Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

If God exists.

Just one glance at it made Fang Bailu feel dizzy as if he was at a high altitude.

……

Without any hesitation or delay, Fang Bailu directly clicked on the link in the email attachment - and this small room was the destination.

Judging from the suffix of the jump link, this chat room is set up in a private cave in Pattaya, Thailand; it just exists in both the Three Thousand Great Worlds and the Three Thousand Small Worlds at the same time:

Not surprisingly, the servers for the Three Thousand Great Thousand Worlds and the Three Thousand Small Worlds are all in Bangkok; the more secretive ones are usually not too far away.

"Pattaya. When I traveled to Thailand a long time ago, I went there to watch an adult show."

He sniffed and moved his hands:

This chat room regenerated a temporary avatar for Fang Bailu, freeing him from the confinement of his electronic body.

"Power outage... dead cities... remaking the world..."

With these words and the time the email was sent, Fang Bailu was almost immediately able to determine that this was an email from when the "big power outage" had just occurred.

The blackout... no one discusses it, no one even wonders about it; it's just a disaster from the distant past. There's no taboo about it, but no one knows the cause and effect.

In the new era, no one studies history - the current problems alone are enough to keep every survivor busy: not to mention that even if one is interested in this area, where to find relevant information?

Fang Bailu was the same in the past. But now, he is full of curiosity about this blank period of time——

Especially after learning that the Xihe girl had been sleeping for hundreds of years.

He had a small guess in his mind:

Maybe... this email was sent by the immortals, or their prototypes?

"From the wording of this letter, it seems that there are not many survivors of the blackout..."

After all, apart from himself and the immortal, Fang Bailu could not find any other survivors from the old world hundreds of years ago - perhaps a demon would have to be added.

“Did that guy come here to sell something?”

He felt a little amused when he thought about the contents of the note in the email.

After careful consideration, the risk of entering this chat room is not that great:

Fang Bailu didn't believe that after hundreds of years there were still people squatting in a small chat room to exchange information; no matter who they were, they should have moved to another base long ago.

Moreover, he was a genuine citizen of the Old World; he would not be attacked by the chat room protection system in the first place.

The risk is nothing compared to the intelligence that could be gained.

The facts also confirmed his thoughts: the chat room was empty, and there was no "sword formation" mentioned in the footnote; the only thing left was the writing board with countless messages recorded on it.

Everything in the digital space is inherently mysterious—all information is converted into a format that humans can understand and comprehend.

The most common signal is visual: even if a mouth is spitting for an hour, it may only contain a few dozen bits of information; but the efficiency of vision is relatively much higher.

A quick glance would reveal that there were at least six or seven different kinds of handwriting on the whiteboard.

Communicating with written words... All I can say is that the discussants either have extremely ancient aesthetic pursuits or have no better way to maintain order.

Fang Bailu had an inexplicable feeling: the person who wrote these words chose this way of communication just to kill time.

He folded his arms and paced back and forth in front of the whiteboard: the content on it was upside down and it was impossible to determine the specific chronological order.

Not to mention - as far as the eye can see, the whiteboard is covered with huge black stripes made up of tiny ink dots, and even "a little bit of white showing in the blackboard"; he can't even imagine how long it will take to finish reading it.

“How long did it take to write this…”

Fang Bailu shook his head, unwilling to think about it further. He perked up and observed the contents of the whiteboard closest to him.

The first thing that caught my eye was a row of large characters with unknown meanings, separated from other content by a drawn rectangular line:

"The emperor takes turns, and this year it's my turn."

Under this column, short sentences were written in various handwritings.

There are some short horizontal and vertical lines at the end of each sentence——

Fang Bailu looked closely and found that it was the unfinished character "正".

“They’re voting…?”

This incarnation has no sweat glands, otherwise he would have been covered in cold sweat:

……

"A post-apocalyptic wasteland with superhuman politics. People with superpowers build their own empires and fight each other. You can have slavery or religious followers, it's up to you."

There is no signature, the handwriting is rough and wild, but it looks extremely ugly.

Behind this line was a solitary horizontal line and a few words of criticism:

"Isn't it tacky? Did you just slap the back of your head? We don't have any super powers."

"There are better ones, think about it slowly."

"Negative: If a bodhisattva wishes to attain the Pure Land, he should purify his logical framework; as his framework becomes pure, the Buddha Land will become pure."

"It's okay, at least it's an option."

"Gentlemen, if you can tolerate this person being so wanton here..."

……

Fang Bailu patted his stiff face, but did not make a sound:

The creators of the chat rooms did not allow for auditory signals and chose a slow and backward method of information exchange.

"I have plenty of time. I need to think carefully... But what are these things we are talking about..."

……

"Find some kids to act as agents and take over the world. Who is really so bored that they want to play management games? Anyway, I'm going to sleep for a few hundred years at least. I worked too much overtime before the power outage, and it took too much mental effort."

Judging from the blurred and illegible handwriting, his or her tiredness was not an exaggeration.

This option received slightly better votes, but only slightly better: one horizontal and one vertical, a mere two votes.

"We've been talking for more than ten years and you still haven't recovered? If you want to be lazy, then be lazy. Why are you making excuses?"

