This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 542.3: The End of Reincarnation is Nirvana

At the heart of the blizzard, the conference room in Boulder Grand Building roared like a furnace.

When Fang Ming shouted ‘Shame’! in fury, the nobles were shocked into chaos.

Some bolted for the door, some curled into balls. Others just lay down and played dead...

Sid was no exception. He even forgot his beloved S coin trading terminal as he scrambled under the table in a panic.

An AI going rogue and taking over Boulder Grand Building? It was unheard of. No one knew what would happen next.

Sid trembled so hard he nearly pissed himself.

But the gunfire and explosions never came. It was as if nothing had happened.

He gulped once and cautiously peeked out from under the table. He saw faces as terrified as his own, but Fang Ming, the mayor, was nowhere to be found.

He was gone, as if he had never existed...

"What the hell..." Sid muttered as he crawled out, grabbing his trading device. The graph was still sky-high. He heaved a sigh of relief.

That crazy AI just came to scare them?

The room erupted again in frantic chatter.

Compared to the rioting peasants outside, they had a bigger problem to deal with. Every face was drawn tight with anxiety.

"Damn it... That AI’s busted, right?!"

"Giving weapons to an AI was always a mistake!"

"Let’s vote to disarm him first!"

"Yeah! I heard he has some kind of superweapon, supposedly strong enough to wipe out half of Clearspring City!"

"Let’s take it and aim it at our neighbors!"

"Wait, that’s not helpful. We should just threaten them, make them pay annual protection fees..."

"Quiet... Silence!"

A coarse voice boomed through the room, one no one had ever heard before.

The nobles fell silent, turning toward the voice, and all widened their eyes in unison, especially Sid.

When he saw Spielberg’s face, his eyes bulged so wide it looked like his eyeballs might pop out.

That guy was supposed to be dead!

He had personally hired a hitman to take him out. Word was that a wastelander had butchered him in his cell, cut him into eight pieces with blood spraying everywhere.

"Hey, I know you hate me, but no need to look so surprised," Spielberg shrugged. "Yes, I don’t have a black card. Your mayor invited me in."

A noble swallowed nervously. "Weren’t you dead?"

"Sorry to disappoint. I almost died. You missed it by one second, well, maybe less than a second," Spielberg sighed.

Even knowing the people who wanted him dead were sitting in front of him, he strangely felt no hatred anymore.

"Was it Fang Ming who pulled you out?" Sid narrowed his eyes, trying to remember the insignificant man’s name.

"Yes. Mr. Eberts’ robot saved me. She was swift. She kicked that awakener across the room and then..." He started to describe it, but realizing the setting was inappropriate, gave an awkward laugh. "Sorry, I’ve been storytelling a lot lately. It’s an occupational hazard."

Wolfur frowned at the man who shouldn’t have been at the meeting. "What’s the meaning of this?"

"Just about to get to that." Spielberg cleared his throat and looked with pity at the nobles seated around the table. "Sorry to say, you’ve lost."

An uproar broke out instantly.

The noble with the shoeprint on his face struggled to his feet, glaring at Spielberg. "Rubbish! Don’t come in here and give us all that shit! We’re just having a little hiccup! We’ve weathered worse!"

This time, no one threw a shoe at him. Even the noble who had kicked him earlier now stood with him.

"Yeah! What the hell do you know!"

"Right, I don’t know what you’re trying to debate," Spielberg glanced at the vast chamber and sighed. "Maybe I said it wrong. It’s not that you’ve lost. It’s that we’ve all lost... Everything is over."

The uproar only grew. No one wanted to hear his nonsense.

Some stood up and cursed. Some spat at him. One even threw another shoe.

But those men, hollowed out by alcohol and vice, were no match for him.

Most of the spit hit someone else. Spielberg easily dodged the shoe and sighed, preparing to leave, but a voice stopped him. "Wait!"

He turned and saw Wolfur.

He didn’t know the man, but he seemed like the smarter kind.

It was just a creator’s intuition, maybe.

Wolfur squinted at him. "What do you mean everything is over?"

