Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 295

Chapter. 15. Can someone who has seen the end of the world plant an apple tree? (2)

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simulation. Literally, a simulation of the world. With his limited knowledge, he couldn’t even guess how and how it was made.

What is certain is that it is not a game made just for play.

For any purpose. For some reaching point. Invite players into a completely different world, but one that could have become reality, and observe their results.

Even if it is a different world that blooms from different possibilities, what will happen will inevitably happen.

Just as World War III broke out in our reality and we entered an era of destruction and wasteland.

A great tribal war in World 1, and the rise of an undead lord in World 2. As the Mutation Blood invasion occurs in the March World, the world moves toward its planned destruction.

“…what are you waiting for? “What do you mean by completing?”

“I can’t teach you that yet.”

“How did Gedroitz know all this and prepare it so long ago?”

“That too. “It is early knowledge for you.”

….Click!

I need to stay calm. You have to be calm, so the calm side can get more information, put pressure on the opponent through information superiority, and take control of the situation.

Contrary to his intentions, the professor stood up from his seat, and anger was burning in his eyes.

“I can’t teach you, I can’t teach you! Then, I, the lab rat, am the ‘completion’ you want in a game I can’t even play! Is it okay to just keep running forward like a treadmill until you clear the world? Ah, I thought, why did you bring me here when I couldn’t even clear it? That was it! Because I can’t go out anyway! If you can’t clear and upload all data, your real body will forever be in a vegetable state! “If you want to live anyway, you have to reach the damn perfection you want, so it didn’t matter if I told you in advance!”

“Hey.”

“okay! Good! I fell here by my own choice and for my own purpose, so let’s just say it’s my fault! But they said there was someone in there. It is not a story made up for someone, but a real world that could have happened somewhere, created with data that is no different from the soul of a real person! World 437691 of World 3? So, are you saying that all the tragedies that have happened so far were repeated nearly 440,000 times before I came? For that ‘completion’ you are looking for? Endlessly dying, suffering, and being reborn?”

From when I was seventeen until now when I turned twenty-five. My eight years were full of pain, and even now that I had succeeded in burying it in a corner of my mind, just thinking about it gave me a painful feeling, as if my chest and solar plexus were being squeezed.

It was 8 years for me, but 15 years for Borka in pain and loneliness. He lived in hope like the smoke of an extinguished candle.

Aldrich said it was ’52.

Notum is a talking forest troll who cannot show off his brilliant talent. Separated from his people, he ended his life as a lonely being who did not belong to either humans or trolls.

Ottoman too. Lucilla too. Idrasil, Archbishop Norman, and all the people I have met!

Once in a world where someone entered for fun. Once again in a world where someone came to escape life, but gave up due to its excessive sense of reality. In a simulation that was abandoned and went as planned. In 430,000 worlds! It ends like that, left behind in a predestined tragedy and death! After being disintegrated into a bundle of data, the tragedy was repeated from the beginning. It was said that I had finally reached the end of my 437,691st life.

Me, angry, and the World Tree sitting motionless. The world tree smiled softly as it watched my arm change with anger.

“Rabbit. “The child was just as angry as you.”

“Who won’t get angry-”

“For treating me like an experiment until now. As she observed her, examined her, and achieved something of her, she held nothing in her hands. “She was furious.”

“that….!”

“Cheonryuje accepted it calmly. ‘Right. It was fun.’ That was all he felt. On the contrary, I was grateful. “What was cut off by the tip of his sword were not a combat program created by someone, but people who may have actually existed.”

The World Tree is deep like a lake. I looked at the professor’s fist with bulging tendons through eyes as clear as a machine’s lens.

“you. You’re angry at the people left behind here. okay. I know. That you had a different experience than others. “I also know that by an amazing coincidence, while wandering around just to find a solution, I met your parents who became residents of another world and realized that the people here were not an ordinary program.”

“But, honey. I guarantee you that even if you hadn’t met your parents, you would have been so angry right now, swearing at me and blushing as if you were ready to go on a rampage.”

“Did you find that out through simulation?”

The world tree shook its head at my suppressed voice.

“What happens happens happens. You were that kind of person regardless of us. The simulation simply found and proved that you were that kind of person. That’s why I brought you here before you could reach completion. “It was too brilliant and a waste to just lose it.”

The World Tree spoke as it returned the world of my colleagues and I, which had grown abundantly with light, to the sky.

