After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

The moment Su Motong's consciousness was uploaded into the main brain's light core, an unprecedented phenomenon occurred.

Su Mo saw the walls around him getting closer and closer, and the sense of oppression gradually increased. The light emitted from those mechanical instruments became distorted and blurred, like an oil painting splashed with water, the colors mixed into a chaos.

Various objects in the room began to melt, like sand castles crumbling under the impact of the tide. The people around me were also being torn apart by some invisible force, their bodies turning into wisps of grey smoke that drifted away in the air.

Everything before my eyes was collapsing.

This is not a collapse in the physical sense, nor is there any enemy attacking here.

Because except for Su Mo, no one else noticed anything unusual. Everyone was still talking and laughing about what had just happened, as if nothing had happened.

Su Mo's ears were filled with faint whispers, as if they came from a faraway place, or as if they were right there in his mind, constantly recounting the dream that had reappeared over and over again over the past few years.

"Su Mo, think carefully about your ending."

“The end is the end.”

"It's all over. That's the end."

“After the ending, there is nothing.”

The ceiling of the control room also began to collapse, and cracks spread rapidly like a spider web. Through the cracks, one could see the gradually darkening sky. The sun at dawn was torn apart and turned into countless tiny points of light that scattered in all directions.

It was an apocalyptic scene, everything and everything was crumbling into pieces, turning into colorful fragments that danced and swirled before his eyes before disappearing.

Most of the companions standing around have also disappeared, but no one noticed it. They are still talking about where to go today to celebrate the beginning of a new era, completely unaware that the world is disappearing into ashes.

At the moment when we pressed the button together just now, one person arrived but did not go on stage.

Su Mo's gaze passed over the disintegrating particles in the sky, and fell on the stage, landing on the girl standing alone.

In this rapidly collapsing world, Qi Ling's figure appears small and lonely, with her long silver hair draped over her shoulders like scattered moonlight, and her slightly pale face exudes an indescribable cold beauty.

Just now, all the companions expressed their trust in Sumer, shouldered the historical responsibility together, and pressed the button that would change the fate of the world hand in hand.

Only Qi Ling did not participate.

Because it didn't make sense to her.

What does it matter whether you believe it or not?

What will happen to this world in the future? Will it be ruined by Sumer's wishful thinking? Or will a perfect world really be born?

What does the fate of mankind have to do with her?

The reason why she did not die in the winter of the 152nd year of Dawn was purely because she wanted to live for Sumer, and it has been like this for so many years.

Whether things will get better or worse in the future, as long as Su Mo is by her side, her world will not be incomplete.

So she doesn't need to express trust like others, her answer is always destined.

Su Mo looked at the lonely silver-haired girl, unspeakable melancholy welling up in his heart. As the collapse of the world around him intensified, he could not use any words to express the pain at the moment, only tears gradually blurred his vision.

Qi Ling was also looking at Su Mo at this time, her eyes seemed to penetrate everything and reach the depths of her soul, seeing the silent pain and reluctance.

The two just stared at each other, and the air was filled with silent sadness, as if even time had stopped.

People in love who understand each other are always like this, no words, but their feelings are better than a thousand words.

Because eyes are a language unique to lovers.

Su Mo clearly didn't say anything, and Qi Ling couldn't sense the collapse of the world around her at all, but just by looking at those tearful eyes, she quietly realized the meaning behind the gaze.

Sumer is leaving.

Although I don't know where he is going.

But Qi Ling could tell from his reluctant look that he was leaving.

Qi Ling didn't understand why Su Mo left her at this moment.

If you knew she was going to leave, why did you try to keep her? Wouldn't it be better to just let her die quietly in that winter?

Why did you break into her world, leaving the deepest memory in her heart, and now quietly leave, leaving her with the deepest scar?

Tears quietly slipped from Su Mo's eyes, his hands hung limply at his sides, his fingertips trembling slightly. He tried hard to suppress the pain in his heart, but he could not stop the sadness from gushing out.

