After a long time, Chen Feng turned his head in the moonlight and looked at his beloved who was sleeping beside him.

His mind was a little empty, and many complicated thoughts were surging.

His memories gradually became uncontrollable.

Since the two met, they went from misunderstanding and suspicion to relying on each other, then admiring each other, and then Chen Feng was embarrassed, but Zhong Lei fell deeper and deeper, and then Chen Feng finally revealed his feelings. He wanted to say goodbye, but he fell deeper and deeper. All these bits and pieces emerged from his heart and swallowed up his mind.

Although they are now very familiar with each other, Chen Feng still remembers the indescribable shock he felt when he first recognized Zhong Lei and found that she was the Beethoven of the next thousand years.

At that time, Chen Feng did not dare to expect too much, and just thought that he would be satisfied even if he could become an ordinary friend and talk to her for a few more words.

He never thought that he would have lived through nine lives in just nine months, witnessed countless separations and deaths, and was completely reborn. Now he finally got the "female version of Beethoven" who has become more remarkable.

Although it has become a fact, he still feels as if it is a lifetime ago and can't believe it.

It's like a dream. This big dream has ups and downs, as well as happiness and satisfaction. Chen Feng knows it's a dream, but he doesn't want to wake up, and he can't wake up.

He still occasionally fantasizes that if there were no crisis, everything would continue to go on in an ordinary way, and then he would always look up to Zhong Lei who was flying higher and higher in the ordinary, and sometimes feel sorry for himself and lament why he didn't get along better with each other when they were neighbors.

This fate may be sad for himself, but it is hard to say whether it is good or bad for civilization.

Chen Feng took another peek at Zhong Lei, and then buried his face in the pillow silently.

At this time, he didn't know whether he was ashamed or excited, or perhaps there was a heavy sense of responsibility.

This was the first time in a long time that he had another person sleeping next to him when he traveled through time.

Alas.

It's time to go to bed. I hope I can do better this time.

I must!

The next day, in the early morning, Chen Feng opened his eyes in a daze.

The furnishings in the room were still familiar.

The sixteen pairs of woolen trousers that were shaken off to the ground along with the quilt when the passion reached its peak last night were neatly stacked on the bedside table.

Chen Feng rubbed his eyes, sat up abruptly, and looked around.

This was indeed the master bedroom of his villa.

Huh?

About five seconds later, he realized something, his pupils suddenly widened, his face became extremely distorted, revealing panic and confusion.

Chen Feng's teeth creaked.

It's... It's over

! I didn't make it!

The crossing failed!

What... What should I do?

Did we win this time?

Is my mission over?

The finale ?

How is Tang Tianxin?

How is everyone?

Has humanity escaped the solar system?

Is it really... over?

The Compound Eyes Civilization is so powerful. Did I really do so well this time and successfully wipe out the Compound Eyes Civilization's fleet in the Milky Way?

Will the Compound Eyes Civilization's home planet in the Virgo Local Group send out a new, larger and more advanced fleet?

What will be the next move of the super civilization that created the solar dome and the electron black hole?

How did we fight this battle?

How did we win?

Or did we actually lose?

Was it just that the energy that supports my time travel was exhausted?

...

Ten thousand questions that have been worrying him all the time, but will only make things worse, popped up in his mind one after another.

These seemingly simple issues, which are related to the life and death of hundreds of billions of people and the survival of the entire civilization, constantly impact his mind.

Gradually, Chen Feng's face turned pale, and he held his head with his hands, feeling extremely annoyed and terrified.

He had long been worried that there would be such a day.

That is, he would suddenly lose the ability to travel through time and space, and then he would not know what would happen next, and could only leave the future to fate.

Yes, he has already arranged how to go about his life, and he also has inexhaustible wealth potential. In 20 or 30 years at the latest, he is destined to become the world's richest man, a leader in science and art admired by all, and this time he may even become an invisible boss in the political arena.

