The matter was soon found out, whether what King and Playmaker said was the truth.

When everyone faced the freely rotating screen and the dead land outside, everyone fell silent.

One side is hell and the other side is heaven.

But the problems faced by mankind are far from being as simple as the problem of hell and heaven.

Humanity, a group that was originally divided by language, culture, and various interests, has once again been cut through a clear line of demarcation.

Part of them wants to get out. They see this world as a prison, while the other part clings to this prison and treats everyone as their private property.

They already hold a part of the world's rights here, and they will have nothing when they leave.

This dividing line was sharper than any sharp arguments and words in the past, and they found that they had no way to escape.

Behind is the cliff called the collapse of order, and forward... is the truth that is gradually approaching them and death that originally seemed to them to be absurd and unreachable.

No one wants to put their life under the collapse of an order, let alone under the control of others.

During their discussion with King, someone asked King such a question.

"King, how can you ensure that none of us are under your control?"

"What should I assure you? Or, what kind of evidence should I produce to assure you?" King's rhetorical question caused everyone to fall silent.

"You know," King said, "even I can't guarantee that all my thoughts and all my actions come from my own initiative..."

"What do you mean? You can't control yourself?"

"No, no, no..." King shook his head slightly, "I mean, how can you ensure that everyone of us standing here is a real human being?"

"What did you say!?" Everyone present looked at each other, and then slowly turned their heads without leaving any trace.

Those who can sit here are not simple politicians, but real and real leaders.

Because this meeting was too important, no one would miss it, but what they heard almost made them deafen their ears.

"The makers of this world do not allow anyone to know the existence of the virtual world. The people who created this world, our ancestors, are just to prevent someone from destroying this world after knowing the truth. Therefore, they created some small

An inconspicuous program that monitors all mankind to prevent anyone from doing anything wrong after knowing the truth..."

King did not lie. Similar monitoring and purging mechanisms do exist in this world. However, long after Playmaker broadcast the disturbing news around the world, the purging mechanism was automatically shut down.

Because the original intention of the erasure mechanism is to protect human beings and act on those who know the truth, completely erasing them from the world, history, and people's cognition.

But now that all human beings know the truth, that mechanism cannot eliminate all human beings at once, so based on the highest priority option of "protecting human beings", the program can only be closed automatically.

However, although the program was closed, no one present or even the whole world, including the Playmaker group, except King, knew the truth.

"That mechanism is used to monitor human actions. It not only expresses your words and actions, it will even appear next to us as humans and monitor our movements as humans."

King's expression was solemn, looking at everyone with a scrutinizing expression, "I suspect that the watcher is among us."

King was talking nonsense, but no one in the room knew whether what he said was true or false.

So what if the supervisor is lying? A proposition that cannot be falsified is a true proposition for everyone in this world.

When he said "there are traitors among us", in his opinion, what he really meant was "there are traitors among you", because traitors do not exist at all.

"You're talking nonsense!" Someone in the room said with a sullen face, "How can someone who can sit in each of our seats be replaced?"

There is still a smart person present, but the counter-arguments he puts forward are a bit stupid.

"I'm not talking nonsense, but the so-called monitors may not be motivated by subjective will. They themselves don't know their true identity. They were born as humans, recognized and grew up as humans, and eventually became the same as us.

The same cognition, but as long as the world needs it, they will stand up and become monitors."

"In other words, how do you confirm that what you said was not made by a machine that asked you to say it?"

Those present were speechless.

As human beings, they were imprisoned in a cage. Both their emotions and actions and language were separated by the machine, given and controlled by the machine. They could not guarantee that their current feelings and language were not given by the machine.

The scene fell into silence for a while.

No one dared to be the first to speak. Everyone was wary of the people of the same status sitting around them, and they did not want to be "forced" to prove their innocence in this situation.

"So……"

After a long silence, someone finally spoke first, breaking the miserable silence.

"Mr. King, who knows all the truth," the man asked, "what do you think of people like us... living in this virtual world like AI?"

King frowned.

It seems that among this group of pampered smart people, a wise person has appeared.

The first time, he explained that he knew all the truth and his identity was doubtful. The second time, he put aside his doubts and asked for his opinion.

If you were a fool, you would already be confused.

But King is not a fool, and this trick has little effect on him.