"Zero, I'm sorry"

“I didn’t know it would be like this.”

Qi Ling stood there alone, distraught, her vision becoming increasingly blurred.

The dawn may soon rise in this world.

And her world will return to darkness forever.

The world in front of Su Mo collapsed to the extreme. The ground and the sky were collapsing, and the figures of Dongdong and others turned into green smoke and disappeared.

Not only those entities, but even the invisible concept of space began to disintegrate. Countless cracks emerged out of thin air, and nothing could be seen through them, only endless nothingness.

Su Mo raised his hand and wanted to touch Qi Ling, but he found that his body was also disintegrating. Everything was no longer under his control and he could not move forward at all.

His body seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force, and unprecedented severe pain came from his head, as if an invisible hand was tearing his consciousness apart.

Just when Su Mo was about to lose consciousness, he suddenly felt his body being hugged, and the skin contact brought the same warmth as always.

At the end of matter and time in this world, Qi Ling held Su Mo on tiptoe and left a kiss as gentle as the wind on his lips.

One last kiss.

Her voice seemed unclear and almost inaudible due to the collapse of everything around her, but it was so strong that it seemed to penetrate Sumer's soul.

"Come back to me."

The darkness was like a bottomless abyss, enveloping Su Mo deeply.

There was no concept of time, no feeling at all, just nothingness.

His consciousness floated in the darkness, and he didn't know when he would find a way out.

Suddenly, a faint light penetrated the darkness, like a white star lighting up in the night, guiding him forward.

The light gradually became brighter, and Su Mo's consciousness began to revive. He felt the existence of his body. Although it was heavy, he gradually became conscious.

There was a vague sound in my ears, the cold dripping sound of some instrument, and people talking in low voices.

He tried to open his eyes, but the process was extremely difficult. His consciousness fell into unconsciousness several times and then woke up again, so much so that he didn't know whether he was dreaming or awake.

Finally, as a hazy white mist covered his eyes, his vision gradually became clearer and he was finally able to see things clearly.

A ward appeared in front of me. The white walls made people feel a little cold and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. It was daytime and the light from outside was blocked by the curtains, leaving only a thin gap to let in some weak sunlight.

Su Mo looked at his body with difficulty and found himself lying on a medical bed with many tubes inserted into his body. The ticking sound of the ECG monitor was particularly clear in the silent room.

Several doctors were standing around the bed, their eyes wide open and sharp, as if they were waiting for some important moment.

When they saw Su Mo open his eyes, the doctors showed relieved smiles on their faces.

"He's awake!"

The doctors applauded, as if celebrating Su Mo's awakening.

Su Mo's eyes were full of confusion, not knowing what was going on. He tried to speak, but found that his throat was dry and no sound came out.

Just then, the door of the ward was pushed open, and father Su Xun and mother Li Huishu hurried in, their faces full of anxiety and worry.

But when he saw his son open his eyes, all those emotions turned into joy and tears.

Li Huishu rushed to Su Mo's bed first. Because her son was still connected to a tube, she didn't dare to move. She held his hand tightly and choked with tears, "Son, you finally woke up."

Su Xun also came over, his eyes red with excitement.

As the pillar of the family, he seemed more mature and rational. He first patted Su Mo's shoulder gently, then bowed to the doctors and thanked them: "Thank you, doctors, thank you for saving my child."

Su Mo still felt confused. He looked at the concerned faces of his parents and the relieved faces of the doctors, and his heart was full of doubts.

He wanted to ask himself why he was here and what happened, but the dryness in his throat made it difficult for him to make a sound.

The attending doctor walked to the bedside and said softly, "Su Mo, my last name is Chen, and I'm your attending doctor. You can just call me Doctor Chen. You just woke up and are still very weak."

"Don't worry, we will slowly tell you what happened. First, recall it yourself. Do you remember what happened before you lost consciousness?"

Su Mo tried hard to recall, which took several minutes. During this time, the dryness in his throat was slightly relieved and he was able to speak again.

