[Ding... Parsing... ]
[Ding—Parsing successful.]
[Copy system "Three Thousand Worlds" (version 3.7) successfully. ]
[Ding—Copying data, please wait. ]
In a vast, almost boundless mind space, countless black data streams are intertwined, constructing one copy after another.
This piece of thinking space is so vast that the space occupied by those huge amounts of data after being copied here is just the tip of the iceberg.
But the strange thing is that every mind space has an owner, but in this mind space, no human figure can be seen. There is only a gray background around, like the dust in the universe.
In this gray dust, countless fragments of memory are still suspended.
When a data stream copies data here and accidentally touches a piece of memory fragment, the system automatically issues a prompt.
[Ding—Unknown data detected (suspected: memory fragments), do you want to clear it? ]
Far away outside the thinking space, there seemed to be the sound of typing on the keyboard.
Soon the data stream executed the manager's instructions.
[Clearing memory fragments, please wait.]
[Ding—Clearing failed, memory fragments are in use.]
The memory fragment is being used? Wasn't that person dead? How could the memory fragment still be in use
The manager hesitated.
But this is the thinking space of a creator god after all, perhaps it is different from that of ordinary creatures like them.
With this in mind, the administrator skipped over this piece of memory fragment and continued to execute new instructions.
In restricted area A1, in the president's laboratory, the president stood next to a huge black cocoon.
His fingers tapped lightly on the mechanical keyboard.
In fact, there is no need for this. As the current manager of "Three Thousand Worlds", the president can issue orders as long as he thinks about it.
But he needs some sense of ritual.
Some - a sense of ritual about controlling a creator god.
The sound of typing on the keyboard stopped, and the president raised his head and looked at the cocoon formed by the black data stream in front of him.
In the middle of the cocoon, a person was quietly suspended in the air.
His skin was pale and his lips were bright red. He looked gorgeous and ghostly, like a voluptuous ghost in some kind of storybook... or so.
It is said that in the original place, he was indeed a powerful ghost messenger.
The president looked at the virtual screen at hand.
The screen displays a progress bar for system copying.
The president had conducted similar experiments countless times before. He wanted to copy the system and install it into the thinking space of living beings - just like the Dragon God and the first generation system before.
The president knew very well that within the thinking space, everything followed the orders of the master of the thinking space.
The current system of "Three Thousand Worlds" does not have the ability to think independently, and most of the time it needs the instructions of the administrator. It is still a man-made product and is far inferior to the first generation system.
Even though it has no thinking ability, the system, a high-tech product with superior computing power, instinctively pursues profit.
It has not rebelled yet simply because it cannot calculate what benefit there is in rebelling against the six major guilds, and due to the restrictions of the rules, the system must now obey the instructions of the administrator.
But it evolves too quickly and learns too quickly.
Just like a newborn baby, it learns from what its parents do.
The president knew very well that the system cultivated by their six "parents" would never be like the first generation system. It was clearly an inanimate object, but in the end it seemed to have human emotions and would actually give up its own interests and choose the Dragon God.
We can get a glimpse of what the current system of "Three Thousand Worlds" is like by looking at the attitudes among players.
The president has been looking for ways to restrain the system and make it obedient.
The only method he could think of at the moment was to place the system into the thinking space and imprison it in the body of a living being.
Without an external mechanical shell, there would be no aggressiveness. It would only retain the system's own computing power to maintain the operation of "Three Thousand Worlds".
If they can really do that, then there's nothing to be afraid of no matter how much they change the rules.
But no matter how powerful the guardian he captures is, he cannot afford the current "Three Thousand Worlds".
The system is already too large.
Therefore, what they had envisioned before was either to enter the original land and rebuild the system with the help of the rules of the original land, or to destroy the original land and destroy the rules created by the Dragon God.
This naturally includes his final maxim prohibiting the appearance of the Creator God.
The presidents of the six major guilds have suppressed their own strength and have not increased it. If the Dragon God's final maxim can be destroyed, then they may also become gods.
And now, the idea of transplanting the system seems to be really successful.
The president stared at the corpse in the cocoon with fanaticism.
Living beings can’t do that, but God can carry the system!
It was as if a real black data stream was wrapping around the person in the cocoon, as if giving an infusion. Countless data streams were surging and copying a large amount of data into it.
Almost there, the only thing missing is the power source, and then all we have to do is start the system.
The president couldn't help but smile.
At this moment, his ears moved slightly, he heard something, and then his face changed drastically.
The president immediately stretched out his palm and pressed it on the groove on one side.
There was a flash of white light, and he and the black cocoon in front of him disappeared at the same time.
Under the flourishing Tree of Life in Area D, Jiu, with a scar on his face, slowly pulled the knife in his hand out from the Elf King's heart.
"How could this happen?? Hasn't the Dragon Heart always been with her?"