"Disdain: This turbid and evil place is filled with hells, hungry ghosts, and animals, and is full of evil."

"We said we were going to collect ideas about the world, and you're just a means to that end; it has no reference value."

"Plus one, I'm so tired. I might as well entrust the kids to start some companies and make a lot of money."

"The one with the plus one on top: How can you not be tired? Anyone who has sex with 15 million people at the same time would be tired. Also, what's the meaning of money?"

"No commenting on other members' hobbies and kinks, thank you. We all know what infighting can lead to."

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Chapter 160 Meeting Minutes on the Other Side of Time (Part )

Fang Bailu then looked down and found the next bold and black “option”:

"Whatever, it's fine. Just be happy. It's up to you. We have to kill some time before we get to the 'grand scene'."

There is nothing behind this line of lazy words, as if it didn't get even a single vote.

"You don't even vote for yourself... You're really lazy."

In order to relieve his nervous and confused mood, Fang Bailu forced a joke in his heart.

Followed by other scribbled words -

"A lazy dog, I suggest you kick him out."

"Discover the root of wisdom: the mind is free from self-nature precepts, the mind is free from delusion and self-nature wisdom."

"Really, Superman politics is the best for us. Think about it carefully. It's just like playing chess or strategy games can exercise the brain! Otherwise, when the grand scene arrives, we will all have Alzheimer's disease."

"Is it difficult to choose? Me too, it's normal."

"The boss said we would get Alzheimer's disease. Only your way of longevity has this flaw. Each of us has different methods. Stop complaining."

"This AI is so noisy... it keeps chattering weird stuff. Can it be turned off?"

"Please respect other members. He has passed the Level 49 Turing Test. Thank you!"

"The way to immortality..."

Fang Bailu rubbed his lips with the tip of his teeth and continued to look down:

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"Sail to the stars, to the other side of the galaxy, and see what's out there. Aren't you curious about whether there's extraterrestrial life in the universe?"

The handwriting is vigorous and yet neat and tidy; it seems that the person who wrote it poured great passion into it.

But unfortunately, I only got my own vote:

"If you want to go, you can go by yourself. We are not professionals, and we have no interest in challenging the limits of knowledge."

"Warning: Good man, if you seek externally, even if you spend countless kalpas, you will never be able to obtain it. But if you observe and realize within, in the blink of an eye, you will obtain Anuttara Samyaksambodhi."

"Didn't you take all the technology in this area? If you want to run away, run away by yourself. The rest of us should have fun first. Oh, the technology you have is not enough."

"There are no aliens. Attention, there are no aliens. If you want to play starship civilization, you will be beaten to death by us when you come back."

……

Fang Bailu bent down - he shouldn't have felt any pain in his body, but he felt vaguely tired and sore in his waist.

This next one is different from the others in that it is a crossed-out voting option:

"Hive mind, matrix mind. Connect all of humanity and our children together. Create the 'supreme man' and the 'perfect man', or let's all join the LCL sea together."

Each stroke of this line of characters has fine burrs. After careful observation, Fang Bailu felt that this was the result of excessive force, causing the tip of the oil-based pen to deform.

"Too shady. Climb."

"There are still such old members in our chat room? All the quotations are ancient literary works."

"It appears, it appears, the Grand Fusionist."

"Agree: I now know that all living beings are originally Buddhas, and that birth, death and nirvana are but a dream of yesterday."

"What connection? You're crazy. To put it bluntly, if it weren't for the 'grand view', we wouldn't need to chat here. Is there still a society now? We are supermen, we are gods, we don't need social connections."

"Unless we are all dead... I will wage war against anyone who supports you."

"If you feel too lonely, go back and spend some time with your children. Don't talk nonsense here."

"I'm sorry, individual existence is the basis of discussion. Please monitor this speaker and don't let him do anything that will harm everyone."

……

The more he read, the more numb Fang Bailu became. He no longer felt the shock he had at the beginning, and just forced himself to continue reading the conversations of these crazy people.

He was too lazy to count the options one by one, because most of them only had one vote from the proposer:

"Strict discipline, strict grazing, selection and good breeding, to establish a perfect order, a perfect utopia. Have any friends seen "1984" and "Brave New World"? In fact, this is quite interesting. It won't work if children are not properly disciplined."

"I'm reporting it! This guy has a weird personality and is a control freak."

"It's fine if they don't control you, why report you... He sings and dances well, and has various talents. He's a nice person."

"Praise: When this person dies, his mind will not be confused, and he will be reborn in the Pure Land of Amitabha Buddha."

"I just want to ask you one question! Who has the final say? What you said is useless. Your worldview is so vague. You even sing and dance..."

"I am dying of laughter. They said they wanted a utopia, but ended up with a dystopia. The quality of the people in this chat room is worrying. I suggest that everyone wait until they have figured out and digested the immortality secrets they have obtained before discussing it again."

"Please do not make personal attacks, thank you everyone."

……

Another option. But it has no punctuation, and seems to have been erased before it was finished:

“Why can’t we raise all the children to the same level as us?”

Fang Bailu could only piece together the handwriting in front of him that had not been covered and restore the general meaning.

Next to it is a sharp handwriting like a knife cutting and an axe carving: