Global Trial

What is hope?

Hope is a very ethereal thing, to some extent similar to a bowl of chicken soup for the soul.

But in front of people who have been tempered for a long time and have seen the world, a bowl of chicken soup for the soul is of no practical use. It is useless to prevent them from benefiting and seeing real hope.

Especially these exiles who are used to seeing big scenes.

The two exiles in this room are very sane. They live at the top of the exiles and are not easily bewitched. Some of them will not be able to do it even if they have N bowls of chicken soup for the soul. In this case, the tester must pay a specific price. How much it will cost is unknown, but it should make them feel very hopeful.

But Xia Mingdong just told a long list of truths, a long list of things he had done, which filled the practitioners with hope, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were cheating.

But this is actually what Xia Mingdong has experienced through great danger and the test of life and death.

If he hadn't chosen to hide the mission at that time, there would be nothing like this after that, and there would be no help from A Liang.

The trial world is really a very magical place.

Competition is encouraged here, the survival of the fittest is encouraged, and the strong are admired, but it tells you that kindness sometimes reaps unexpected rewards.

Xia Mingdong chose kindness once and gained hope here.

However, he is not a person who is easily satisfied, he even propped his chin, and continued to ask the two exiles: "What is this place, what is the maze built on, and what is in the corridor?"

Yali looked at Xia Mingdong strangely, "Why do you keep asking me these things, shouldn't you go to the next room?"

"Oh, no." Xia Mingdong has always pursued the point of squeezing out the use value, and continued to ask: "Are you really sure you don't want to answer me?"

Yali: "...no, I can't say, sorry, but I think you should feel something, good luck to you, it might be easier if you choose to keep going, but for you...it's not necessarily true, I Let's go first, bye."

"Wait." Xia Mingdong put his hand on the trident pendant on his chest, and smiled slightly, "Are you sure you don't want to talk to me? Or if you don't want to talk about this level, if you have an agreement or something, then you can also tell me about it." The trial officer."

Now it was the little sapling's turn to gasp, "You, why do you ask this?"

"Curiosity, can't you?" Xia Mingdong said casually: "You just take it as a tester's admiration for the chief test officer."

little sapling:"……"

I really don't see where you admire it.

But the little sapling looked at the pendant on Xia Mingdong's neck, and actually said, "It's not impossible to say, I was lucky enough to meet the chief trial officer once in the final checkpoint, he, he was like..."

"Like what?" Xia Mingdong was very curious, "Tell me."

After holding back for a long time, the little sapling came out with a statement that surprised the four of Xia Mingdong, and an intriguing answer: "Like a mother."

Xia Mingdong: "...?"

After the little sapling finished speaking, as if she had said something she shouldn't have said, she stretched out a willow-like arm to cover her mouth, and a few leaves stuck to her lips like hands, and pulled the pear away.

After a silence, Cen Heng spoke first: "Why do I feel that this answer is so mysterious? The one who said at the beginning that this is the virtual earth trial world should be the chief trial officer. He is not so indifferent, thinking that we are all rubbish. Well, how can it be like a mother?"

"Maybe it's the old mother who despises us." Xia Mingdong guessed irresponsibly, "But it doesn't matter. You may get used to things like being unfilial."

Cen Heng: "...You really have no taboos, fourth child."

"Okay, what to do after talking so much." Xia Mingdong shrugged, "Our most critical problem is the current level."

"This level..." Cen Heng still felt confused, "I feel very unreal."

"Maybe we are not in the real space." Xia Mingdong paused and explained: "Or, we live in another dimension."

"What is real and what is illusory? This problem is especially evident in the world of trials. From the very beginning, if we say that we are all on a virtual earth, and the earth is virtual, then we ourselves are also virtual. Consciousness or data Energy construction, is everything we encountered in the trial world real at this time, do the trial officers, aborigines, exiles, etc. we see really exist?"

good question.

Cen Heng shook his head and said: "This question is difficult to explain. I have also thought about it. I always feel that this is a phenomenon that we cannot explain."

"Maybe it is a higher dimension." Xia Mingdong gave an example, "Humanity's current technology has great limitations. Consciousness and matter are different. In our current technology, consciousness is illusory, and matter can be seen and touched. , within a three-dimensional framework, with length, width and height, but if we come to a higher-dimensional space, five-dimensional or six-dimensional, maybe consciousness and matter can coexist, and they are all one kind of existence.”

"So..." Cen Heng asked: "Fourth brother, I can understand some of what you've said, but what does it have to do with our level?"

Xia Mingdong didn't answer but instead asked, "What did you see at the trial officer 91 just now?"

Cen Heng was stunned for a moment, and immediately came to his senses.

At first, when Xia Mingdong asked them to go to 91, he felt that it was not right. It would be fine if one went, and if they both went, there must be another purpose for letting them directly interview and train officials.

"She was in a very bright place." Cen Heng recorded all the scenes at that time, "I remember opening that door, I thought I had to walk a long way, but when I opened the door, I could see 91 sitting in the room , there is a layer of fog on her body, I can't see her clearly, she points to one side and asks me to blow rainbow farts over there, I watch while blowing, our room is completely transparent, as if I can't see the edge, saying yes The room is actually more like a space. At that time, 91 didn't let me look at it, and she let me leave after I finished blowing, and sent me away directly."