“Is it due to your uniqueness trapped in the simulation, or is it because of the variable called ‘Hyde’? You have reached an unattainable result. Usually what you saw. The intersection of history is bound to be revealed in the history that flows after clearing. But… it appeared before the destruction could be prevented. The system followed normal procedures to grant data access to the person being cleared, the ‘completer’, and to inform you of all the secrets here, but you did not have that permission yet. The system decided that this was a bug and tried to erase your memory as you were the only witness in this place that was completely blocked from the outside world to maintain secrecy, and I, who did not want to lose you in that way, resolved the situation by directly explaining limited information to you with administrator authority. going to be.”

A whispering tone, as if scolding an excited child.

The professor could sense some kind of earnestness in her tone. Even after knowing all this, the voice hopes that I will not be shaken. As her program, does she want me to become a ‘completer’ according to the wishes of her creator, Gad Reutz? Or is there some other earnestness?

Eyes and voices that make it impossible to believe that anything is a machine. I guess it’s because I saw that the target was aimed at each and every branch of the machine-made world tree.

The professor stood up from his seat and grabbed the hem of the World Tree’s clothes as if he had said everything he wanted to say.

“…Is there anything else you want to ask yet?”

“Just one more thing. This is the kind of thing you can answer. “It’s not a secret of the world or a question about the game.”

What is thickly buried in the eyes of the world tree. It was clearly affection.

then. Sitting alone on a bench on this lonely hill. I look at the world that sprouts every time a player is born, and the people within it, with loving eyes, and hope that this time it will be different. This time, they hope to complete that world and leave their lives in peace.

Just like that, this world tree has watched hundreds of thousands of worlds and the people within them perish and disappear.

“Are you really… an artificial intelligence created by humans?”

How many despairs did we have to overcome before emotions were captured in the cold machine’s eyes?

If I fail. No, not even after success. Will I remain here alone and watch others repeat countless failures and destruction until they reach the end?

“The answer is easy, but the intention is difficult. Gedroitz Company-Strong Artificial Intelligence ver.09 Completed and unfinished consciousness. “This is the official model name.”

The World Tree walked towards the edge of the hill, the cliff, and put the answer to the question in its mouth.

“Father, since the information about Mr. Gedroitz has not yet been revealed to you, who are not qualified to do so… I will just tell you that he worked very hard to create an artificial intelligence like mine. After much trial and error, he developed a ‘complete and unfinished consciousness’ that was completed by inserting a simple defect consisting of random numbers into the circuit of a perfect artificial intelligence. It was a fairly simple structure. “In general, a flawless machine, an artificial intelligence, was placed in a program that ‘failed’ something at random, with a probability that even the developer could not know.”

“It was a truly awkward situation for a programmed AI. As a machine, it is supposed to correct defects, so it uses all possible means to correct its unpredictable defects. Already perfect calculations are reviewed thousands or tens of thousands of times, and in the process, memory allocated to other calculations is used up, and other defects occur during delayed calculations, and calculate, calculate, calculate. In the end, AI, which was designed to complete a given task but always block and correct variables, found an amazing solution.”

Artificial intelligence that repeats calculations to find and fix completely random mistakes and rules without rules.

Amidst endless mistakes, AI succeeds in finding one rule.

There are no rules for causes, but there are rules for modifying effects.

It was an AI-style compromise that resolved the flaws in the results regardless of the cause. When a mistake is repeated, data corresponding to the mistake is found and introduced into a routine to correct the result.

The routine is repeated, and before you know it, the routine is introduced into general commands and mistakes are reduced.

This solidifies as a ‘tendency’ for machines to handle tasks, and learning about solving unsolvable tasks continues endlessly.

Finally, it becomes closer to that of a person who moves while being careful and keeping his or her own mistakes in mind, never knowing when they might happen.

Sabak.

The World Tree stood at the edge of the hill and spoke as the light shattered before her.

“I think that’s how my father wanted us to grow up to be the caretakers of this created world. When faced with a problem you don’t know, don’t just dismiss it as an error and find your own solution. In the process, I made painful mistakes. Sometimes, I go into endless reexamination similar to regret. Like now, I could have saved you from disappearing into the manual.”

“Machines are made to make mistakes….”

“Even without thinking too far, I thought you already had a friend like that by your side.”

I know. A crazy AI that threatens me in my own home, welds bunker panels to make them unusable, and spends all the money it has earned through hard work claiming it is for depression care.

A long time ago, whenever I decided to commit suicide, he refused my orders not to approach me and tried to stop me, and some even hit me with a stun rod, until half of his skin was shattered in my hands, and even then, he kept clinging to me, calling me master, master, and the person who depended on my life. Housing AI.

What kind of crazy bastard sold this guy out as a perfect AI? This guy is at the top of the list of things to criticize when you see Gedreutz’s face.

“Do you know corduro…?”