"What kind of opinion can I have against you?" King spread his hands and replied, "I'm just an ordinary person who accidentally learned part of the truth."

Everyone had a look of suspicion on their faces. Ever since King told the truth about the world, they should have doubted who King was and where the Playmaker learned the truth about the world...

King's identity also has to make people question who he is and why he knows so many things. No matter what aspect, it is worthy of careful consideration of his true identity.

"However, I hope that the world can remain as it is," King grinned. "After all, the outside world can no longer develop. The civilization of this world has come to an end. If it can survive for a day, it is only one day."

King, is still lying to this day.

"Sir Playmaker, what are you doing?" Ai saw Yusaku busy in front of the computer again.

"Looking for something useful..."

There wasn't much light in Yusaku's eyes anymore. He seemed to have imprisoned his heart in the depths of his mind, in the small cage of the lost incident.

"Eh? What are you talking about?"

"We can't stay here, and we can't let King do whatever he wants..." After Yusaku finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued to work.

He is forcing himself.

Ai could tell at a glance.

Yusaku is forcing himself to keep hope, he is forcing hope to be given to himself.

But at the same time, if Yusaku really gave up hope inadvertently, then he would no longer be a playmaker.

"That's it..." Ai lowered his head.

It is understandable that Mr. Playmaker would enter this state. After all, anyone who gets hope and is told that this hope is false and that behind the hope is despair will do this...

Mr. Playmaker is doing well this way, at least he hasn't given up completely yet. He is still looking for something that can change the current situation. If he were an ordinary person, he might fall directly into despair with a huge gap.

Thinking of this, Ai's mood at least calmed down a lot.

But after seeing Yusaku's dull eyes, he still started to worry unconsciously.

"Ahem..." A slight cough sounded from behind, which was particularly clear in the entire secret room.

Yusaku's hands on the keyboard froze slightly, and he turned his head to look at Honmura-san behind him.

"Soul Burner!" Bu Lingmeng jumped out of the duel disk, "Are you awake!?"

Yusaku hurried over and helped Homura-san up from the ground.

Homura-san slowly twisted his body and shook his head, "Where am I...?"

There was a hoarseness and difficulty in Homura-san's voice, which made Yusaku and the others feel their hearts twitching.

"This is a backend management system underground, deep under the sea. We are closest to the center of the earth." Yusaku said.

Homura stood up suddenly, but the severe pain in his body pushed him back to the ground. The pain made him grin and asked, "Where's that monster?"

"Don't worry," Yusaku frowned, "You don't need to cheer up for the time being. You need to rest and sleep for a while! An ambulance will be here soon."

"Really...this is the backend system..." After Mr. Homura lay down, his voice became weak again, "So that's it...playmaker, your wish has been fulfilled...that's great, congratulations..."

"Ah, it's done," Yusaku felt a little sad in his heart, but his voice was suppressed, "You should have a good rest for a while."

There was a slight breathing sound from Homura-san.

"That's great..." Ai wiped the corners of his eyes, "It's great that the Soul Burner is okay! I'm beginning to believe that the machines that control this world still have some emotions..."

After Yusaku settled Homura-san, he came back and continued to fiddle with the computer.

"I won't let Zun die here," Yusaku said, "He needs treatment..."

"Master Playmaker, you just said that the ambulance will be here soon. Are you lying to the Soul Burner?"

Yusaku shook his head.

"I found some useful things," Yusaku finished and hit the Enter key, "It's done..."

Suddenly, the underwater darkroom flickered, flickering on and off like a light, and then changes happened in front of the playmaker and Ai.

Only the duel disks of Yusaku, Ai and Bureimu and the light reflected on Lord Homura's body did not change much.

The darkroom suddenly became dark. It was not that the light had dimmed, but that the space had become larger. Countless white lines seemed to be pouring in from the depths of darkness. Centered on the computer in front of Yusaku, they were outlined in a three-dimensional manner on all sides.

new space.

Then the white lines disappeared, and a dusty table and computer appeared in front of Yusaku.

"Ah! It's changed! It's changed!"

Ai exclaimed.

At this moment, the place where they were located was no longer the underwater darkroom, but an office with simple and outdated facilities.

"This is a small function of this fake backend system," Yusaku said, helping Homura Takashi on the ground and grabbing two duel disks. "It allows us to get out of here and send a distress signal quickly."
Chapter completed!