lived for ten years. However, some hazy memories still linger in my mind.

"There seems to be something wrong with my head." Graz said softly.

"It's okay, it's fine after eating, get up quickly." The woman pulled him to his feet: "I made a sandwich."

...

Lin Chi smiled slightly when he witnessed the memory of the members of the Oasis Army being washed away and turned into ordinary NPCs.

Although he does not have a specific list of the Oasis Army in his hands, it is still very simple to determine the identity of these guys. Just detect those who carry the special shuttle props of the Oasis Army, and then gather them together and it's done.

At this time, the "Oasis Army", a terrorist organization that threatened the real world, has been destroyed. The next thing to deal with is another army that may pose a threat.

"The soldiers of the Resistance Army, all gather."

The cruel voice of the executioner resounded through the refuge of the rebels. Those rebels who had known the truth of the world a long time ago and gathered under the banner of the queen came to the flat lawn.

The girl in a white shirt and pleated skirt walked out from behind the executioner and stood in front of the crowd. Her light brown curly hair swayed slightly, and the silver bracelet on her wrist reflected the moonlight.

As the empress of the rebel army, this girl seldom gives orders in person, usually the executioner conveys them on her behalf. But this time, she chose to appear in person:

"Uh...Hello everyone."

Maybe it was because of the long-term seclusion, she was not used to it for a while, first cleared her throat, and then slowly said:

"What I want to say is that our war is over."

As soon as these words came out, the resistance fighters in the audience talked a lot, and the blonde maid "Rabid Dog" Satya asked bluntly: "Are you going to give up resistance and surrender to the **** creator?"

"I did not mean that."

The girl stared at her light green eyes and said seriously: "I mean, the Creator and his executive officers will no longer hunt us down."

"Why? Did you reach an agreement with them?" a Resistance fighter asked.

"No, our shelter has been reinforced."

The girl stepped forward and faced the aggressive warriors: "We have always acted on the premise of'getting out of pursuit'. But now, the creators have been defeated, and they can no longer track us."

"This world will become our permanent sanctuary, where everyone can live a comfortable life and will never be chased by the executive officer again."

Hearing this, many soldiers looked relieved. The long-term battles have already left them exhausted and exhausted.

They also immediately accepted the eternal peace that the queen said. However, some hardliners in the resistance army did not intend to stop there:

"I will continue to fight."

A green-skinned orc stepped forward and waved the stick in his hand: "We want to liberate the poor people who are kept in the dark so that they will no longer be oppressed!"

"Yes, the battle will not end like this." This time it was "Rabid Dog" Satya who said: "Just reconcile like this? It's really humiliating. Our fighting hasn't come to an end."

Seeing the opposition from a few people, the executioner was about to speak. The Empress of the Rebel Army has already given the answer:

"I respect everyone's choice. Those who want to continue the resistance can leave by themselves. However, the shelter with the reinforced shell cannot be traced. Once you leave here, you will never be able to return."

Before the words were over, the hard-line members had opened the space door and left without hesitation, leaving only a firm declaration echoing in the open space:

"We have to accomplish a great mission!"

"Whatever, I'm tired..."

The girl sighed, turned around and stared at the dark blue night sky, and whispered softly, "Thank you."

The man did not lie, he did end all wars, at least for the Resistance.

The new refuge of the Resistance Army is located in the depths of the world, and it is impossible for the designer and his minions to reach here. As Lin Chi said, all the wars of the rebels have all ended.

Those hard-line soldiers may continue to struggle. But now she just wants to get a good night's sleep, before that...

"I should be going."

The executioner stared at the girl with scarlet eyes, with a smile on her scarred face: "My wife may be alive, I must go find her."

"Well, goodbye." The girl bowed deeply to him: "Thank you for taking care of you for so long."

"It's okay, to be honest, you are like my daughter." The executioner reached out his hand and touched the little head of the "Queen": "But I have to go. Remember to take care of yourself and don't catch a cold."

"I'm not a kid anymore." The girl looked at him angrily: "Go, go!"

"Don't be too sad, I might see you again in the future."

The executioner said that he turned and opened the space door, and his figure disappeared into the dark air.

Watching the other person leave, the girl turned her head vigorously and walked towards the cabin she had just built.

A drop of tears fell on the blades of grass and slid down after hanging for two seconds.

"Thank you... Farewell."

...

At three o'clock in the morning, Frankenstein, who had been sitting next to the game warehouse, blinked slowly when he saw the man lying in the warehouse.

A white light flashed on the face mask of the welcome robot.

She stood up abruptly, waiting for Lin Chi to wake up.

Five seconds later, Lin Chi stretched out his right hand and pressed the button on the handle of the soft chair to release the restraints on his body.

It may be because he has spent too long in the virtual world. It seems that he is a little strange to reality. First he reached out his hand to touch his cheek, and then rubbed his eyes in confusion.

"Are you okay?" Frankenstein said.

"I... seems to have had a long nightmare." Lin Chi said softly.

——My "master" has awakened, and it stands to reason that he should celebrate now. But for some reason, Frankenstein felt a little weird.

The welcoming robot did not step forward to help, but suddenly took a step back. The tone of speaking rose slightly, with strong alertness:

"who are you?"