But does it make sense?

Who is not a cup of yellow earth after all?

What I want is not the present, but the future!

Bastard, why did you give up on me?

Give me a few more chances, maybe I will succeed!

I know that traveling through time and space is equivalent to copying the universe, and the energy consumption is very large, beyond my imagination, so can I lower my requirements?

Give me another chance, even just one!

Don't give up on us just because of a disagreement!

Human beings... have really tried very hard!

This is not fair!

Unconsciously, Chen Feng clenched his fists and his eyes were red.

Emotions told him that he couldn't give up and admit defeat, but reason told him that it was impossible.

He hadn't done enough, far from enough.

This time, humans may not even be able to completely complete the planting of battleships, let alone find a way to crack the prism grid connection, energy field shield and super-strong material.

Still, he will definitely lose the war.

What to do?

But there is another reason telling him.

Give up, that will be a thousand years later.

By then, his tombstone will have turned yellow and weathered, and he will have died and it will all be over.

Even if mankind is extinct, what does it have to do with me?

But he couldn't help but think of names.

Tang Tianxin, Lin Bu, Ding Hu, Ou Qinglan, Dong Shan, Ouyang Zhenghua, Xie Ergei, Lai Wenming...

These people have tied his heart and future together, and they are inseparable.

He is no longer a pure 21st century person. He will be more desperate, more panic, more nervous and self-blaming than any of the subjects in the Oxford professor's questionnaire survey.

Others' doomsday is hypothetical, but his doomsday is real.

He couldn't remain indifferent, so he felt pain.

He always thought that so many people, generation after generation, struggled and worked hard, but in the end they still had to face the end of their lives. Everyone

will die, everyone will die, and everyone will be ruthlessly wiped out of all traces of their existence.

We have tried so hard.

But our enemies are too strong, and there are even stronger and unimaginable forces behind the enemies.

I...what should I do?

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I let everyone down.

This time...I failed to travel through time!

Sometimes it is a great sorrow that the memory is too good and cannot be forgotten.

The nature of the so-called forgetfulness needs no further elaboration, but forgetfulness is not only the loss of certain memories, but also a kind of self-protection ability of human beings.

The things that are most easily forgotten, the most unstable quantum spiral structure in the human brain, are the things that bring pain to people.

Under the subtle impact of emotional needs, these painful quantum spirals that make up memories will continue to be impacted and collapse at a faster rate.

But in the process of Chen Feng's genetic awakening, his memory is getting stronger and stronger, and his talent for forgetfulness is gradually getting weaker and weaker.

He will remember good things, and he will also remember painful feelings.

Chen Feng can clearly sense that as the genetic awakening continues to increase, in addition to physical changes, the human brain's memory, logical analysis ability, and thinking sharpness are continuously improving, and his ability to perceive pain and happiness is also continuously improving.

However, pain is always more profound in memory. When most people recall their childhood, what comes to mind most are those sad and angry scenes.

Happy memories are always particularly short and subtle.

Therefore, as memory improves, the emotional impact caused by pain will become stronger and stronger.

In order to face this increasingly intense emotional impact, humans' need for willpower is also rising invisibly.

Willpower is a very mysterious thing.

Will often changes with people's insights, knowledge, and experiences, and is also based on the current worldview and the historical sediment passed down by the entire civilization.

Chen Feng gradually understood one thing.

No wonder the awakening of human genes in the 21st century can only reach 25%.

This is clearly a biological self-protection instinct.

Humans are not worthy of such an ability when they can't bear the weight.

A weak population that has too strong thinking ability in advance does not necessarily bring a better future.

It is more likely that a large-scale psychological collapse will occur in the population, leading to the collapse of civilization.

If there is a second "native" of the 21st century who has the same awakening and thinking ability as him, let alone achieving anything, the pain stored in his heart by his super memory will probably cause his mind to collapse instantly and turn him into a madman.

