Chapter 65 (Second Update)

Appearing in the Ark again, Shen Jian did not feel very strange, he knew he was dreaming.

He allowed himself to briefly immerse himself in the slightly better world of the past before the chip given to him by the leader was fully analyzed.

Chen Jian guessed that this chip was the data of the "Solomon" that was first developed before the world was restarted.

The young Shen Wenyan and Shen Xiuzhu in this world took over part of the data conversion and grafted it onto the network of the Wuyan Tower.

They quickly accepted and learned things that would be useful in the future at an incredible speed. Even if some of their memories would be selectively cleared by [Chen Jian] for the sake of planning, the subconscious mind would still survive tenaciously.

The data connected to the experimenters finally played its role. Under the control of the two, a calculation was carried out that consumed half of the available energy of the Invisibility Tower.

Calculations show that the collapse of the galaxy has now reached 10%.

Chen Jian lowered his eyes to look at the vibrant green plants on the ground. There were a few white fur balls diligently sweeping the dust, watering and fertilizing them. They even had soft ears.

Shen Jian watched calmly.

…At first, neither he nor the leader said it explicitly, but they both tacitly understood that they had made this agreement, with the chip hidden in the ring given to him by the leader as a symbol—

They proceeded with their plans simultaneously.

The leader can still use this "storm" that has never appeared on any timeline as an anchor point to collapse and distort the world's timeline, making it truly impossible to restart itself.

Then, before the collapse reaches the last anchor point, the world where Shen Jian is, if Shen Jian can interrupt the world's self-restart and switch to manual control, he can reverse the collapsed world and end the universe's self-reset like a computer program.

A very simple double insurance.

But when Shen Jian got the collapse data, he was silent for a while.

The leader, [Chen Jian], the dead Chen Jian, or the thousands of Chen Jians in other worlds, all remained unshakable in their plans and decisions, even if the instructions were for the lives of thousands of innocent souls.

...but Shen Jian will.

Chen Jian still looked like a grown-up young man, but as if to match the warm and peaceful dream, he was still wearing the clothes he wore before, sitting on the stairs. Below, many people from the Wuyan Tower were scattered around the haphazardly placed old brown tables, writing on messy books and papers.

The tall bookshelves are surrounded by sunlight, green vines and flowers, and the prism on the top reflects a dreamy light.

The round, white, plush ball with two ears rummaged around on the table between the bookshelves, diligently trying to separate the piles of papers into a boundary.

Shen Jian had a book on his knees and read it in silence for a while.

He found Shen An, Shen Tu, Shen Lanhe, Shen Xiuzhu, Shen Pingyan, and Shen Wenyan among the people writing on the paper, found his subordinates who were engraved in his heart one by one, found Xu Yinmo, and found Yun.

Solomon floated in the air and picked up the bound books, sorted them out, checked them, and placed them on the corresponding bookshelf.

Shen Jian knew very well that he was dreaming.

Finally, he found Mo Yi.

Mo Yi was wearing the Tang suit he wore last time I saw him. The red color stood out among the warm colors. His umbrella was open on the table, as if a ghost could only live in darkness without sunlight.

He was writing on the last piece of paper, and Shen Jian even had the leisure to guess what he was writing - could it be "One hundred ways to deal with the leader abandoning his subordinates to guard the bottom of the sea alone" - just kidding.

Shen Jian stared at the other person's soft and drooping black hair for a while.

Mo Yi finished writing the last piece of paper, folding up the fur balls one by one like an independent cat's tail, and worked hard to present the semi-finished book.

Shen Jian saw Mo Yi pick up a fur ball and touch it, revealing a relaxed smile that Shen Jian had never seen before.

Shen Jian was slightly stunned.

He suddenly remembered that he had actually only met Mo Yi twice.

Then, counting the "meeting again" mentioned by Mo Yi when he first met him, he only met Shen Jian three times under the identity of Mo Yi.

Shen Jian gave him the identity of Mo Yi, but until his death, Shen Jian did not acknowledge this identity. *

"..." The leader lowered his eyes, and the busy and silent Wuyan Tower was clearly reflected in his dark pupils.

Solomon's mechanical arm lifted up a book and slowly moved it towards where Shen Jian was.

Shen Jian did not move, his expression calm, watching the book brush his cheek and put it into the bookshelf behind him, raising a tiny gust of warm wind, breaking the barrier between dreams and touch.