He murmured, "I had just completed all the achievements in the game "Dawn". Then I turned off the computer and went to sleep. Then I lost consciousness."

Doctor Chen nodded. "That's right. We checked your medical history and found that you had an accident when you were a child, which left some brain trauma."

"These traumas have never healed, including your hyperamnesia, which are all the subsequent effects of the trauma."

"More than three years ago, on the day you lost consciousness, the trauma to your brain recurred, severely affecting your brain nerves, and eventually you fell into a state of consciousness collapse."

"This kind of trauma cannot be cured with previous technology, and you are likely to become a vegetable. But you are lucky. At that time, there was a new type of therapy in the cutting-edge field, called "consciousness cycle construction therapy."

"Its principle is to build a circulation pathway in the patient's brain nerves and guide it through external means such as drugs. As long as the patient's bioelectric current can flow through this circulation, consciousness can be restored."

"To give you a down-to-earth analogy, you like playing games, right? You can understand that in reality your brain is damaged due to trauma, but we have used medical means to build a pathway that can be used to repair the brain."

"The process of your brain nerve bioelectric current flowing through this pathway is like playing a game, from the beginning to going through a series of events and finally reaching the end."

"From the starting point to the end point, once this process is completed, your consciousness cycle is completed, the brain is repaired, and the person can regain consciousness."

Su Mo seemed a little absent-minded at this time, trying to understand what Dr. Chen said.

The doctors didn't say anything else and let Su Mo think on his own.

After a while, Su Mo came back to his senses and asked blankly, "You mean, everything I've experienced over the past three years was instilled into me by you through therapy? In order to help me complete the consciousness cycle?"

Doctor Chen shook his head and said, "Oh no, you misunderstood. The specific content of the consciousness loop is not controlled by us, but is projected from the patient's deep subconscious mind."

"In previous clinical cases, each patient experienced different scenarios during treatment."

"Some people say they watched a movie they had seen before, and they woke up after watching it."

“Some people also said that they went back to their childhood and relived their childhood with their childhood friends.”

"Depending on the situation the patient is experiencing, the duration of the consciousness cycle construction therapy can vary, from a few hours to a few days to a few months."

"And it took more than three years to build something like yours. To be honest, this is the first time I've seen this in clinical practice. We also want to ask you, what did you go through?"

After hearing what Dr. Chen said, the last cloud of doubt in Su Mo's heart dissipated.

When he was in the Dawn World, he first realized the problem was the dream that kept recurring.

Su Mo, think carefully about your ending.

The end is the end.

It's all over, that's the end.

After the ending, there is nothing.

Although he was not 100% sure at the time, he had a vague feeling that something would definitely happen the moment he "passed the level".

So, this is what those subconscious metaphors in dreams mean.

The end is the end.

The cycle of consciousness constructs the endpoint of therapy.

After the ending, there is nothing.

Because when the end is reached and the therapy is completed, the person should wake up.

At this time, Dr. Chen called out tentatively: "Su Mo?"

Su Mo came back to his senses and remembered Dr. Chen's question just now, so he briefly recounted his experience of "traveling through time" to the Dawn World.

Perhaps because he has seen all kinds of patients receiving this type of treatment, with all kinds of conditions, Dr. Chen was not particularly surprised by Su Mo's experience.

He said thoughtfully, "Well, that makes sense. You had just finished playing the game called Dawn before you lost consciousness, and that was when your subconscious mind had the deepest impression of it, so the content constructed by the consciousness loop was everything about it."

"The reason why it took you more than three years to wake up is because your 'clearance' process took more than three years, from your so-called time travel to the final ending."

After that, he patted Su Mo's shoulder gently and comforted him: "In short, everything seems to be normal now. You have recovered now and can return to normal life. Just remember to have regular checkups."

"Doctor Chen." Su Mo suddenly interrupted him.

Su Mo looked into Dr. Chen's eyes, his deep gaze seemed to penetrate his heart.

"Can you tell me how to get back?"