Chapter 72 This is the meaning of everything
War of the Gods...When I first heard this word, I had a feeling it was unreal, and even suspected that I had heard it wrong, or it was some other word.
After all, the pioneers have only unlocked three destinies. According to the plot, let alone the war of gods, even gods have not been seen seriously. The only ones they have come into contact with are probably the simulated universe and the differential universe.
Therefore, even if there is a war between gods, it will only happen after the Star Train has opened up many areas.
We have to give the raccoon some experience, right?
When I think about it, as a typical short-lived human being, I will definitely not live to that time.
If I were still human.
But a voice in my head told me: Jade is right.
right? What's right? The war between gods is still my responsibility? I'm not a GM, I don't have that authority or ability!
So I answered directly: "Ms. Jade is joking. I am just an ordinary person. Even if I have a position, it is insignificant in the game between star gods."
But Feicui seemed to have gotten the answer she wanted from this, and nodded to me with satisfaction, saying, "Then, I won't disturb Mr. Shirley's vacation time."
Shirley, sir? I hesitated for a moment, always feeling that this name was particularly strange.
Although I know that Potio has used fake identities for me and "Yan Qing", this is the first time I know what this fake name is. No wonder Potio has been reluctant to tell me. Is he afraid of exposing the fact that he is bad at naming?
While I was daydreaming, Sha Jin walked straight into the elevator. Then the elevator closed and began to move slowly upwards.
Like a magic trick, Sha Jin turned his wrist, and a jade omen suddenly appeared in his hand, and it was my jade omen.
"I don't know what your trump card is, but my friend..." Shajin handed the phone back to me and said, "It's always a good idea to have an extra way out, isn't it?"
"Besides, you are not 100% sure that you can protect everyone."
But the company can do it.
"......" I finally took Yu Zhao's unlocking and added Sha Jin's contact information.
Although I don't think I would actually ask the company for help, like Shajin said, I'm not 100% sure.
When things get tough, people trade everything they have.
The elevator stopped, and after they got out one after another, I was ready to go down again, so I didn't leave with them.
Fortunately, both Jade and Gold Sand know this and would never ask me similar greetings like “Aren’t you coming out?”
After the fence was closed again, Shajin suddenly said, "Finally, I'll give you a small gift: I just received news that an unusual number of people have poured into the Daydream Hotel."
This is a reminder that if you want to do something, you'd better do it quickly.
The elevator was already moving downwards, and I couldn't see Sha Jin's expression, but I could roughly gather that this message was both a gift and a way for me to stop talking about it with other people.
This actually made me feel relieved, because it meant that they were not able to block me in advance, otherwise it would be impossible for the Star Core Hunter to seize the initiative.
——Perhaps while I was talking to the Star Core Hunter, Gold Dust was already on his way in a hurry.
The place where the elegy is written is easy to find. Just walk along the main road after getting off the elevator.
The not very long road was exceptionally quiet. There were neither residents of Liumeng Reef nor any other forces present.
Finally, on the empty platform, I finally saw her.
She covered her face with her white-gloved hands and stood quietly beside a pillar. An hourglass with gears lingered around her mechanical body, which rotated and revolved non-stop like the earth orbiting the sun.
I stopped in front of her, and my height of over two meters forced me to look up slightly to look at her.
——Although she still didn't put down her hands at this time, I just felt that she was looking at me.
"Elegy." I called out first, but before I could continue, the person in front of me suddenly changed his posture.
She placed one hand on her abdomen and one hand behind her back, bowing and saying, "Are you ready to gaze upon the final projection?"
Um? Do I fight Phantom of Doom alone?
Although I didn't necessarily mean to actually fight, out of caution, I responded, "Not yet. I just have some questions."
As if it was programmed, the elegy began: "The end of the world that I witnessed with my own eyes..."
"Do you know Zaumu from the Border System? Fate has blessed them with a prophet who has enabled the system to have the right to sit at the company's negotiating table."
“But after the prophet tampered with history, the disappeared world line condensed into a tsunami-like chaotic memory. It was a gray wave that was enough to take away all life, and it was an indiscriminate disease targeting the entire planet.”[1]
Although I didn't intend to listen to doomsday stories, I didn't just treat it as a simple story.
But would tampering with history lead to such a serious problem?
