travel frog

My name is Shuli, and I come from an unnamed town on the planet Ephira. Because a kind of blue flower blooms there all the year round, I call it the blue flower town.

That is my hometown.

I finished my elementary school in the town, and at that time the idea that the universe was big was still popular. Everyone was full of longing and fear for the mysterious starry sky, and thought that the shining Milky Way was like the gold mine of Boss Tulisi in the town. , Gold is everywhere, there are inexhaustible resources everywhere, and at the same time, there are terrifying giants like the gold swallowing beast.

My math teacher was from the most developed city on the planet at that time. He was about to retire, so he came here to retire early, and enlightened us little kids by the way.

He is very free-wheeling in class, often deviates from the field of cosmology that he is best at without talking much in the textbook, and tells us stories about the stars and the sea with a longing tone and expression.

Under his guidance, I fell in love with this romantic and cruel subject, so I took the Cosmology Department in college and stepped into the spaceship heading to the universe.

I was the only one in town who passed the exam, and my parents were proud of me, but not happy about it.

"Shuri, the universe is very dangerous, especially after discovering traces of the ancient gods at the edge of the universe in recent years, more and more cosmology experts have lost their lives in chaos and madness."

Under the oil lamp, my mother tried to persuade me to give up while packing my luggage for me.

His father was smoking a cigarette, and the deep wrinkles between his brows were his silent worries.

In fact, I know all these things, and know more than them.

I was probably born at the wrong time. In the year I decided to become a cosmologist, the General Administration of Astronomy and Universe discovered the traces left by the ancient gods.

Countless cosmologists are full of curiosity about this mythical creature that was born on the boundary of the universe and has endless legends, so they began to trace the source with full curiosity, and just relied on the current immature technology to touch the location of the ancient god .

Then, disaster struck.

Tens of thousands of cosmologists fell into madness the moment they detected the existence of the ancient gods. Not only were their consciousnesses distorted and confused, but their bodies also underwent changes to varying degrees.

The detection machines were reduced to ashes in an instant, and the spacecraft carrying these machines and cosmologists, together with the 32 nearby planets, turned into wasteland and twisted into monsters within 1 minute.

After that day, the General Administration of Astronomy and Universe announced that it would give up the detection of the existence of the ancient gods, and opened the star network to protect all habitable planets in the universe.

Afterwards, the cosmologist became the first creature in the world to be distorted by the Old God, and these distortions will spread to all cosmologists, even if they are still students in school.

Of course, humans are not completely defenseless.In the Starnet launch center, the distortion power of the ancient gods will be reduced by about 20.00% five, which can prolong the time that cosmologists are distorted, allowing them to continue their research.

It's just that they used to study how to develop and maintain this universe, but now they study how to escape from this universe.

In any case, the disaster of the ancient gods has already begun. Such a terrifying creature, just looking at it once, can plunge this universe into extreme chaos, and all creatures will be distorted into monsters.

"That's a thousand times, ten thousand times more terrifying than death and destruction."

So says the author of a cosmologist who has seen bodies and minds utterly warped.

Since then, the profession of cosmologist has gone from being the cosmic elite to being a taboo title that no one cares about.No one dares to touch this field again. If there is, then they will share the title of hero with the seniors in the star network on the first day of school.

Yes, hero.

A group of heroes who know that they can’t do anything, give everything for the life and death of human beings, and don’t care about rewards, and it’s impossible to get rewards, or enjoy rewards.

There is no more tragic career than this in the world, and there is no more terrifying story than this.

I know, I know, so I chose to listen to my heart.

Human beings always have heroic dreams, no matter male or female, regardless of family background, knowledge, or background.

Everyone has dreamed of saving the world, trying to turn the tide when the building is about to collapse, embracing the cheers and love of the world, and receiving flowers and applause.

Born anonymously, died vigorously.

How romantic.

I feel the same way, and that title is within my reach if I want to.

So I persuaded my parents to take this thorny road called "hero" and go to the stars and seas to chase the most romantic death.

On September [-]st, I officially became a student of the School of Cosmic Astronomy. On the day of enrollment, I took a spaceship and came to the General Administration of Cosmic Astronomy at the Star Network Center to meet my predecessors and the heroes of this universe for the first time. .

That was the deepest nightmare of my not-so-long future life.

Here, I see the most cutting-edge research results and technological products in the universe, which are randomly piled up in every corner like garbage.

A huge observation screen is the only light source here. There is only one piece of coordinate information on the left, which is always static;

And between the observation screen and the high-tech instruments, a few "people" who can barely see the human form lie on the ground, recording information with a dozen tentacles, and observing data changes with 28 pairs of fly-like compound eyes... The treacherous face smiled at me.

