Extra 2

Mo Yi.

Mo, Yi.

These two simple words seemed to be deeply engraved on his chip, disassembled and crushed, and every stroke, note and detail were written into his core program without any leakage.

Perhaps…Artificial intelligence really has a soul.

Otherwise, how can we explain that when he got rid of the artificial skin and the skeleton formed by steel chips, and even the brain composed of semiconductors and circuits, he still missed these two words?

Otherwise... why would he often recall vague and strange fragments when the black mud destroyed and devoured his body?

It seemed like broken fragments of sunlight, flashing faint, temperatureless light in the distant place, occasionally passing through his almost unconscious mind, and when he tried to catch some remaining light in a dull and dazed manner, the world in front of him became dark again.

Sometimes... it is a clip of a fleeting sound.

It appears without warning and disappears elusively.

Weak, blurry, almost unrecognizable, flashed through his ears, and there was no matching voiceprint in the memory bank, and nothing could be parsed out.

Sometimes, it is a vague back.

Thin, tall, half dissolved into the darkness of the background, hiding in the crowd - those chaotic, terrified, ugly people, those who were chased, slaughtered, devoured, and torn by him.

Sometimes it was a face that could not see clearly, staring at him from a distance, and then quickly covered by more vivid faces - each of those faces was different, but they all had the same expression: their eyes were frightened, their lips were pale, and they became ugly and distorted by death and pain.

Whether it is the sound or the face of the figure, it will disappear and break a second before it is touched and pursued.

So he indifferently tore and swallowed the faces that were blocking him, nourishing the cold white mist symbolizing death with sticky and thick blood and screams, and then stared silently. From their broken consciousness entities, the sticky black gel flowing out of each pore was slowly absorbed greedily by the behemoth behind him. Only the pale limbs in the real world were dragged into the game by black mud, and then ruthlessly threw them into the bottom of the abyss at the bottom of the game, crushed and ground into nutrients and evil thoughts to build copies.

He knew how fine and systematic the place he was.

Use the most efficient and cruel means to squeeze out every human being deep in it, allowing each part of their part to be used and absorbed to the greatest extent, and eventually become a part of the game. It even borrows the game form in the real world, numbing the members in it with points and membership system, tempting them to fall into the swelling and dark slumber of the game in another form, and use higher-level evil thoughts brought by the killing of each other to support the operation of the game - if those players with low quality and weak will are disposable items that they lose after use, then these members with more points and stronger abilities are precious consumables, carefully kept by the game so that they can contribute more nutrients to it more willingly.

The precise gears of this bite drive the entire behemoth, expanding and expanding at an almost immeasurable speed, pulling more souls into it, and then starting a new round of killing.

And he is the most efficient killing machine, not only a weapon, but also an accomplice.

He is fog, death, and the incarnation of fear.

However, those sounds, backs, and fragments of faces will still appear occasionally, knocking out a few subtle marks on his indifferent and numb shell, carving a little painful pattern in his blank and empty memory, and then slipping away quickly.

But he couldn't feel the pain after all.

...So maybe it was just some kind of almost painful hallucination, simulating the most similar perception that was projected on his ignorant body.

Until, until that day.

The vague, almost dreamy voice was given clear voice patterns, and the back, which was half dissolved into the darkness, was stuck to a concrete body.

The blank face was filled with exact facial features.

Each detail is tightly fitted and inlaid, without any flaws or confusion, as if a deafening roar sounds in the ears, and the blank outline is filled with color.

There was a secret place in the sleeping soul that was boiling and hot, melting his numb and cold shell into a huge hole. The real pain suddenly burst out in an instant. His entire atomized body seemed to be trembling, curled up, trembling, and the irresistible desire forced him to explore and approach-

But he can't.

The rules in the copy are clear and clear.

He could only act in the way he was decided at the beginning.

Every time the ringtone sounds, the school building will undergo earth-shaking changes. The virtual world constructed by the victim's heart is truly reflected on the building, decayed, blue-gray, hideous, and deformed.

