"Why not?" Su Mingan asked back: "If this can better achieve the final goal, why take a long way around?"

"I see." Noel smiled: "So that's what you think."

He moved his fingers slightly, as if he had opened something. When the screen moved over, what was on it was the human self-rescue meeting that was being held.

The live broadcast interface is extremely popular, and the barrage is like snowflakes, making it almost invisible.

"Now it seems that we have reached a critical moment of the issue." He said: "I feel that you still seem to have concerns about me. Let's watch the live broadcast with me and talk about it later."

Su Mingan dropped his gaze.

He never clicked on the live broadcast interface during the break.

Although the system kept prompting that players can start live broadcasts even during the rest period. But there was no point reward and he had nothing to broadcast, so naturally he never paid attention to it.

It seems that not only adventure players can open the live broadcast room during the break, but some casual players can also live broadcast. They live broadcast the forging process, live broadcast of potion configuration, live broadcast of exercising, making milk tea, studying, eating and drinking, painting, playing online games... and even

The live broadcast is purely for chatting, and the live broadcast is for coaxing you to sleep. They are all things that have nothing to do with the dungeon world, like a peaceful little world.

Some adventure players will also turn on the live broadcast if they have nothing to do. Some of them don’t have any skills, so they just open the live broadcast to chat. For example, Iris once, in order to maintain the audience in her live broadcast room, and perhaps to show her charm, in

During the three-day break, she will also start a live broadcast to chat and interact with the audience.

At this time, Su Mingan saw that on the live broadcast interface, the most popular live broadcast room was still going on.

On the screen, a group of people were arguing with each other red-faced, while the young man in a white suit sitting quietly at the end of the round table smiled gently and harmlessly.

Noel held up his chin, his long eyelashes flickering beside the somewhat transparent light screen: ""Destiny". I have also heard this song. It is a very good song. But it has never been played like Ming.

It touched me."

"In the current crisis and imminent destruction, people will be more sensitive to this kind of music that can resonate with them," Su Mingan said.

"Are Ming and you the same kind of people? If you were to play this piece of music..." Noel looked at him: "I can tell that the person who plays this piece of music [loves this world very much]."

"I haven't played the piano for a long time. I can't get this feeling." Su Mingan shook his head and looked away.

He looked at the picture on the screen, and the barrage was flashing like a torrent:

【!!god!】

[I thought it was a world-class pianist who came to the scene, but it turned out to be a hot man!]

【...Is there really anything he can't do? This, this...】

[Is he a clone? I don’t think he will come to this kind of meeting. Wasn’t there news before that Su Mingan and Noel went to meet? 】

[Human beings are holding a self-rescue meeting, but the first player does not come to participate in person, but only sends a clone... What does he mean? 】

[Three loyal followers, the NPC’s excessively high favorability, and Boss Rabbit’s constant optimism, as well as all kinds of weird actions and overly prophetic thoughts, I think this person is really suspicious.]

[But he played really well, it really made me cry. I think maybe we have wrongly blamed him before, can we give him a little more trust...?]

【……】

There were exclamations and doubts in the barrage, but the core of their discussion was Su Ming'an.

Even though Ming has been sitting for a long time, and the topics are going on one by one, people's topics never seem to change. They have always been shining on the quiet Ming like a spotlight, as if the joint group's live broadcast room has become a chat again.

Exclusive super chat for the first player.

He has always been very topical, and his every move affects people's minds, even on such occasions.

And in the picture that seemed a little out of place compared to the barrages flowing by, there was an issue going on.

It is marked at the top of the live broadcast room.

The topic is:

[Everyone here thinks why the organizer wants to hold such a game?]

The first person to speak was Donner from Ireland.

"For the game." Donner said so seriously.

There were a few laughs from below, and Donner's brows furrowed even more.

"——For the sake of a game, why do you think it's ridiculous?" He slapped his hand on the table:

“Games are behaviors that are based on the satisfaction of material needs, follow certain rules within a specific time and space, and exist to satisfy spiritual needs.

It is an inevitable need for the development of a civilized society, represents a rich spiritual world, is an essential spiritual need, and is the source of biological happiness.

As early as the birth of cephalopods in the late Cambrian period, there were creatures that could play with stones and shells.

Large hunters will also play with their prey as toys before letting it die.