"Ah, here comes another child with their heroic dreams."

A tentacle landed on my shoulder, and then moved away with a slight tap. The hoarse voice rubbed against my eardrum, like frosted glass scraping metal, sharp and ear-piercing.

"Son, get out of here, you deserve a better choice, you deserve a brighter future."

The overlapping and echoing words came from several people. Although they were hoarse and ugly, they were full of kindness. If the owner of the voice was not distorted by the power of the ancient gods, he must be an amiable old man.

I was deeply terrified and shocked by the scene in front of me. Human instincts screamed against my chest, and the rapid heartbeat echoed in my ears together with my parents' instructions and care, forcing me to leave quickly.

Reason tells me that I should leave immediately, the sooner the better, the farther the better.

But I didn't move, I just reached out and grabbed the tentacle that had touched my shoulder.

"It's the first time I've met you, I'm Shuli."

……

For the next three years, I studied at the General Administration of Astronomy and Universe while cooperating with old professors to do research.

Yes, there are only three old professors left here, and the rest are dead.

But even if they paid such a high price, all they could do was detect the changes in the surrounding environment of the ancient god's habitat, speculate on its movements, and find a way to bypass the ancient god and leave the universe.

However, the size of the ancient god is too huge, it is like the mythical ouroboros, encircling the universe in its arms, as if hugging a pillow and falling asleep.

It has slept for countless years, but it may wake up in the next instant.

You can't get around, you can't escape, and you can't fight.

When there were still many cosmologists in the General Administration, some people tried to fight.They filled the spaceship with the most lethal weapons, and wanted to fly near the ancient god to launch it, and die with it.

It was a weapon capable of destroying an entire galaxy. The spaceship contained tens of thousands of weapons, and it could even blow up the gap between universes.

But reality gave them a merciless blow.

As it turns out, the end of science is a long way from theology.

Human technology failed to have any impact on the ancient gods, because the moment the spaceship approached, it was distorted into an immortal monster, and then weathered into cosmic dust within three seconds.

Every starlight that people see at this moment hides the unwilling souls of cosmologists.

"We have no choice. The reason why we insist on observing is because we don't want to die unconsciously one day."

The old professor's compound eyes stared at the line of static cosmic coordinates on the screen, and his sharp-toothed mouth curved into a smile.

I sat on his shoulder and recorded a significant change in the data for him.

It is no longer convenient for him to hold a pen.

In the past three years, I have learned the most profound knowledge in the field of cosmology, and also tasted the deepest loneliness in the world.My heroic dream has been going on for three full years without stopping for a moment, but I am not as naive as I was when I was a teenager.

"Young man, you are still so young, you should smile more, what are you doing with a stern face?"

In my spare time, the crooked old professor would joke with me.

He said that he was as handsome as me when he was young, and he was also a famous figure in school.At that time, those who chased him could line up from the School of Astronomy and Cosmology to the outer ring of the star network, but it was a pity that he was obsessed with the career of cosmology, and even considered getting a certificate with his own degree certificate, so he rejected them all.

At that time, I always felt that time was precious, and I wanted to pinch the stopwatch to control the time when I drank saliva. I had no time to laugh, and I didn’t like to laugh. Now it’s good, I have time, but I don’t even have the chance to laugh.

After listening to what he said, I took time out of my busy schedule to raise the corners of my mouth and smiled at him.

I don't know if I'm lucky. In the past three years, my body has not been distorted, and my brain has never fallen into chaos and madness.

I am very fortunate, and occasionally I have some regrets. After all, not being distorted means that my "heroic" career will leave regrets.But more is a kind of expectation——

Maybe the ancient gods will sleep for a long time, maybe humans still have time.

I am so looking forward to it, even the boring and complicated data are blooming in my writing.

Until three professors suddenly shattered in front of me.

Unpredictably, unexpectedly, shattered.

They were still observing the data last second, still teaching me observation skills, correcting my mistakes, and talking to me about the cat at home, but this second they silently shattered into powder and dissipated in the sudden bright light. in the raised warning light.

A tentacle fell from mid-air, it was the old professor's hand reaching out to touch my hair, it landed on my head, leaving the last bit of unfinished warmth, and then quietly annihilated.

Observe that the coordinates on the left side of the screen, which should be eternally static, are changing at an extremely fast speed.In contrast, the data flow on the right has stopped.

Time is up.

It's not my time, it's human time, it's the time of this universe, it's here.

I sat there for a while, maybe just for a moment, then raised my hand and pressed the red button next to it, sending the last message from the General Administration of Astronomy and Universe to the whole universe.

——The ancient god has awakened.