Xia Mingdong looked at Ren Sheng, Ren Sheng nodded: "Me too."

"According to the current clues, we can infer that we are in a very special space. From past experience, the trial level is the private property of the trial officer. This space was created by 91, which accommodates our consciousness. In other words, 91 materializes our consciousness, but I speculate that this materialization should only be realized in the maze, and once we leave the maze, we will disappear. Similarly, the exile here is also exiled after being materialized The reason is that as long as the exile loses consciousness, he will disappear and leave. For the same reason, I think that if we lose consciousness due to physical reasons, we will also disappear from here and be eliminated by the level."

"As for the unreal space I thought before, it's..."

It was deduced from what Ning Ge did to him in the illusion.

He skipped this paragraph without mentioning, "The rules here are made by 91, but if we are strong enough and our consciousness is clear enough, or if we jump out of this space, we should be able to re-make the rules."

Cen Heng understood a little bit, "Your fourth brother, you said that first-class companies make rules, and here we are going to overturn the rules made by 91. Is this possible?"

"It's possible." Xia Mingdong nodded, "Do you still remember the checkpoint information we heard at the beginning?"

Cen Heng: "The conditions for customs clearance and getting enough contribution points, what's the problem with this?"

Xia Mingdong smiled: "It's an old word game. The trial system said that the condition for clearing the level is to obtain enough contribution points, but it didn't give how to obtain the contribution points. What is enough? Many of the remaining rules were formulated by 91. It wasn't made by the trial system, why can't we break it? We have to take a long-term view and believe in ourselves..."

Even Cen Heng, who was already familiar with Xia Mingdong's various tricks, was shocked by this crazy idea.

Now Xia Mingdong is no longer provoking the trial officer, walking in the bottom line of the trial officer, but directly trying to overthrow the rules made by the trial officer, exploiting loopholes, wandering in gray areas, grasping that there is no regulation in the trial system, and wanting to overthrow 91 rules.

"But, but..." Cen Heng thought it sounded crazy, but he didn't know if he was used to Xia Mingdong's crazy reason. He felt that this plan was quite passionate, "How can we break the 91 rule?"

Cen Heng suddenly thought of something, "You want to break the rules, is it because the formulation of the rules dooms our two teams to pass at the same time..."

"Yes." Xia Mingdong didn't deny this, he kept thinking about how to crack it, until Ning Ge's consciousness let him go, and he slowly found a way out.

Matter determines consciousness, and consciousness can react to matter.

In the same way, if the maze set by 91 is regarded as matter, they are the consciousness in the maze, and the maze determines their existing status, but they can also affect the maze.

If the reaction force is strong enough, then they can also determine the maze and break the rules.

Of course, the best way to do this is to half-jump out of this space, so as not to be killed here.

Therefore, I would also like to thank 91 for providing him with clues about the Trident chain.

"But how to break it, do you have an idea?"

"Yes." Xia Mingdong nodded, "If I'm not mistaken, we should have gathered knowledge, violence, hope, black and white, and information, right?"

Cen Heng nodded, "Fourth, you have experienced violence and information. Ning Ge and I have experienced knowledge and violence. We have experienced black and white and hope together, so we should have gathered all five aspects."

"So I think we can start to hide the mission." Xia Mingdong said calmly, and walked directly to the place with five buttons, "Go to the corridor."

Cen Heng still remembered that the two testers who went to the corridor did not come back, "What danger is there in the corridor?"

The corridor is indeed dangerous, and Xia Mingdong does not deny this, "The corridor should be able to go only after gathering all the teams of five types of rooms, but in order to do this, we must cooperate. Because the way the room is promoted to the higher level is doomed. One or more types of rooms will be discarded at the first level of the room. A person is destined to not be able to walk through all the room types unless he goes to the corridor to fight for his life. But 91 limits our cooperation, the order of entering the room is different, the room type Being different gives us different colors, and different colors cannot cooperate..."

Xia Mingdong shrugged, "91 has a good plan, but I don't know it."

After talking for a long time, Cen Heng wanted to ask: "What is there in the corridor, how do we get to the corridor?"

Xia Mingdong took out a dagger and pointed it at the wall with the five buttons, "There are signs for five types of rooms in the corridor, and there are also hidden rooms. The dangers of the five types of rooms are hidden in them, what do you think?"

Xia Mingdong scratched open the wall and took off the five buttons, a doorknob appeared behind the buttons.

Cen Heng gasped: "Fourth brother, how did you know the doorknob is here?"

"I don't know." Xia Mingdong said lightly: "But consciousness can react on matter. There is no door in the place where 91 created the door. Her consciousness determines that there is a door here. I think the handle is here. As long as my thoughts are strong enough, The handle will be here."

When Xia Mingdong was about to unscrew the knob, Ning Ge held his hand and said, "Pull it out."

Xia Mingdong blinked and motioned for the four of them to hold hands.

Ninge turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

It was dark outside the door, and no light could penetrate the absolute darkness.

The door closed silently behind them, and they seemed blind, unable to see anything.

But in the next second, the glaring sunlight replaced the darkness without warning, their eyes were blinded for a moment, and they couldn't help but close their eyes.

Ning Ge suddenly put his arms around Xia Mingdong's waist, rolled on the ground while hugging him, and at the same time shouted in a low voice: "Get down."