"Exactly what I said." Spielberg shrugged. "Look outside. Everyone out there is against you. They gave you the black cards, and they can take them back. You had your chances. But you lost, and dragged the rest of us down with you."

He had watched countless futures in the room.

There had been a chance, long ago, for everyone to embrace a brighter future. And the odds were nearly 100%.

But just like how the Wasteland Era replaced the Prosperity Era, humanity always seemed doomed to follow that cursed 1% that wasn’t supposed to happen.

Fang Ming had watched it all. He watched the possibilities shrink and darken.

And in the end, when Spielberg stood alone in the screening room, not one of the 200+ outcomes was even remotely a happy ending.

Fang Ming, who had existed for two centuries, had felt despair deeper than any human. Perhaps that was why it said what it said, that their endless journey had become a form of torture.

It was a cycle that could never be broken...

Spielberg suddenly felt a trace of sympathy for Fang Ming.

"You mean those peasants?" Sid raised his chin and looked at Spielberg with disdain. "What can those people possibly achieve? They’ll be wiped out by the militia soon enough."

"That’s right, in Ending A, that’s exactly what happens. But that machine didn’t really predict the future. And in the end, it still broke its own promise and sent Eberts to save me, which led us down a path no one had anticipated..." Spielberg sighed. "Honestly, I’m curious too, where our fate will ultimately lead us."

Wolfur furrowed his brows.

He couldn’t understand a word this guy was saying.

What Ending A?

What future prediction?

"Hahahaha!"

A sudden burst of laughter echoed through the chamber.

Sid staggered to his feet, clutching the transaction device tightly. With his bulging eyes glaring at Spielberg, he sneered and yelled, "The black cards were given to us by the outer city rabble? Ridiculous! From the beginning, you’ve been spewing nothing but nonsense. Let me tell you, a black card is a black card! Supreme power is our birthright! What could you losers possibly know?!"

"I’ll tell you this too! Even if you breach the gates of the inner city, you’ll never get into this tower! Endless drones and automated firepower will grind you all into paste!" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Sid glared at Spielberg with bloodshot eyes and screamed like a madman, as if desperate to prove something. "You’re included! Don’t think you’re safe just because you got lucky once! As soon as we vote to reclaim control over the tower’s security system, you’ll be the first to die, "

"You haven’t noticed yet?" Spielberg looked at the blustering man with pity. "Your dear mayor is already gone. He formatted himself, including the weapon systems of this building. Go ahead, hold your vote... Oh, right..."

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he opened his mouth and continued, "It’s not just the weapons that were deactivated. There’s also a self-destruct protocol, though, to be precise, it wasn’t set by him, but by an original resident from long, long ago."

"To prevent the AI from overstepping its bounds, that resident embedded a failsafe into its code: if it ever violated a non-negotiable safety clause and interfered in survivor affairs, the self-destruct program would activate. Its data would be wiped, and Boulder Grand Building would be destroyed along with it... But you don’t need to worry. The countdown is 48 hours. Even counting from the day you made me disappear, there’s still plenty of time to evacuate."

The chamber erupted in chaos.

People looked at each other in panic, eyes full of disbelief and fear. Nowhere in the ancestral teachings had that been mentioned.

The Boulder Grand Building... Was going to collapse?!

And what about their black cards?

Watching the panicked nobles, Spielberg continued helplessly, "Did you know? It never wanted to admit it, but I think... the mayor actually loved you all. That includes me, and all the humans this city sheltered."

"After all, it kept its promise until the very end. It could’ve erased you and me from this planet with the flick of a finger. And the one time it broke its promise, it was to save me... and in doing so, also saved you."

"Not to brag, but if I had died, none of you would’ve survived. I’m the only one who could’ve helped you avoid total reckoning."

Fang Ming was truly great lord.

Spielberg suddenly felt a little heartache. It wasn’t until he saw the historical footage that he realized Mr. Fang Ming had always used a holographic projection of its creator in youth as its external appearance.

Even after they had sealed off the screening room completely, it had still tried to awaken their memories in ways that didn’t violate its oath.

What a pity.

Humans were such forgetful, ugly creatures.