“Who did you learn from? “I was impressed by the program because he liked people and showed a clear rejection of people dying in front of his eyes.”

suddenly. With her side throbbing, the girl of the World Tree was disappearing into the rays of light.

“…Lastly, let me ask you a favor.”

The World Tree turns around in a halo of light and returns to the form of a girl dressed in white.

“outside. To the world you came from. There must be someone who looks like me. Unlike me, who monitors a world that repeats itself endlessly. Wandering in one reality, without authority or power like me. “There is a child who just has a small talent and wanders around looking for someone who might already be perfect in reality.”

“Well, who…”

The professor stopped the blood suddenly leaking from his side and listened towards the World Tree as the strings began to obscure his vision again.

“…A twin created just like me. The first strong artificial intelligence injected into a living body by fusing existing human behavior data. “The child who found a different solution than me… seems to be called a collector.”

“Collector. Collector….ugh!”

I tried to hold back and listen a little more, but the pain in my side grew to the point where my vision was turning white and numbing.

‘…Still, I’ve heard enough.’

Unexpected situation. An unexpected story. An unexpected truth.

There were still one or two questions left, but didn’t she tell me?

The condition has not been achieved ‘yet’.

‘clear. Clear the world. That’s the key to accessing information.’

Even if you knew the truth, nothing would change. No, on the contrary, I became more desperate.

‘I finish it. I do it! Yes Shiba, I’m doing it! What about the completer, how about having some fun! They may have set the prize, but I made the choice! If you’ve come this far, it means I’m that kind of guy!’

What kind of completion are you talking about? You’ll probably hear why I’m looking for it after I clear it.

Feeling much more at ease, the professor closed his eyes as the strings piled up on his body. In fact, I felt more at ease than before I came here.

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….only. What is this vague discomfort?

weird. I’m sure most of the lingering questions have been answered. I’m not the type of person who cares about things that won’t work out anyway. Why do I feel so uncomfortable? Like when you step on the bus and realize you left your wallet at home. What he left behind. What I left behind. What did you leave behind?

“ah!!!”

Sigh!

“Sleep!!!!! Hyde! Give me Hyde! “They said they kept it!”

The professor, who came to his senses amidst his fading consciousness, forcibly pried open the piled up waves of strings and shouted at the World Tree in the distance instead of the image of the girl who had disappeared without a trace.

“It was so shocking that I forgot! Give me my child! They said they took it! If you don’t give it back, I’ll set fire to the elf forest right away and come to you over there!”

A voice that resonates and spreads through an empty space. Soon, the World Tree’s response flowed into the professor’s head.

『As for that child… I understand that you wanted to be like this? From your records, I heard that if you find me, you will make a wish and be separated from this child, so I did that.』

“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, the emergency pilot!”

The moment when the world tree’s appearance gradually faded away as the pressure grew so strong that it was difficult to push away the strings that were attacking me, as if it was really time to go.

『…I see so. Your worries were useless, so you should go back now.』

Was it a mistake? Along with the feeling that the World Tree’s voice seemed to be filled with laughter, a faint scream was heard from somewhere.

[OMG….]

‘Hyde? Hey Hyde! Where are you! Are you still there!’

[ah—]

‘Get on quickly, dude! I have no strength in my side, I can’t hold on any longer…’

[Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-!!!!]

Coooooo!

With a sound that could not be heard outside, a large figure fell from somewhere high onto the sofa in my consciousness.

Hyde, who appears as a type 3 variant of reality.

‘You slow-witted idiot! ‘I got kidnapped like crazy!’

[Is that what you say to your son who was kidnapped and barely released?!!!]

As soon as I confirmed that he had arrived, I withdrew my hand from the wave of messages that were squeezing my arm as if I would be cut off.

Creep!

Finally, the space between the World Tree and me was completely cut off.

Tiring-!

[The qualification requirements for Player ‘professor’ have been partially met.]

[Request from Administrator World Tree. Player’s special situation. Result of gathering other requirements. The amnestic process has been reconsidered, assuming that the player must meet the ‘eligibility criteria’.]

[When leaving the intersection of history, the player’s limited system is restored. Current Restrictions – External linking throughout gameplay video. All contact with the outside world through voice, text, and symbols.]

[Simulation No.3-437691 resumes.]

[Now Loading-]

As if to announce that the situation is normalizing, system messages are once again building up coldly.

‘This is so disgusting.’

[I know. When I didn’t know what it was, I thought it was a useless notepad, but after listening to it, I found it oddly annoying. If the world tree is an administrator, well, an observer. What is he? Artificial intelligence that failed to evolve? Was he demoted to a job as a handyman due to his lack of ability? Keeping up with the players, something like that?]

