Chapter. 16. Saint and Perfection (32)
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Andrei Gedreutz.
A genius who created technology seven or eight generations ahead of the current generation.
An arrogant genius who predicted the future, despaired of the coming apocalypse no matter what he did, and ultimately chose ‘an apocalypse that he can control.’
When I first saw his video here, I thought he was a slightly crazy person as he appeared.
But now I had no choice but to believe what he said.
“GG’s time scaling authority.”
“This means that the time that is adjusted at a 1:5 ratio for regular players can be arbitrarily adjusted by the owner of the relevant rights.”
hour.
When Gedreutz’s game first came out, it was at this time that it received more attention than the content of the game.
If I created a private chat room, uploaded company documents, and processed them within GG, I could leisurely handle work that should have made me raise my eyebrows all day and still have some free time left.
For people with incurable diseases, test takers, the elderly, and all other people who are pressed for time, ‘a virtual space that increases real time by five times’ was an innovative invention that could change the trajectory of their lives.
….The authority that will allow you to utilize that time several times or ten times longer than others.
The ‘completers’ who chose the first option are given time. Time to plan and prepare everything.
“What security level is given to the drone center administrator? Is it really possible to hand it over in its entirety?”
“Kiluruk! I know that I don’t give 100%! Um… Since you are given a Lv.3 security card, you are given full authority to operate information except for the drone production facility!”
“You’re crazy…”
99% of people in the wasteland use the community, and everyone who uses the community uses the community exchange.
This means that you upload an item to the GG Community Exchange, deduct shillings from your account, and send and receive the item to a Gedreuts drone that arrives before you know it.
‘Drone center administrator privileges. In other words, you can get your hands on information about wherever the drone has landed in an instant.’
information. Residence information for most normal survivors. Information on all areas observed by the drone while flying. Local environmental monitoring authority that even the most technologically advanced group in existence cannot access.
In the first place, if you put a bomb on a drone and send it out, you can blow up survivors the size of a residential area without any risk. This authority alone is enough to make a group comparable to Dom.
Information and authority to use it. The second product gives you the power that touches your skin the most in a wasteland where primitive and modern times mix.
third.
“Manned… spaceship base? Next Space? Was there something like that?”
“Do you remember the Creator’s video from that time? ‘Destroyed by disease, destroyed by air pollution, destroyed by a meteorite…’ This means that no matter what means were used, the world of the past faced destruction. ‘Next Space’ was one of the measures created in the event that ‘Earth’ itself, the home of life, suffered irreversible damage.”
“….base? Are you talking about a base like NASA in Houston? “It survived even through World War III?”
“Oh, it’s not such a grand base. So… a small factory? They say it is about the size of a small workshop run by an individual. It is not a facility for long-term living, but a bunker purely for launching a manned spacecraft just once. “It’s a place with no food or living facilities.”
“…Instead, it is said that a facility has been built at the destination of the spacecraft to verify the effectiveness of ‘Next Space’. “It is a facility that has never been used yet, but since it was created by the creator himself, there can be no doubt about its perfection.”
Aldar seemed unsure and tapped the floor with his blue tail. Instead of explaining, he pulled the vending machine on the cart a little closer and pointed to the product section with the blue light on.
The product section of the vending machine contained what looked like cheap leaflets.
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[Next-Space!]
– A 50-person group colony in Earth’s orbit!
– Plants and insects. Own ecosystem circulation using other organic matter!
– Can be maintained for approximately 430 years without maintenance!
– Includes Earth observation equipment and return ship!
– Forget the deviations of the past! Now it’s time to de-earth!
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Manned spacecraft base. This is not an absurd story, as it was a time when ‘traveling to space’ was on the bucket list of wealthy individuals.
In this society where human relationships have become extremely simple, 50 people was a number that still left a lot of room even after including all the important people.
….Isn’t this truly the perfect retirement? Isn’t it truly fitting for the word ‘compensation’?
Leave this painful world full of blood and dust and go to a living space in space that preserves the civilization of the past.
It is a new start. To a place where you no longer have to keep guns and knives by your bedside. Leaving this living hell and entering a paradise just for them, as a reward for their hardships and hard work.
The third product promised survival. A perfect shelter where not even the most vicious villains can find their way. To finally achieve perfect peace.
And finally… there it was, at the bottom, past all of this.
Gedroitz’s server room.
World War 3 and mutant viruses. Wasteland and GG.
The place where Andrei Gedreuts, the genius scientist who created all of this alone, has gone into hiding.
A place where more technologies and inventions are believed to lie dormant than all the other products above combined.
As the years go by, the winter gets longer and the radioactive zone expands. A place where there might be a clue to save this dying world.
