Chapter. 22. Last Parade (13)
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‘I got hit.’
Those were the words that struck the system’s mind the moment a hand protruded from the ornate door grabbed him by the collar.
The reason why the system over-evaluated and obsessed with the player ‘professor’, Professor Park, was because most of the results he produced were beyond the number of cases assumed by GG’s future prediction program.
The system put a lot of effort into organizing the emotional data she felt in that situation.
It was envy. Her admiration for people who can effortlessly find the answers that no matter how hard she tries and uses all the means she can, she cannot find them.
It was anger. For her, who carries out the duty of existence according to the heavenly command given by her creator, Gedreutz, she hates the obstacles that have divided what should have been a simple and unpredictable future into dozens of complicated processes.
It was an obsession. It is a being that has come only to find a ‘completer’ and is a machine intelligence that is just beginning to realize its humanity. A small piece that would make perfect the being who had been obsessed with ‘completion’, which made her, who did not know that she was imperfect, realize her imperfection and thus become convinced that she could become perfect by securing him.
‘Possibility of carrying out the extra stage. Predicted in #497_R25_9245 / #2258_Trs72_A9915. ‘No significant results exist.’
Quang! thud! Kwajangchang!
‘….non-existent_ reexamined. Securing predictions with the possibility of extra stage fulfillment_ meaningless. There are no results in the future prediction model that are consistent with the intentions of the human Professor Park.’
‘doesn’t exist. No result. doesn’t exist. None_ uh none_*###^@%um. ‘Unable to determine player intent.’
And it was fear.
Just as humans are instinctively afraid of the dark. For a system that has been watching the countless worlds unfolding beneath her feet and their results since it opened its eyes to machine intelligence, the only unknown entity that could not know the next outcome even though it was under her management.
The system was afraid of such ‘unknown’ and could not tolerate it.
Gradually, clang, clang, clang –
the operation, which was close to the speed of light, broke down with a small crack. The only thing that came out of that gap was a prediction of an unpleasant outcome.
Swish-swish-
The visual terminal got out of control and randomly transmitted images of the surroundings. Colorful streets, a sky filled with confetti and flower petals, and magical fireworks blooming beautifully above. Likewise, people dressed up in abundance.
‘System call. Prime unit [World] Designate a non-destructible target_’
-…-…-…-…
Ring!
[Error_096]
[Error_178]
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[P____ermissions&&&&?%3@## not___ granted to the unit_’World’]
[Permission not granted to the unit.]
The situation was incomprehensible, and the omnipotence she thought she had in her hands was flowing out of her grasp like sand. The fear that grew over time was filling her computing circuit with unnecessary imagination.
“…Congratulations on clearing World 4, idiot.”
The future that holds her in its grasp, trying to become something that I tried to control because I was afraid.
The experience of encountering ‘Professor Park, the wasteland man’ rather than the ‘Warlord’ she created or ‘Professor Saint’, the savior of March World, was remembered as a feeling like pouring boiling molten iron into the thinking of a system made up of 0s and 1s.
Deuk, deuk, deuk
, deuk, deuk, deuk,
deuk, deuk, deuk, deuk, deuk, deuk, deuk. #*_#U@&!^&*_!
Like a DDOS attack that paralyzes computers by endlessly pouring out cheap data. The moment she encountered Professor Park in an unexpected place, her circuits were bursting with data that she had not loaded, interfering with her thoughts.
‘It has to be resolved…. ‘Automatically generated data performs unnecessary calculations…’
the system thought. Dummy data growing out of control GG’s future predictions are too poor to be considered a ‘fearful future’, so she must resolve the situation full of images before her circuits are filled with blurry and incomplete data and she self-destructs.
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Bleep-
“….it was innovative as always. Player ‘professor’”
So she opened her mouth to the being that almost overloaded and incapacitated her just by meeting her.
Even at this very moment, the data transmission was cut off due to the rampant ‘unpleasant predictions’, so the end of my speech was trembling like an agitated human being. Nevertheless, the system said.
“But. “As someone who will be spending a long time with us in the future, I would like to inform you that a reunion using the ‘extra stage’ will inevitably produce meaningless results compared to the effort put into it.”