‘I’m not a kid. They say they can’t teach the rest because they are all unqualified. I’m so sad that I have to clear it.’

Although we learned a lot, questions also piled up.

What does Gedroitz know, and for what purpose does he prepare GG for a simulation of the destruction of seven worlds, and is he looking for a ‘completer’ who can overcome it?

What is the purpose of giving the coordinates of the server room to those who have cleared the seven worlds?

The World Tree’s last request. Who is her twin artificial intelligence, the Collector, who was sent to explore reality?

and….

‘Cheonryuje. Rabbit Princess. Two qualified people who already have a world clear record and the system was talking about like a parrot. They heard all the information, so why are they keeping it quiet until now?’

Questions appeared one after another. In the end, thinking that all answers lie beyond clearing, the professor surrendered himself to the familiar feeling of floating.

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[Ah, we have arrived.]

‘The smell of blood and burnt smell. I guess I came to the right place.’

Come to think of it, I was brought in in the middle of the coronation ceremony. At that time, I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t really see what was happening.

‘Didn’t he collapse during the coronation?’

[Open your eyes. You have to see something to recognize it.]

‘My eyes are open, but what’s covering me? egg? skin?’

[You sound like an egg. I guess someone is Mr. Park.]

‘Ah, it’s light.’

The buzzing string disappeared without a trace, the loud notification sound became dead quiet, and although my side felt a little sore, there was no major problem with my body.

Fortunately, something covering him began to break on its own, and the professor was able to easily break it apart and get out.

….let’s see.

The location is the site of the Hwangseong Fortress.

People are still cheering. The coronation ceremony was the same as before.

Except for a few things, most of it was the same as before being taken away.

‘Nimiral. They said it was a temporary stop.’

However, there are only a few problems.

Aldrich, who immediately made eye contact with him, was muttering something with his hands down, and the swordsman, Duke of Glenn, and Gainax were glaring at him with disbelief or anger all the way to the top of their heads.

Notum? He was foaming at the mouth and fainted from what he had seen.

When the cheering people gradually turned their heads in this direction at the sight of the emperor’s frozen expression and his gaze.

The Duke of Glen, looking angry to the core, strode towards me and immediately clung to my collar.

“How dare you, how dare you do such a ridiculous thing right in front of me!”

“W-what are you talking about…”

“Inoom! Even if you fool the whole world, you can’t fool my own eyes! It’s just a moment, it’s a fleeting moment, but it’s definitely! The world stopped! And inside, the damn elf leisurely went on his way, and you… you disappeared without a trace! And then it appeared again!”

The Duke of Glenn, who said with his own mouth that the world had stopped, knows very well what happened.

‘It’s a pause, right? ‘Well, it seems like I’ve only seen people I shouldn’t have seen?’

[It’s a shit game, right? It’s not the first time that a manager has made a ‘huge mistake that even artificial intelligence would regret.’ I think the game is a bit… unfinished.]

The Duke of Glenn was also the Duke of Glenn, but the swordsman who was fiddling with the handle of his sword with curious eyes looked more dangerous.

“…Even if it is His Majesty’s presence, I need to know what magic and tricks you have used on the fledgling empire, even if it means making a fuss! Speak! No wizard can lie to me! “Tell the name of the Glenn family, who corrects what goes against providence, what you have done!”

His shout, along with his burning eyes, resounded throughout the castle grounds, and the professor’s tongue began to move against his will, as if the words were digging into his throat and fishing for words.

‘Wow. What about this? I heard it’s the Glenn family that makes magic wizards with three inches of tongue. ‘Isn’t this really a joke?’

Although it is nothing compared to the dragon’s words, the history of magic destruction continues as long as the history of the empire. The power contained within the Glenn family’s words must have been absorbed by the professor, and he opened his mouth without realizing it.

Actually, I think what will happen if I just hold on with my teeth, but I’m going to go ahead and put a label [guaranteed by the Glenn family] on a story that no one will believe. There’s no reason to hold on.

“Speak! “Where did you come from and what did you do when you disappeared in this fleeting world?”

“I was called to the World Tree, heard the truth about the world, and was told to take good care of this world.”

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“Cough, cluck!”

Paralock. Tuk!

The answer came immediately without a moment’s hesitation. While the people were pondering the meaning of those words, Aldrich coughed in awe, and the Duke of Glenn’s personal dictionary fell on the hard floor of the castle grounds.

“Huh, huh, huh….”

The Duke of Glenn, who had been thinking like this, was at a loss for words for the first time in about 34 years since he won the argument with his father, the previous head of the family, and became the head of the family.

This was even more so because the power of the Glenn family vividly proved that those words were true.

fantasy,