Shen Jian saw that the book was about “Rebuilding regional civilization in small doses after disasters”.

He was silent for a while, and finally smiled helplessly.

When he quickly lowered his eyes, he saw Mo Yi with his hands folded on his knees, looking up at him quietly.

[Long time no see, sir.] Mo Yi looked at Chen Jian, biting his lips silently and raising a gentle smile.

Shen Jian placed his hands on the pages of the book in his lap, looking straight into his warm eyes.

“…” Shen Jian was silent for a while, then whispered, “Long time no see, Mo Yi.”

Although I can't hear the words of admission now.

The black-haired man in a Tang suit smiled, did not answer, but shook his head, directing Shen Jian's gaze to the bright sunshine ahead.

Then, he faded silently, shattered like a piece of paper and disappeared.

Shen Jian's peripheral vision was fixed there, he knew what was going to happen, so he didn't look.

Shen Pingyan was very close to Mo Yi. He was the second one to disappear. He only made one move: he looked back at Shen Jian.

Then, it was another subordinate of Shen Jian.

Then, every subordinate of Wu Yanta disappeared one by one, followed by Solomon. Shen Tu smiled and said sorry to Shen Jian in the end.

Finally, the Ark was left with only Shen Jian and countless confusedly jumping fur balls.

Shen Jian spread out a book, sitting in the empty and silent giant library, watching everything return to silence.

He knew very well that this was a dream, and he was simulating the destruction of the world by making the people most important to him disappear one by one.

He knew it very well, so he also knew that he would regret creating this dream.

...Because Shen Jian knew that if the world were to be destroyed, it would be similar to this situation, but it might be even worse.

Three minutes later, the darkness swallowed up the stairs under Shen Jian's feet, and he was finally willing to give the book in his arms a look.

Then, he discovered that the book was written by Mo Yi.

.

Shen Jian opened his eyes.

He was a little unhappy.

He hadn't read a single word of the book when he was woken up.

He pursed his lips and glanced at [Chen Jian] who was standing beside him, "What's the matter?"

"What did you do?" [Chen Jian] lowered his eyes, frowned, with his coat draped over his arm, and bloodstains on his body that had not yet been cleared away.

"Short sleep is obviously a more painful way to rest. If you want to rest, why don't you just ignore the calculation formula?"

Because calculating the collapsed data consumed half of the energy, [Chen Jian] had to do more resource plundering. The small organizations on the ground could no longer supply them, so he personally went to several floating fronts.

Shen Jian was silent for a moment, then sighed after a moment.

"Don't worry, I'm just reinforcing my beliefs, I swear."

It's just that the method is a little cruel to yourself.

Enduring the severe headache that was like a huge hammer hitting him, Shen Jian rubbed his forehead, "How much more is left?"

"Not bad." [Chen Jian] took a step back calmly, "Tonight is the final battle to end. Have you caught your 'cloud', dear 'sir'?"

[Chen Jian] also began to sneer coldly.

Shen Jian: “…”

Shen Jian thought of his dream, looked at his leader who was obviously unhappy that he was tormenting him like this, and said dryly, "Maybe I know where he is, but now is not the right time...?"

[Chen Jian] smiled indifferently, put the bloodstained coat on the sofa beside him, sat down, and then slowly unbuttoned his sleeves and tore off the bloodstained cloth there, "Since you can't find any information from your memories, then why are you sleeping?"

Shen Jian tried his best not to imagine himself as the piece of cloth torn to pieces by [Shen Jian].

He racked his brains for a moment and continued to stroke his hair dryly, "...Don't be angry, it's just that you are not in the Wuyan Tower, so I have to sleep, you know."

Although he could indeed mobilize the Wuyan Tower without [Chen Jian], he still had to avoid suspicion when [Chen Jian] was not in the tower.

Therefore, he had nothing to do except manually interrupting the erroneous program. What's more, Shen Wenyan and Shen Xiuzhu were also maintaining the program.

Shen Jian tried his best to appear innocent, attempting to make the other party feel that he was not lying.

Then, Shen Jian was swept out by his other self and locked outside with a bang.

Shen Jian was silent outside the door for a while, and he still couldn't understand what [Shen Jian] was thinking.

...Ah, forget it. Shen Jian thought carelessly.

In that case, go find Chen An.

He was a little curious about what Mo Yi was going to write to him.