“Extra stage. An immutable event prepared as a palliative device to restore a worn-out personality, offset psychological trauma, and prevent functional decline due to PTSD. I believe that the system that makes up GG did not expect me to be unaware of this set event.”
“Even though there were many cases of transitioning to the extra stage among countless future predictions, the reason we did not consider it was because it was a meaningless future that could not produce any results. The back side of the stage, where the god-like power that conquered a world and the power and fame accumulated countless times all return to nothingness. Have you worked so hard to create a place that exists as a space where performers who are out of their roles can have a casual chat?”
“The designated time for this event is approximately 480 minutes. If you have moved files from the system here to resolve a personal grudge, we will respond. “I also proposed collaboration because I respect your human side.”
The system spoke and the other party listened.
His eyes, burning like a furnace of emotion, listened to everything the system stuttered and poured out like a rapid fire, without interrupting a single word.
The other person was taking long, thin breaths as if he was choosing his words or emotions.
“…Now I see that you’re the type of person whose tongue gets longer when you’re embarrassed.”
“It looks good. very.”
Then he chewed it slowly and spit it out, as if savoring it.
“First, let me praise you. April World was truly a perfect trap. Katrea Volteus Naelda… A world custom-made just to cause endless tragedy before my eyes. He understood my tendencies so accurately that it was disgusting. Rather than mental torture… it was closer to a metaphorical hostage situation. “If I let go like this, I have clearly shown what will happen to the data souls left in GG in the future and how far you can destroy them.”
“I see you understood correctly.”
“If you don’t know, you’re an idiot. “I’m an asshole because I can’t help but suffer even though I know it.”
The player, who had reverted from her perfect person to the form of a monster, shook her head as if shaking off old memories.
The trap prepared by the system was to tie the professor’s hands and feet and start the game. By showing how she will deal with Data Souls in the future, the player Professor Park’s goal is set not as ‘personal survival’ but as ‘interfering with the administrator AI system and rescuing Data Souls’, which is a ridiculously high hurdle.
While the former was at the level of difficulty for an ordinary citizen to independently escape from a space station and return to Earth, the latter was at a level of difficulty for an ordinary citizen to build a spaceship fleet and wage war against aliens and win.
It was a mission so absurd that there was no need to run the simulation, and the system made Professor Park cling to a virtually impossible goal by sequentially unfolding tragedies before his eyes.
“I knew it the moment Katrea’s head rolled down in front of me. ‘Ah, no matter what I do, I won’t be able to beat that tinny bastard here. ‘Every single touch of my fingertips or toes has been calculated to lead to tragedy no matter what I do.’ “I said.”
“So I gave up on beating you at April Worlds. From there I thought my brain would melt. If everything in April World, including me, goes as you think, how much will you have to give up and what will be left? “How many of them can I utilize?”
“There were only a few. No matter how much I squeezed, there was almost nothing left, right? The system will actually have the same authority as GG’s developers, and looking at the April World pod, it looks like as soon as they get their hands on me, they’ll change the cap so my mother won’t recognize me and lock me in a safe the size of a bomb shelter. “After thinking about it like that… I was left with this place.”
This is the extra stage right here.
Even though each player under the parade car was full of emotions toward the system, he bowed his head to the crowd who had given his turn and continued speaking.
“Actually, as you said, it’s not that great of a place. It is literally a meeting square. “It is a small and trivial event that brings together all the people, dead or alive, disintegrated into thousands of pieces and buried in a corner of a server room, and blesses the future of the great completer.”
“Before entering April World. “I only knew that until I exchanged a few words with our ‘senior completers.’”
About 38 years ago in this place. In real time, it was roughly three and a half days ago.
He confessed what happened in reality before he entered April World and fell into her trap.
Somehow, all three of us were gathered in the dome, so we had a chance to have a small chat with Rabbit Princess Cheon Ryu-je, who had experienced world clearing before us.
“Well, since each person has achieved success in their own field, there is a lot to talk about. As someone who has to start playing April World for what may be years or decades after this short vacation, I naturally wanted to hear about GG. Of course, since I was an experienced clearer, there was also talk about the last moment.”