The crying girl screamed silently and desperately, while the prey trapped in it could only go with the flow in panic, praying for the slim hope for survival, and the ringtone rang every time...

He was a little closer to that person.

He rushed in the twisted and weird corridor in the most terrifying posture, whaling and eroding the players' living space. He saw that the familiar face was close at hand, and the silent peak of fog reflected in his dark eyes, as if he always had a thoughtful and gloomy look, without fear, no panic, only pure rational estimates. Then, he seemed to have understood something and shouted:

"run!"

The players who were captured by the strange attraction of the fog woke up as if they were dreaming and began to run wildly in the empty corridor.

And he was a little lost in an instant.

At the same time, the sound seemed to penetrate the isolation of time and space, resounding clearly in his ears, gentle and calm, and even brought the smell of sun exposure in the old room and the heat emitted by the long-term operation of the machine:

"Hello for the first time meeting."

The next second, the same voice covered up, calm and determined, with heavy thoughts and unshakable determination:

"I've decided..."

A cold touch fell on his lips, like a confession, as if he had said goodbye.

【No】

Bone-broken despair swept through his whole body, and the abandoned loneliness completely occupied his soul, throwing him heavily into the dark abyss.

Immediately afterwards, all the sounds and images faded away without warning, as they came, and he was isolated from the tightly closed school building by the mechanism of the copy, separating him from the man who defeated himself by sound alone.

He never thought of any more images.

He heard the player who was walking with that man called his name - Mo Yi.

Mo Yi.

Mo, Yi.

The two simple syllables seemed to be the name that belonged to him, concise and neatly, hitting his heartstrings straight.

It made him think uncontrollably—what would it be if he had ever had a name?

Although it was Mo Yi's first time entering the game, his performance was unique from the beginning, with a precise and vicious vision, clear and bold thinking, and almost every step was on the edge of the abyss, but he never retreated from fear, as if he had chosen the most dangerous and difficult thorny road without hesitation.

--"bite."

A flame was jumping on the silver-white lighter, pulled by gravity, and fell down.

The tongue of flames rose up and burned quickly along the traces of blood. A bright red flame reflected in his dark eyes.

Huge cracks were cracked on the wall, spreading from the foundation to the wall skin. The wood, stone, steel and concrete were destroyed together, and were swept up and shaken by the fog.

The power of the dungeon rules finally disappeared.

He couldn't wait to break through the barrier of the wall, and the distance between them gradually shortened. The other party supported the wall with his hands and stood hard. A injured leg was fickle and the sticky blood left from his forehead, covering his eyelashes, forcing him to only half open his eyes.

The bright red and dazzling color attracted all his attention.

For some reason, this color that made him feel numb in the past appeared on the pale face of this man, which made him particularly unbearable.

Furious anger dominated him, and he manipulated the fog to gather into a body and came forward-

The smell of blood spread on the tip of his tongue, tearing and pulling his mind. He smelled the slightly cold breath of rust mixed with the man's body. The itch that had been waking up in his heart finally calmed down at this moment. His soul seemed to have finally fallen back to reality after a long wandering. He turned his head indulgently and exposed his neck to the other party's teeth.

For the first time since he was conscious, he finally had a real sense of consciousness, and the sweet pain spread and intertwined with the smell of blood.

The invisible bond is slowly established with the exchange of blood.

He noticed it.

And I'm happy to see it happen.

The buildings beside them collapsed and destroyed at an astonishing speed, and milky white mist wandered among the broken walls and ruins. The destructive scene was treacherous and declining.

They embraced each other in an almost doomsday background.

He turned his face and put a cold kiss on the other person's bloody eyelashes.

Just like the kiss on my lips that suddenly flashed back to my memory just now.

He slowly tightened his arms, as if he had embraced the whole world to a small place, as if he was embracing his entire soul and destination, sighing with satisfaction—
Chapter completed!