Then I stroked my hair, as if responding to the comfort of the old professor, and wrote down the names of the three professors and me on the paper with a pen.

Charlie, Phimus, Angia, Shuri.

In the 3030th year of the universe era, the ancient gods awakened.

The intelligence brain of the General Administration of Astronomy and Universe automatically unlocked and activated, and a steel epiphyllum bloomed in the center of the star network.

The icy mechanical sound prompts a series of precautions, and all weapon items are unlocked, aiming at the darkness slowly overflowing from the depths of the universe.

"I'm a researcher from the General Administration of Astronomy and Universe, Shuri."

"The identity verification has been passed." Zhinao said coldly, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Please keep this notebook for me." Shuli handed out the notebook in his hand, "Just try your best, don't force it."

"Okay." Brain put the notebook into the astronomical cabinet, "Is there anything else you need?"

"No more." Shuli shook his head, his body had already begun to alienate, and his consciousness was also slipping into the abyss, he thought for a long time before he remembered what he was going to do, and smiled at Zhinao as if waking up from a dream: " Goodbye, then, Brain."

Zhinao paused, and adjusted a cannon to aim at Shuli.

"Goodbye, Shuri."

……

The intelligence brain of the General Administration of Astronomy and Universe has long stopped functioning. The moment the ancient god opened his eyes and looked at this universe, it alienated into a monster along with all the creatures in the universe.

Just before the alienation was completed, it activated the most powerful "causal annihilation cannon" to completely destroy itself from the information level.

Before being destroyed, it put the chip containing the last message and Shuli's notebook into the core of the star network, and sank into the deepest part of the ground, just as Shuli instructed - "Do your best".

The intellectual brain knows that its alienation will not make the world worse, but its operating logic tells it that it should be destroyed like this.

Countless cosmic years later, the ancient god died under the knife of a righteous little friend, and even his body was sealed in the depths of the cut knife scar by the remaining knife light, turning into an abyss and disaster on a strange planet—the one that couldn’t get on the stage kind.

And the core of the star network was activated by a coincidence, and evolved into a chaotic amusement park.

"Amusement parks are places that bring people joy. There is an introduction to amusement parks in the core of the star network. The amusement parks were originally developed according to this purpose. However, this is a world polluted by ancient gods after all."

The skeleton sat upright on a red velvet soft chair, with overlapping leg bones, a cigarette between the finger bones, and gray smoke from its mouth when speaking.

It was a beauty in life, but after death, its skin rotted, but its bones and posture were still elegant and dignified.

Gin looked at it, and brushed the old notebook with his fingertips. Wherever he passed, the blurred handwriting gradually became clear, like a dusty treasure revealing its delicate surface.

He suddenly remembered the note from the system.

——You are not a savior, nor a god, you are just an unknown restorer in the Museum of Epoch Times.

……

——You are not a savior, nor a god, you are just an unknown restorer in the Museum of Epoch Times.

A line of words slowly appeared on the screen, stayed for ten seconds and then dissipated into quicksand, replaced by a system panel that was so simple that people didn't know where to click.

The map in the upper right corner, the operation button in the lower left corner, and the Q-version villain in the center are gone.

Although Shuichi Akai has never played games, he has seen some live videos more or less, and knows that there will be system guidance for beginners.But this game does not follow the usual path, even the opening CG is not mentioned, and the novice guide is gone, so it is really free to operate.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he flicked the interface twice, and finally clicked on the only map that might be useful. He was shocked by the map whose complexity was comparable to that of a satellite-scanned topographic map.

This map can be slid up, down, left, and right without borders, and there is an exploreable area every few centimeters, but most of them are gray. When you click, a "temporarily unexplorable" prompt will pop up.

There is an anchor point on the lower right, which is convenient for players to precisely locate their current position.Akai Hideichi poked it, and the map instantly slid to the only exploreable area with a flashing light—Sulvia.

Shu Akai stepped in, and the picture on the screen changed suddenly, from a pure deep purple color to a sea of ​​blue flowers.

System prompt: You have opened the first explorable instance "Sulvia". Now, you will witness the last afterglow of Sulivia from the perspective of "Suri Wandering Soul".

System prompt: You have entered the battlefield - the abyss of knife scars.

System prompt: As an assistant, you will assist the remnant soul of the "First Restorer" to kill monsters in the abyss.

System prompt: The battle has started, and the skills are unlocked. Players are requested to help the "first-generation restorer" at the right time.

Rewards for this battle: [-] experience points, the first-generation restorer [six-star character] closed beta-limited card, and unlock the life system.

Remarks: He is your past, and you are his future.

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The author has something to say:

System: Give you a chance to fight side by side with him.

Brother Xiu: I understand, I will fill up the krypton bar for you today.