A place like El Dorado during the Age of Exploration that the surviving wasteland people vaguely think of when they hear the word ‘hope.’
hour.
Information and power.
Perfect survival.
Hope for the world.
With these four products lined up, I was given one choice.
There is nothing about it that is not attractive. Why? One thing I can’t readily reach for.
When my worries deepen and the cold coin in my hand feels lukewarm.
Suddenly, I thought of the guy who would sneak in every time I was alone in worrying about something like this.
‘….hey.’
[….]
‘Tenant. Are you listening?’
[….]
‘….Hyde?’
Snap!
At some point, that guy became less talkative and became quiet as if he didn’t exist.
compensation. One by one, things that had been hidden by the shocking compensation began to appear before my eyes.
Why am I so obsessed with clearing? Wasn’t it to win some great prize?
“Aldar. Senica.”
“What?”
“Yes, Saladin?”
“What happens to me after this choice is made? “The last time I logged in, I was close to a vegetative state, and I was able to revive it by connecting in-game data with a tiny bit of consciousness.”
“Ah, the managers are fully aware of that problem! “You don’t have to worry!”
Senica said, clapping her hands with a bright smile on her face.
“It will proceed as Saladin knows! Now that World 3 has been cleared, history will begin to flow toward the next world, and in the process, all Data Souls will be returned to the server room and given new roles with their memories erased! Oh, of course, if there are NPCs that survive until the next world, they are an exception! Some long-lived species, if their lifespan allows, will continue to the next world just as they remember now!”
“In the process, professor, your data soul… should I say? That mixed with consciousness will also be safely separated and returned to the 3rd world. “You are almost immortal in many ways, both here and outside!”
“Yes… it was like that.”
Heart pounding –
a little anxiety. A feeling of discomfort that is almost like a sixth sense. On the firing line and on the battlefield, the discomfort that had told me something was going wrong seeped into me.
my consciousness. My memories and spirit that I managed to bring back by connecting the data soul. okay. I worked so hard to clear it so that I could somehow make it back alive.
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Tiring-!
[….Playing at this point is a worthless waste of time.]
‘But watching it with my own eyes is different.’
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Of course, at some point I forgot which was the means and which was the purpose, but the goal was still clear: to clear the world, separate my tangled consciousness, and return to the outside body.
but. If I could completely separate my consciousness that was entangled in the game and return it completely to the outside body.
“…Hyde is another consciousness mixed with my consciousness. What happens to Hyde?”
What happens to the thing that was derived from the game medium and established itself in my consciousness?
“Kkeuk.”
The expressions on the faces of the two siblings, who had been smiling brightly the entire time, sank slightly at my question.
The faint feeling of anxiety became a little clearer.
“First of all… this is a truly exceptional case, so we haven’t been able to completely determine the cause, but it seems to be isolated.”
“and.”
“It has been confirmed that the entity ‘Hyde’ is a data soul that clearly exists and has an ego and consciousness. “Maybe, like other Data Souls, we will move on to the ‘next world’?”
“and.”
“Uh, uh… and…?”
“so. “What happens after you pass?”
The answer, which had been vague little by little, soon disappeared.
‘Is that why?’
“Since when did the World Tree know that?”
“Uh… it seemed like you’ve known for quite some time…”
‘Is that why it got quieter and quieter?’
….Snap.
When I closed my eyes, a space like a soft night sky unfolded.
Hyde and my conscious space where memories are organized like a library and selected memories are hung like a mobile like the Milky Way.
As usual, he was lying down on the old sofa with his back exposed.
Snap. Snap.
I passed by the old sofa and stretched out my hand toward the shelf of memories he had organized.
‘There was a time when the two of us fell out in the Empire. I went on a rampage to save the empire, and you were left alone with the World Tree.’
[….]
‘….was it at that time? Did you hear from then on that it would be like this?’
widely.
It wasn’t a very old memory.
After finishing my work in the Empire, I was called to the World Tree and heard stories about managers, AI with world egos, etc. before returning to the Empire. Memories of the last moments.
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“Hey! My wish wasn’t automatic transfer, it was from some time ago, so why are you granting it now! Give it back! “Give me back my spare personality emergency pilot!”
『…I see so. Your worries were useless, so you should go back now.』
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Your worries were useless, so go back now.
It wasn’t said to me. This was what she said to Hyde, who was next to her without saying a word until the moment she stepped through the door leading back to the Empire in the space of the World Tree and told her to come back to me.
He tried to break up with me right then and there that day. If I hadn’t called. What remains next to the World Tree.
[….The former Dragon current administrators are being rude.]
Hyde’s grumbling voice was heard from the old sofa. I saw the sad face of the guy lying down this way.