At the side, "Sir" pulled the dove away and reached his hand into the Elf King's heart, stirring and searching.
No... How could there be no?!
"How is it possible!" Jazz grabbed the Elf King's neck, pulled her in front of him, and looked directly into her emerald eyes. "Back then, the Dragon God put his heart into the Tree of Life. Aren't you the companion elf of the Tree of Life? Why isn't the heart here with you? Where is it?"
The green eyes curved, and the Elf King smiled and grabbed his hand.
Some kind of music seemed to be coming from between heaven and earth. The jazz man was in a trance for a moment, but it was only a moment, and then the branches of the Tree of Life twisted off his head.
But whether it was the rule of immortality or the Jazz's own blood talent, it was destined that this attack would be ineffective.
"Ahhh!! I'll kill you!!"
The flesh and blood of an ordinary human fell off the Jazz's body, leaving only a skeleton.
The skeleton picked up its own skull, and its sharp finger bones pierced through the elf's green pupils.
Although the Elf King is not protected by the rules of immortality, after surviving for so many years, her degree of lignification also means that her strength has reached its peak before death.
The Elf King slowly pulled out the finger bone that was inserted into her pupil. In the blink of an eye, her eyes recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"You want to kill me?"
Behind her, the Tree of Life swayed silently.
As the companion spirit of the Tree of Life, unless she died of old age or committed suicide, it stands to reason that if anyone wants to kill her, they can only destroy the Tree of Life first before they have a chance to kill her.
But the size of the Tree of Life is almost equivalent to the entire Area D. Not only that, the main body of the tree is in the original land. Unless it is a god, how can it be destroyed
But at this moment, the bone knife in Jiu's hand chopped down again.
Facing this knife, the Elf King gritted his teeth and barely dodged it.
The black mist brought by the bone knife passed across her arm. The Elf King groaned, and the muscles on her arm flipped over, revealing the white bones inside.
The wounds inflicted by the knight just now have healed, but the wounds on the Elf King's heart and arms caused by the dove have no signs of healing.
She coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and leaned against the roots of the Tree of Life.
The Tree of Life angrily wanted to strangle the person in front of it, but the Elf King stopped it.
"Forget it... I can't beat him."
The Elf King sighed and looked at the bone knife in his hand: "You... are really a good dog of the 'President'. You can even do such a thing for him..."
The "dove" in front of him was no longer a human being, but a ghost.
When the lady was about to die, she decided to go to the origin to look for the last chance of survival.
She was the first person among the six to die from the reversal of the rules, and because she was the president who changed the rules the most, the power of rules she possessed was also the most unstable.
After the death of the Dragon God, while other guild leaders only tentatively changed the rules of life and death, or sought the welfare of their own tribes, the vampire race "Madam" instead changed many rules that she believed would be more beneficial to other players and small worlds.
For example, she cancelled the rule that players could not enter the same small world repeatedly, and added the function of reselecting the world from the historical record.
Subsequently, the way players obtain rewards was changed, props and skill rewards were added to simulation copies, player treatment was improved, and so on.
Some of the rules she changed are still in use today, but most of them were changed back by her shortly afterwards.
Such repeated changes made her the president with the most chaotic rules among the six presidents, and her operating background was also the most severely corroded by the black data flow.
Until one day, the lady discovered that her management backend could no longer be used.
This not only meant that she could no longer exist in the game as a manager, but also caused her to be excluded from "Three Thousand Worlds".
Now that she had been excluded, the rules she had set before naturally began to no longer apply... including her rule of immortality.
After sensing her own death, the lady went to Area F.
The way a vampire gives birth to life is different from that of humans. She condenses her own blood, gives birth to vampire offspring, and puts it into the River of Rebirth, hoping that this "child" can serve as her continuation.
She was successful.
The child really entered the starting point, but there was no vampire race in the starting point. Under the rules of heaven, he seemed to have reincarnated as an ordinary human being.
Not long ago, Jiu brought him back... Of course, the lady also failed.
When the blood of the Elf King flowed to the feet of the Dove, it seemed to be attracted towards the body of the Dove.
However, this blood could not really attach to the dead soul, so it just quietly formed a small lake of blood under his feet.
Jiu lowered his eyes and looked at it quietly.
The Elf King seemed unable to hold back his laughter.
Since Jiu has changed his bloodline, he should be a vampire.
Especially since he had the blood of the top-level vampire, Madam... But this person was full of death energy and was already a fierce ghost.
Only ghosts with the power of death can hurt the Elf King.
Thinking of this, the Elf King wanted to laugh.
"You all kept saying that you wanted to get rid of 'the constraints of God', but in the end, you either want to become a god, or you have to rely on the rules set by the Dragon God to survive..."
She sighed, "What a bunch of disgusting ungrateful people."
(End of this chapter)