"If I gave you another chance, would you still save him?"
Yes, I still will.
"Why?"
"The initial motivation for researchers is to believe in themselves and then explore the truth of science. If I doubt myself, what is the value of my journey? Nobody thought the human genome project could succeed, but I did it. Everyone dared to try controlled nuclear fusion, and I did it too. What's wrong with saving crying children and broken families?"
Laplace's demon gave him a deep look.
Even though Zhao Xuerou and Ke Bing paid the ultimate price, are you still true to yourself?
"Of course I'm determined." Jiang Cheng's expression was calm, the warmth in his palm returned, and his fingertips no longer trembled.
He understood.
Everyone has their own outlook on life, values, and worldview.
What if one day you don't even believe it yourself?
How can one go further on the path of scientific research then?
Countless scientists, in their quest for truth, have gained insight into the universe and nature.
Some of them went mad and became insane.
Some people started to question the meaning of life and became completely abnormal.
The universe is vast and complex. When this flood of information challenges your original understanding, how do you determine whether it is right or wrong?
Jiangcheng provided the answer.
Believe in yourself.
“Very good.” Laplace’s demon suddenly curled the corners of his mouth.
A gentle breeze rustled through the valley, making the massive tech tree rustle.
Its originally furry figure suddenly became illusory.
"Laplace's demon, or rather, I, do not exist; I am merely a hypothesis. I used the lives and deaths of those around me to impact you, blaming you for all the mistakes. The struggle and pain tormented you constantly, treating you as a variable, a murderer who killed others, creating a demon within you. You did not succumb; instead, you chose to believe in yourself. This is the test of the technology tree. Throughout history, as the guardian spirit of the technology tree, I have seen countless brilliant researchers. Some went mad, some went insane, but you are one of the few who can pass."
"Let me tell you a cliché story, one you might have heard in elementary school. In Toruń, Poland, there was a young man born in 1473, a time of strict social hierarchy. At that time, science was considered the handmaiden of theology, much knowledge was distorted or emasculated, and people saw the world as a dead place, lacking any correct understanding. The geocentric model was the absolute authority of the papacy at the time, and then this young man openly questioned the papacy, defying all conventions by conducting experiments, even risking being tied to a cross and burned alive."
"No one believed him. Everyone said that his heliocentric theory was a fallacy! But he persisted in his beliefs and completed the experiment amidst all kinds of doubts. In the end, he became the greatest astronomer of all time. The heliocentric theory is a milestone in mankind's pursuit of objective truth and represents a new era for the entire natural sciences."
His name was Copernicus.
Jiang Cheng was startled and looked at the lush and verdant technology tree.
Laplace's demon vanished from the tree, leaving only its echoes.
"This is a test from the technology tree. Only those who possess the qualities, wisdom, and character to master all of humanity's technologies over the past century can shoulder great responsibilities. The dream is over, and you can return to reality."
A cold, indifferent system voice rang out!
"Congratulations, host, on completing the unannounced challenge mission: Reincarnation Dream!"
Rewarding the law of entropy increase, a quantum mechanical computer!
Jiang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes.
I woke up from the illusion.
Everything before my eyes slowly disappeared: white walls, the emergency room with its red light on, You Lixuan beside me, the corridor smelling of disinfectant…
His mind went blank, and his whole body trembled.
Jiang Cheng sat on the bed, while a torrential downpour was falling outside.
It was all a lie; Zhao Xuerou and Ke Bing are still alive.
The clock in the living room points to 11:30 p.m.
Oh no, it's 11:30 and 1:01 PM.
He had a dream that lasted a minute.
(Readers really do resort to personal attacks on authors, haha.)
Hmm... I'll start writing about Luo Xiaoli now.
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