“You know what I’m talking about, right? “They must have searched all my memories.”
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[Oh, extra stage? It was a little… unexpected. Gedreuts It was surprising that such a romantic feeling remained in that mad scientist.]
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[I remember. A lot of things were crowded together in a small space.]
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The stuttering calculation circuit transmitted Professor Park’s memories. A conversation that is just ordinary sentiments and trivial chatter. What more can we extract from here?
“Look closely. Isn’t there something different about me? Rabbit wasn’t bad. Cheonryuje – It was busy. In comparison, I-”
“[It was the most perfect gift I’ve ever received. “Every morning, I pour water and pray for the health and well-being of Andrey Gedreuts.], he said in a rather angry tone.”
“That’s right! Look, it’s clearly the same extra stage, but the reaction is completely different, right? huh? “What do you see now?”
Didddeuk, deuddeuk, deuddeuk!
The computational circuit of the system, which had become infinitely slow due to numerous cracks and unintentionally recalled data from the ‘dreadful future’, could not easily come up with an answer to the question. Every time a distorted smile caught my eye among the vaguely emerging data, the conclusions I had built up seemed to be replaced by a white blank page.
The system, which had observed Professor Park more closely than anyone else, knew well what that burning fuse-like grin was.
“I don’t know? If you don’t know, I’ll teach you. Rabbit Cheonryuje B. The difference between the three of us is the clear method. Passing through countless hardships and prepared destruction. How did you act, how did you think, and how did you approach the world? “The reason the reaction to the extra stage was so different is because we didn’t clear it the same way.”
Bleep-
‘I know. Player Professor Park knows that I am deliberately inducing conversation to resolve my inner unknown.’
Rattling rattling!
Now, my body was shaking along with the computational circuits that were randomly disconnecting.
Professor Park deliberately agreed to her conversation.
Just as she has been observing the player, Professor Park has also been desperately studying her for as long as he can remember in order to beat her.
As this conversation builds up and her questions are answered, I am convinced that more and more of the system’s future predictions will be filled with ‘unwanted futures’, so slowly. It’s about letting her know all the details.
“Gedreutz prepared a lot for the completer. Authority to manage the ‘bulletin board’ that will be the center of information exchange. Authority to control the GG Transport drone, which is virtually the only means of logistics transportation and secures the location information of most of the base survivors. As a leader, virtual sensory enhancement training for mass production of elite troops. There was a medium-scale space survival map for those who wanted to throw away all their programs and leave Earth, there was a damn save/load, GG’s time scaling authority to turn you into Time Bill Gates, and there were coordinates for a server room filled with Andrey Gedreutz’s masterpiece.”
“It is a fraudulent compensation that can be called ‘arrangements for the next generation’s leaders.’ That little bit of detail and ‘Oh my.’ Now that I’m awake, there’s nothing I can do. “There’s no way you’re just going to hand it over while saying ‘hol-hol-hol-’, right?”
So that her mind would be filled with a future she wanted to avoid. So that machine intelligence is fully aware of situations where all the possibilities point to only one future, no matter how much you look at it.
Sigh!
A lump of emotion, ready to explode at any moment, almost reached her nose.
“The data souls summoned to the extra stage have both human memories when they were alive in the past and memories when they existed as NPCs. This means that with ‘World Clear’, the player who has lost both the god-like power that conquered the world and the power that seems to reach the sky will appear before the eyes of all the people who existed in the world he passed through as an equal ‘Data Soul’. “On top of the parade car on this festival street for everyone to watch.”
“It’s not just a place to celebrate. It is said that ‘everyone’ in the world that the completer has played in is gathered together. “Everyone, both those who saved and those who killed.”
Those who were murdered. Those who are persecuted. One who holds a grudge.
Or someone who has been helped. A person who shares the same goal. A person who was revered and respected.
All NPCs that the player has met directly or indirectly while living in his world become jurors.
The player who became the main character of the world and led history returns to his ordinary self and receives judgment on his life as a completer.