I grasped the cuffs of my sleeves tightly and rolled over them repeatedly, just like rolling over the anxiety in my heart, "So, what happened next?"
The posture of the elegy remained unchanged, and the ending was revealed in a simple sentence: "The prophet was assassinated, the dispute did not stop, the war lasted for two amber ages, and finally drowned in the gray tsunami."
......This is the past, but it also looks very much like the future.
The elegy still maintained this posture while bowing. Even so, she was still taller than me. But I couldn't get any closer to observe the changes in the expression of an intelligent machine.
Well, let’s put aside what I just heard and ask something else, “Is the end the end of everything?”
"No, the end will cause amber to crack, immortality to wither, music to be mute, arrows of light to dim, the sun to be reduced to ashes, the tavern to be covered with dust - even destruction itself cannot avoid destruction." [2]
This is exactly what I remembered. When this question was first asked in the game, the elegy gave this answer.
At that time, I was still shocked by this long list of contents, so it left a deep impression on me.
In reflection, the elegy adds, “The end is not the end of everything. Everything will begin from here and move towards the next end.”[3]
It sounds like the world returned to extinction and then civilization was born from scratch, and then the development of civilization in the universe embarked on the road to extinction again.
So, the simple chat experiment is over, and now we are going to have some important questions.
I withdrew my hand and exhaled, then asked as calmly as possible, "So, who am I?"
The elegy was silent, and at that moment, the figure seemed to be completely integrated into the winding shadow, becoming blurred and indistinguishable.
I waited for her to form her words, but she showed no sign of answering.
So I changed the question to, "Can the friends who came with me leave safely?"
She remained silent, but I had enough patience to wait for the answer to this question.
After a few minutes, the mourning poem finally spoke, but she did not answer. She only apologized, "It is you who came from the end. I have no way of knowing the future."
"... Then, the next question is: Why did a funeral master appear in Luofu?"
"There is no planet that is eternal in the universe. As a funeral guest, it is not surprising to appear anywhere." The mourning poem answered in a very official manner, but she understood what I wanted to ask, so she continued: "As for Luofu, it has not yet reached its end, but it is foreseeable that it is on the road to its end."
After saying this, she straightened up, and under the black veil, only her pursed lips could be seen.
But the feeling of being watched reminds me: she is looking at me.
I don't know what her gaze means, but it's not hard to guess, "Is Luo Fu's end related to me?"
"It is you who came from the end of the world. I have no way of knowing the future." The elegy repeated the words just now.
I wanted to continue asking her if she knew who the funeral guest who appeared in Luofu was, but a word suddenly came to my mind: lies of the gods.
I thought it was my remaining memory reminding me, then I realized it was it talking.
As if it had used up all its strength in saying these five simple words, it suddenly fell silent after it finished speaking them with difficulty.
"The lies of the gods are..."
The elegy suddenly interrupted my unfinished question: "I'm sorry, I don't necessarily know as much as you do."
This is a very abrupt behavior, at least from the perspective of the image of an elegy.
I stared at her and said word by word: "You know, tell me."
After I finished speaking, I realized that this statement was too harsh.
I can't explain why I had to be so aggressive about the elegy. Maybe it was because I subconsciously always regarded it as the key to breaking the deadlock, but in the end it was difficult to get enough effective information, and there were even more mysteries.
This is impotent venting of anger, which is not good. I took a deep breath and suppressed the complicated emotions in my heart, "I'm sorry."
Although I don't know whether intelligent machines have emotion modules, my seeking for answers is essentially asking for help. It is a bit too bad to force others with this attitude.
However, the elegy was so easy to talk to. She even responded, "I understand your feelings, but you don't have to apologize to me, because what you did has answered the ultimate question I have been pursuing in my long life."
I don't know if this was just a polite remark, but I was really curious about the final question she asked, so I asked: "What question are you pursuing?"
As if she had thought about this thousands of times, she answered fluently and without hesitation: "If the End wanted to end everything, why did He warn the past? If He wanted to save everything, why did He bring about the end of the world? If everything will eventually be annihilated, then what is the meaning of our existence?"[4]
Without waiting for me to ask further questions, she answered her own question, "Perhaps the end itself does not have any nature. Whether it is the end or salvation, it all depends on the choice of the follower."
She stared at me with a light, relieved smile, “And that’s what this is all about.”
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