Infinite Mask Game

After the war, looking at the town of Sabo again, the life filled in it is so empty and insignificant. All creatures seem to have disappeared, and no one can be seen on the street.

The migratory eye on the horizon is invisible.

Wei Miao stood by the street and couldn't help thinking about what she could do next in the copy.

She walked towards the town hall to see what the mutation left here.

As a result, she couldn't get in.

Her consciousness also has a collision volume, which is generally invisible. After the power of the unknown existence erupted, because the town of Sabo was solidified and not destroyed, the door of the town hall was still closed.

But Wei Miao had her own way. With the help of the concave and convex brick wall on the exterior of the town hall, she flexibly climbed to the balcony on the second floor.

"I didn't expect that I still have the potential to be a thief." Wei Miao thought self-deprecatingly and entered the room.

Standing in the center of the lobby on the first floor, it was as bright and clean as new, as if nothing had happened.

Wei Miao was not surprised. It seemed that the traces of the unknown existence had been completely erased. Except for the parties involved, I am afraid that no one could guess today's waves afterwards.

The aftermath of the Pivot Workshop Master may include this aspect.

After losing her identity as a soul hunter, her actions were greatly limited. She could no longer explore the basement, nor could she explore the Requiem Realm.

But judging from the performance of the Silent Death Statue, the Requiem Realm may no longer exist.

"Is the killing in the Requiem Realm to accumulate soul power as a sacrifice, or is it a ritual behavior?" Wei Miao was somewhat enlightened, "So, the special residents in it also disappeared with the ashes. Their existence is out of consideration for the Requiem Realm, not the mercy of the gods."

"The Pivot Workshop Master mentioned 'choosing a certain future from an uncertain future'... Is this the key to multiplayer parallel dungeons?"

At this moment, Wei Miao's mind was very active. She received a lot of information this time. Even if she didn't realize it at the time, she could think about it one by one afterwards.

As early as after the first dungeon ended, when players discussed the dungeon content on the forum, they found that there were parallel dungeons running at the same time.

Players can get different endings in dungeons with exactly the same initial content, such as the Pighead Man dungeon. But the world line of the supernatural copy should be unique. Players are scattered all over the world, carrying out different tasks at the same time, which can actually affect the direction of the world.

Although it is a manifestation of freedom, it shows that some copies are not unique.

This has become an important evidence for some players to believe that "Masquerade is just a game with extremely high technology". After all, if the copy is a real world, how to explain the existence of so many identical copies at the same time, and even players can play repeatedly?

In their view, its reality is just a premeditated cover, just like the manufacturers who used an ambiguous attitude to induce players to believe in "real games" before, and they are looking for players' time and money investment.

Another type of players firmly believe that there are unspeakable secrets behind the Masquerade, and they interpret the same copy as a parallel world.

Wei Miao originally thought that the copy was an interception of its historical fragments, not the real time of the copy world.

But from this copy, this assumption has been overturned. This event must become "real", not false history, otherwise all the arrangements of the great beings will be meaningless.

Is the copy "present tense"? But how to explain that there are thousands of players competing in Sabo Town at this moment?

Wei Miao couldn't figure out the means of the great beings. The conflict between the past, present and future must be avoided through some mechanism.

"If I am in the only real timeline in the All Saints' Day copy, perhaps everything I do can leave a trace in this world."

Wei Miao remembered a little thing.

"Leslie, Newman, George, Pamela... these special residents are really dead."

They have been active in Sabo Town for hundreds of years, and in an instant they were completely annihilated without knowing it. Live for the needs of the Silent Death God, die for the needs of the Silent Death God.

"I made a deal with Leslie and asked him to help me check the status of the Weapon Hall, and I promised him that his name would be engraved in the history of the bard one day."

Although the transaction object has passed away and the transaction has no binding effect, Wei Miao has always been a person who keeps her promise.

She will fulfill this promise.

Wei Miao returned to the second floor, picked up the paper and pen in the office, and began to think.

Modern people rarely delve into the art of poetry unless it is out of interest.

She knew nothing about the format and rhyme of poetry, but writing simple doggerel was no problem.

Wei Miao picked up her pen and wrote:

Before the tide of death of destruction took my life,

I used to sing and mingle in the sunlight.

Now I return to the land of blessing,

to enjoy the laughter of All Saints' Day.

…

In the daytime, I pretend to be a traveling traveler,

and sleep in the place of peace at night.

Waiting for the warm morning sun one year later,

to walk into the endless echo of death.

…

The final alchemy opened grandly,

and I was finally freed from the long cycle.

The road to the sun is unobstructed,

so that I can walk out of the tomb and see the sunlight.

I will do everything I want there,

like those who live in the sunlight.

At the end, Wei Miao thought about it and added a line to the end.

"Author: Leslie Will. Ghostwriter: Mr. Gray Rabbit."

She put down her pen and blew on the wet ink on the paper.

"The most important thing about this poem is its shocking content, language and art are secondary." Wei Miao read the whole poem, and this sentence was more like self-comfort. She couldn't hold back the elegant and gorgeous words at the moment, "Leslie, I can only help you so much.”

She narrates the ins and outs related to All Saints' Day in Leslie's voice, metaphorizing it in the poem. The reason why I cannot be too straightforward is because I am concerned about the attitude of the Blessing Church.

Nowadays, the Requiem Realm and the Soul Hunters are broken, and the power of Silent Death is almost destroyed in the small town of Sabo. The existence of All Saints' Day is its remaining legacy.

The Blessings sect is a large one and may not want to create extraneous branches. It may attract some interested people by publicizing the secrets behind All Saints' Day.

The world is so vast, and Wei Miao believes there will be opportunities to meet again in the future.

If she could hear this poem being recited by the bard the next time she came, she would be able to verify that the current world line was real.

Culture is easier to retain than changes at the physical level. With limited means, this is one of the few highly directional traces it can leave behind.

The causes and consequences of the catastrophe may be revealed by others, but there is only one such poem.

Wei Miao folded the paper, put it in an envelope, and left the city hall.

Finally it was delivered to Carol's mailbox.

If anyone is most likely to help spread the poem, it is Leslie's old flame Carol.

At the end of the poem, she did not write the final ending of Leslie's death. Whether it is passing away or continuing to stay in this world, compared to completely dissipating, it is a better thought.

But at least, he won't be able to appear again in the future.

Carol was willing to investigate, and it was easy to find out that Leslie had died in the catastrophe.

She will understand the meaning of this poem to Leslie, and I am afraid she will think of the unprovoked breakup during the day and think of all kinds of tragic reasons.

After all, bards have always been the epitome of romance.

Will this poem become popular?

Wei Miao is not sure either, it depends on Carol's subsequent actions. The final result can only be regarded as the addition of this copy to her.

"It's time to leave."

"The road to the sun is clear, so that I can walk out of the tomb and see the daylight. I will do all the things I want to do there, like those who live under the sun." Excerpted from "The Book of the Dead". Incidentally, some of the previous epitaphs were taken from the Bible.