Chen Feng was able to hold on because he went to the future many times and grew up slowly, or maybe he himself has some natural talent in tolerance.

But even people with strong willpower need time to eliminate negative emotions. It is impossible to deceive yourself and say that I am fine and then it will really be fine.

At this time, Chen Feng could no longer control his emotions. He suddenly held his head with both hands and kept rubbing his hair.

He was in an indescribable loss and sadness.

He took out the notebook that he had filled with the "Five Hundred Years Plan" and looked at his penetrating handwriting.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, his mind torn between inner and outer thoughts. He kept deducing and calculating, trying to deceive himself into a conclusion. He wanted to deceive himself. He wanted to tell himself that as long as he strictly implemented the "Five Hundred Years Plan", he would succeed.

However, after a long time, he suddenly threw the notebook forward.

Bang!

The thick notebook hit the large-screen TV in front of him.

Chen Feng looked up at the sky, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

Impossible, I'm doomed to fail.

I can't deceive myself.

It's all my fault. If I had worked harder and tried harder, maybe I would have succeeded?

I haven't done enough.

I... I'm a sinner!

His eyes were filled with tears and he felt an indescribable grief.

He could not help imagining the scene of human defeat and extinction a thousand years from now.

At this moment, the bedroom door was opened and Zhong Lei, wearing men's pajamas, walked in.

She did not see Chen Feng for the time being, but lowered her head and muttered something.

Then she looked up and saw Chen Feng, who looked as pale as death and had epilepsy. She was startled and rushed over, "What's wrong with you?"

Chen Feng's dead fish eyes slowly turned to Zhong Lei's face.

Seeing her concerned look, Chen Feng's eyes gradually regained some vitality.

He took a deep breath and said slowly in a sad tone that others could not understand: "Zhong Lei, I failed. I failed to travel through time. I didn't go. I lost the ability to travel through time and space to change the future. I... We are doomed. In a thousand years, mankind will no longer exist."

Looking at Chen Feng's rare and extremely defeated look, Zhong Lei was stunned for a long time.

Then she slowly sat down on the bed, took Chen Feng's hand, and gently stroked his palm with her fingertips, "Didn't we think about this matter thoroughly yesterday?"

"Huh?"

"Are you being too picky? We are the ones who were left behind! The future you is still waiting for us to create a better present for him! How can you be sure that it was you who lost the ability to travel through time, and not us who were left behind? Do you have evidence? Why don't you think about the bright side of things that cannot be proved without evidence? What are you thinking about?"

Chen Feng was shocked and stunned.

The two stared at each other for a full five minutes.

He shook his head awkwardly, "Yeah. Is it possible?"

Zhong Lei patted his head, "Not possible, but definitely so, we must believe this, we must tell ourselves this!"

"Ha...hahahaha...right, right, right."

Chen Feng suddenly realized something.

No wonder in the previous timeline, every time after the time travel, he would have a period of dormancy, rarely showing up, not interacting with people, and even not doing anything, looking like a lazy fish.

At that time, he really didn't take it seriously and didn't think it was a big problem.

Every time he flipped through history books in the past, the era spanned by his perspective was as long as a thousand years, and even his "short" life in the past was hundreds of years.

In such a long time span, a mere one or two months of window period is really insignificant.

Looking back from the perspective of historical data, even though Chen Feng himself did not show up during this period, he was still behind the scenes in manipulating the changes and advancement of the original plan. Therefore, if you don't think about it carefully, you won't be able to figure out the clues.

Now Chen Feng understands.

In fact, this period was his low period.

This kind of pain and panic would happen every time.

He had to complete the psychological construction and tell himself that there was this possibility, so that he could adjust and return to work.

If Zhong Lei was not around today, Chen Feng felt that given his personality, he would probably still choose to hide, and then gradually recover, slowly walk out of the dead end, through constant self-encouragement and mental suggestion, choose to paralyze himself, and believe in the second better possibility, so that he can fight for the rest of his life along the established policy with great willpower.