It is a spiritual relief, an escape from the shackles of the body, a free dance of the biological soul, and a carnival that consumes excess energy.

Even animals that seem to us to be on a lower level need play.

So, why do everyone here think that aliens who are a higher level than us, or even high-dimensional creatures, cannot play games?"

"drop--"

"Then, why can't it be an experiment?" Sopel, the arms dealer with gold teeth, stood up with a smile:

"Just like us human sociologists or biologists, in order to conduct some kind of research, we will deliberately group humans as observation objects, or stimulate ants and other animals to make them perform various behaviors.

Donner, you can't compare yourself to higher-dimensional creatures. What's more, you are a person who agrees with "Hobbesian culture". I can't resonate with your views at all.

Just like the villain on paper cannot imagine our existence, we in a lower dimension cannot imagine the existence and thinking of high-dimensional creatures."

Tang Na frowned: "That's ridiculous, why do you think so highly of the organizer?

Haven't you heard Mr. Hu Runkang's conjecture?

[Main God Construction Flow].

Maybe they just mastered a certain aspect of technology and are not as great as gods? Otherwise, they could directly erode our spiritual world, so why take such a roundabout way?"

"drop--"

Liu Jiahe, who was wearing military uniform, stood up: "I agree."

He said: "Now it seems that the progress of all mankind does not seem so critical.

If at the last moment, the organizer doesn't stumble us with an extremely difficult copy, then we don't actually have to be so urgent.

Perhaps we can take a longer view.

For example, seeing the existence outside the game, or even beyond the game..."

"..."

Su Mingan frowned as he looked at the scene playing out on the screen.

He has long felt that the topics of this kind of human self-rescue conference are meaningless. It is like a group of people integrating the opinions flying everywhere in the world forum and dumping them in a conference room like a vegetable market.

Judging from the topics selected by the joint group, it seems that these topics have little value, or that they have not been rigorously screened.

This group of people were afraid that the organizer was not malicious enough towards them - they actually said something like "Let's find the organizer's loopholes together" in such a live broadcast room that attracted world attention.

He didn't know whether the [Main God Construction Stream] was established, but he knew that the organizer did have restrictions.

Some of the content discussed has meaning. But he will never let himself get involved in it.

"Humans are social animals, and they are used to walking in groups." At this moment, Noel, who was sitting opposite, suddenly spoke.

He seemed to notice Su Ming'an's expression, smiled, and seemed to comfort him: "There is no need to criticize them so harshly. Facing the crisis in the world, what they want is for a group of people to sit down and chat and communicate with each other's thoughts.

But faced with some problems, they may be too optimistic.

When data is missing, people tend to fill in the gaps. And all pessimistic statements seem to sound more profound than optimistic statements."

Su Mingan listened to Noel's words and suddenly discovered——

The second-ranked person in the world seems to have always been in opposition to human beings in his speech and stance.

Noel would refer to human beings as "them" and use "human beings" instead of "us" as an analogy. He never put himself in the position of "human beings" and always used the tone of a bystander.

Combined with what Noel said before, inviting him to eliminate the old civilization and embrace the new civilization.

Su Mingan realized that maybe Noel never thought of himself as a human being in his heart.

Regarding the future and the [New World], he always has the curiosity of an adventurer exploring the unknown. When facing the crisis of humankind's imminent extinction, his tone is like the attitude of a high-dimensional creature looking down on the common people.

"Noel." Su Mingan looked at him: "You have been assimilated."

Noel smiled and asked a question that was completely unrelated to what he said: "——Do you want to make that video public?"

"What video?"

"You must have recorded the video of Edward and the others attacking you, right? You are not the kind of person who just sits back and waits for death. Even if you give in for a moment, you will always do it for the sake of the overall situation, and when it comes time to fight back, you will definitely seize the opportunity to

A good opportunity, and then...one strike will kill you." Noel said.

...Noel knew him too well.

Su Mingan took a breath and looked at the intense discussion among the elite players on the screen: "It's not appropriate now."

He sat back slightly, his back pressed against the cold backrest.

The light outside the window shone in front of his eyes, intersecting with the bright picture on the screen. He looked at Noel's eyes that were always smiling, and felt the edge and temptation hidden in the words of this seemingly childish second-in-command.
To be continued...