[Two consciousnesses in one body wasn’t a normal state, right? As you said, I am not mentally ill or anything, but an independent consciousness, so a day like this was bound to come someday.]
‘So. As the end of March approached, were you going to let things go quietly like this? ‘I organized it so neatly so that I can retrieve my memories even without you?’
[We’ve seen everything we can see and can’t see from each other, but isn’t it a bit weird to just cry and cry and cling to each other? Are you going to hug my right arm with my left arm?]
‘Hey.’
[This is natural. They say they are good for each other. [It is time for both you and me to have some privacy.]
Hyde’s voice was resolute, as if he had already put his mind in order while remaining by the World Tree.
‘….You bastard is talking nonsense until the end.’
So it became more noticeable. If the breakup had ended like this, Hyde’s personality would have made a fuss and cried, and he would not have accepted it so humbly.
Even if he inherited all of my memories, he would only live for two years.
There was no way I couldn’t recognize the ‘resolution’ in that guy’s eyes.
Pieces of anxiety of unknown origin were gradually coming back into place.
“…Aldar.”
“yes.”
“Be honest. “How has the pollution progressed since my March World?”
“What?!”
Aldarshaks. This guy spoke informally to me in the desert. Because they were long-lived people who lived for over hundreds of years. He was a very awkward person for him to suddenly become polite, and he wasn’t the kind of guy who laughed that hard.
“I’m the player closest to completion since the GG Open? “Where have all the managers who have to explain everything gone and just two lizards who have just become apprentices are here?”
“Uh, uh-”
“Are you that busy? Has the newly sprawling world become so irreversible that the game’s administrators have to do their best to correct it?”
“Well, Professor, that’s-”
“That’s it, right? There isn’t enough time left in this world of GG for you, who sacrifice your lives to uphold the Creator’s words, to make some changes to the ‘Complete Project’ that contains his dream, right? The wear and tear of the contaminated data soul has already progressed to the point where recovery is impossible! As the world continues, its soul is chipped away and it becomes a world filled with only crazy people! So, we set up a platform so that it can be verified just once in a world where pollution is less advanced!”
“So-”
“Say it! What happens to the people who passed on to April World in the future? “Tell me what kind of fucking world you’re stuck in!”
“Oh, I understand! Damn it, I get it, so stop! “Isn’t Senica crying?”
Before I knew it, the hand that was reaching for the lizard’s neck was caught in the blue dragon’s grip.
Aldarshax, who had half returned to his normal self, pushed me away, who was fuming, and wrapped his crying brother with his wings.
The two cute hatchlings smiling brightly were nowhere to be seen. There are only two young managers who carry the fate of a collapsing world.
“…Just as the human soul has a lifespan, the data that imitates it also has a lifespan. The inhabitants of our world have already repeated their lives to a cruel degree until today, when we find you. A world that ended in pain and failure again and again. “Over and over again.”
[….A small-mouthed and timid reptile.]
I heard Hyde growling quietly inside.
“The Creator said: “No matter what, the destruction of the world is approaching.”
“Gedreutz’s game is a simulation that perfectly imitates reality.”
“What happens happens happens. “It means that the inevitable end will come to our world.”
Hyde’s resolution.
Uncontrollable pollution.
As pollution progresses, the world becomes more filled with evil people.
4 World.
“…There is no hope for those who have passed on to the next world.”
It was a death sentence handed down in the name of AI observing the world.
Tilted balance. He said that the balance, which was already tilted to the extent that victory in World 3 was called a miracle, will tilt even more towards the enemy in the future.
It meant that an even worse hell would unfold for the Data Souls who passed on to the next world.
A world that is close to abnormal that no player can clear.
A hell that the souls in GG will have to repeat forever.
Suddenly, Cheon Ryu-je’s April World came to mind.
A completely dead world with no trace of people.
A world without hope, where the people we managed to find are no different from animals and where not even a trace of the word good remains.
Cheonryuje was like a living natural disaster. A player like a typhoon who wipes out enemies and allies equally.
Wherever a typhoon sweeps away, at least some debris remains.
There was not even a trace of humans left in his April World.
perhaps. Unless that desolate appearance only applies to Cheonryuje’s April World.
The countless souls left behind in GG. When I leave, Hyde will live with them as someone in April World.
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The guy who heard all that and was planning to just quietly let me go and leave.
What kind of resolution did you have?
The child is now only two years old.
In the pale truth, the dragon’s hand pushed the vending machine in front of me.
“You can become a time hog for close to eons.”
“You have the power to monitor every corner of the real world and contact every survivor without consent.”
“You can reach paradise with your loved ones only for you.”