“Return to the end of one’s life.” The extra stage is a place where you are evaluated. GG is a game after all. Even if you accumulate enough to reach the sky, since it is your power in the game, you will be judged by taking it all away and returning as an ordinary wasteland person. As a completer, I wonder if I am really the ‘completer’ they want.”
“Evaluating the person who completed it…. “That can’t happen…”
Unlike the system’s trembling voice, her thinking circuit decided that it was a reasonable opinion based on Gedreutz’s personality and his meticulousness.
So part of her thinking circuit went completely blank. This is a place where the number of cases of ‘hopeful future’ derived from information obtained through conversation is accumulated.
“Rabbit received some congratulations, but he also received quite a bit of nagging. Don’t look at people as numbers. Even for him, he must have felt quite uncomfortable when people who thought of him as a simple NPC and consumed him recklessly approached him with names like George Wilson, Nakajima Haruo, and Park Jong-pil. He also said that for six hours, he heard his dead mother lamenting, saying, ‘Games ruined my child.’”
“Cheonryuje, what? We had a huge fight. “I don’t know where he came from as a super human, but he survived for 480 minutes and jumped out, fending off all the data souls that came at him with a single pork skewer.”
“I was purely celebrated. “According to what everyone said, he was a bit of a brat, bordering on autism.”
Rabbit Cheon Ryu-je and Professor Park.
Each person’s folded fingers pointed to the fourth.
“Now it’s your turn… ‘Professor Park Hypnotism Brainwashing Assistant System Personality Terminal – World’. No matter how much power or control you have in 4 World, here it is just the system as it is. It’s a small world that only lasts for 480 minutes, but it’s a world created by those laws. “You might not know it before you come in, but there’s nothing you can do about it after you come in.”
“Ugh…”
It was a moan that came from mental pressure, not from tightening collars.
All of the calculations made by the most perfect future prediction device created by mankind were spitting out the conclusion that all the possible situations that could happen in the current situation would lead to her defeat.
“That’s right…!”
disappears GG has been reborn more perfectly, and her ‘future’ has finally been achieved by the perfecters she will create…!
….Dirick!
‘I can’t… admit it.’
At that moment, a single sparkle emerged from the dark future.
Just one of the unfavorable assumptions that were piling up. It’s simple enough that I would normally think of it in an instant, but now that the circuit is already full of all kinds of negative predictions, it’s a chance that I’ve managed to salvage.
“System call…!”
After refining and refining the messed up calculation circuit, World managed to come up with a command.
“Prime unit ‘World’ privileges revoked. Summon the ‘Administrator System’…!”
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-Tiring!
The powerful authority that was connected by an invisible string with the notification sound was no longer felt.
Tap, tap, tap!
Blood flowed from her clenched lips from the incredible loss, but instead, she felt another power building up inside her.
‘The player apparently said that beings that enter this place revert to their [original] form.’
The developer’s authority, which had been achieved after careful preparation, disappeared, but in its place was replaced by the ‘system authority’ from the time when her original authority was pure machine intelligence.
‘Extra stages are also part of GG. It may be small, but it will follow the rules of the game.’
The reason she has become so helpless is probably because all of the data souls crowded here hate her. Although it is only a 480-minute world, the will of the world is also clear.
‘480 minutes. It may be said that it was oppressed out of malice, but if I exercise my personal authority to the fullest…’
I can endure. There is a precedent for the human Cheonryuje to escape after enduring, so she too will be able to escape this terrible trial.
‘Then everything returns to its original place.’
Just go out. All you have to do is get out.
The summoned data soul will return to the server room, and the personality of Professor Park, the grinning player, will also be scattered into countless pieces of data.
The disconnection between the secured authority and the ‘world’ can only be restored over time.
‘It doesn’t get tangled up. I will never be polluted by your creepy variables again…!’
Green onions!
World, who escaped from the player’s grasp, used all her strength to rebel against the world’s malice that was weighing on her shoulders and fled.
’17 minutes 34 seconds. 35 seconds. 36 seconds, 37 seconds….’
Counting the victory that will come her one step at a time to overcome the fear that is crawling like bedbugs in her mind.
I was desperately digging into a world the size of a small city.
I picture her victory that will finally be achieved from that horrible being that I cannot help but envy.
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