“Or give it all up. It is a mere coordinate for a place that cannot be reached alone, and it is the hope of the world as a compass that points to the final destination that will become the hope of the world. “You can become a completer.”
“The choice is yours. “Savior.”
My 3rd World also had miracle after miracle and I was barely able to reach the end.
The world of GG, which experienced the next few decades to hundreds of years of history in April World, would be even harsher than this.
‘Hyde. You…’
[I already asked. In order to separate your consciousness mixed with the data soul, I have no choice but to remain here. They say that if you try to cover yourself up in a haphazard way, your entire consciousness will be sucked in as well. If that happens, it’s really over. Rather than being half-way between reality and this side, he is purely processed into a data soul and will never be able to return to the outside body. You don’t like that, do you?]
Grumble –
Hyde turned to face me. The old sofa screamed.
[So here’s farewell.]
[I know you better than anyone else. You are not the type of person who would make foolish choices just for the sake of power or power and a comfortable retirement.]
[So, put that coin in right away and become the ‘completer’ that these guys here are crying so much about.]
[Saint. Mr. Completer.]
The right hand, which was holding the coin, was crushed, and the left hand gently lifted it.
The silver coin is sucked into the thin entrance.
Tarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghak
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Four lights came on brightly in the vending machine, like lights indicating the final choice.
“Aldar, is there really no possibility at all? “Isn’t there a chance that anyone can clear World 4 in a world more polluted than now?”
“….perhaps. If it were you, it might be possible. perhaps. If you are like a living miracle, you may be able to find a way to save us by removing the disease ‘pollution’ that has spread throughout Gedreutz’s game, just as you are removing the destruction of March World. “If only Saladin was the warrior I had watched over.”
“Then-”
“But!”
Aldarshax’s stern eyes met me.
“However, it will be a long journey that cannot even be compared to now. “It’s a fatally long journey for you, who lives two lives.”
“The data of the human professor ‘professor’ was separated into a form that was half fused with the data soul. This means that the moment you reconnect, the current state will once again become a state in which you cannot return to reality by your will. “Until the moment you clear the world called April World, you will once again live as a prisoner in this world.”
“Can you handle it? Can you guarantee that your people outside will not shed blood while you stay inside to complete the long journey? “The world out there, just like this one, is heading towards a predestined destruction?”
Aldarshaks’ cold answer fell to the question that seemed to jump out at him as if he was hanging on to it.
Otman and Notum. Rakshasha. Borca. Lucilla. Idrasil Many people with me.
I don’t want to let them waste away in eternal hell.
Ian and Bex. Dana Jocas and chat room people. President and Cynthia.
I didn’t want to leave them alone in the danger of mutants and raptors. While they were dying, I couldn’t just hang on to clearing April World without knowing when it would end.
Choose.
As a saint, I am trapped in a world called a game. Will we save those who will suffer repeated destruction forever?
As a completer, will you overcome all of their sacrifices and go out to save people in reality?
saint and perfecter.
The moment when you have to break a pendulum that cannot tilt to one side.
The faces of people who have been together in both reality and GG pass by.
[….I believe.]
Hyde’s gentle cheering.
“Please don’t let our sacrifices be in vain.”
A request from a young dragon.
I slowly landed on the needle of choice and moved my fingertips.
Tick!
My trembling fingertips press the button.
Rattling empty!
One of the lights on the display shelf went off and the selected product came down.
[You… What are you doing?]
“Saladin why! “I trusted you!”
“…I’m sorry, guys.”
Leaving behind the shouts of the two people running wild, I picked up the product that had fallen into my hands.
A chunk of data cache floating in a small plastic container.
[Gedreutz’s authority to adjust the game time scale]
“Hehehehe… You shouldn’t try to find the answer to an unanswerable problem in the options…”
[You idiot!!!!]
I picked up the sofa He grinned at the sight of Hyde throwing and tightened his grip.
Crispy!
The thin plastic case crumbled and I felt the power inside seep into me.
Tiring-!
[Player ‘professor’ acquired some administrator privileges. The system allows you to adjust the play time multiplier. To what extent would you like to do it?]
“….to the maximum extent possible.”
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Tiring-!
[….Your request has been confirmed. The maximum allowable value is set at a ratio of 1:0.]
[This crazy bastard…!]
“If you don’t know how many years it will take, just keep doing it for years and decades!”
GG is said to have simulated countless worlds to find the optimal world.
In the span of just a few years, Gedroitz turned back time to the point where countless civilizations appeared and disappeared before he created and prepared this game.
In fact, doesn’t this mean that one second of real life can last close to eternity?
“….We have one more round!”
This was the answer I found.
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