This process is easy to say, but how many negative emotions, how many psychological twists and turns, how many times he struggled in the quagmire of despair, Chen Feng can only guess and imagine, it is really hard to describe.

He suddenly grinned and held Zhong Lei's hand, "Luckily you are here this time."

Zhong Lei: "Yeah. It should be."

"It's great to have you."

After a moment of silence, Zhong Lei suddenly smiled, "But from now on, the two of us are destined to disappear, fake people."

Chen Feng was stunned, then laughed, "Ha, okay, but that doesn't matter."

"Yes, it doesn't matter. What matters is how much civilizational wealth we two fake people can leave for the future and the future truth."

"Well, cheer up and work."

Chen Feng chatted with Zhong Lei for a while, and then they had breakfast together, and then drove her to Mason College in person.

Yes, Zhong Lei lied last night.

She didn't ask for leave.

Chen Feng watched Zhong Lei walk into the gate of Mason College.

She turned her head when she was about to turn the corner and walk into the corridor.

The two waved to each other from a distance.

Chen Feng turned around, got in the car, and prepared to drive away.

Zhong Lei called him again.

"Actually, I conceived a new song this morning. I won't go to class today. I'll work out the lyrics and basic melody first."

"What song?"

"Happiness to the Nth Power."

"Eh, what a cheesy song title."

"Happiness is a very cheesy thing, the daily necessities of life."

Chen Feng smiled, "But I believe this song will be very special."

"Of course. By the way, I recently learned yodeling. I'll let you listen to it next time."

"Ah? Are you going to sing it into the song?"

"No."

"Then when can I hear it?"

"Guess."

Then Zhong Lei hung up the phone.

Chen Feng scratched his head for a moment, but then smiled foolishly and continued to drive forward.

Life must go on, and the future is still unknown.

Everyone has to fight on their own path.

Chen Feng was going to the North American branch's headquarters.

He thought of Fatty Ou again.

Fatty must be busy looking at reports and familiarizing himself with the business.

When he arrived yesterday, Fatty had already signed up for the MBA program at the University of California, Berkeley.

In fact, Fatty already has an MBA certificate, but he plans to study again to make up for the mistakes he made when he was just idling around.

Recently, Fatty has developed a bad mouth.

"Master, I will never let you down, nor will I let my father, my wife, and my children down!"

Chen Feng didn't like the fat man's cliché.

He had a different opinion.

The fat man's words reminded him of the mind cocoon in the 31st century in the

previous timeline. Chen Feng also reflected that there was a biggest problem in the outlook on life of people in the previous timeline.

At that time, people struggled and worked hard not for themselves, but to get recognition from others.

This "other" includes a wide range, including family, relatives, friends, teachers, colleagues, anyone in the whole society, and the ancients who "know about it in the afterlife."

Take the Galaxy Rangers as an example. When most people become Galaxy Rangers, they think about bringing honor to their families and improving their social status in the community.

He felt particularly deeply when he returned to the capital of Shu. His family and relatives had all kinds of expectations and praise for him, and were proud of his achievements.

At the same time, some other family members were always eager to get his recognition, but the family friendship was very weak. Everyone was still busy, trying their best to do their own things, and they also said that they would never let down this top warrior.

Time continues to go back. Since 2500, the core belief supporting the world has become not to let the efforts of the sage Chen Feng go to waste, and not to let the predecessors and martyrs down.

On the surface, this is a good habit and a shortcut to gain a firm will, but taking shortcuts will inevitably come at a price.

The price is that the descendants have artificially constructed a cocoon of thinking.

Chen Feng now thinks that this is all wrong.

People's belief support should not be based on the recognition of others.

The essence of this outlook on life is vanity, which is also a component of the core framework of the mind cocoon.

People's motivation for struggle should be based more on self-drive.

Belief should be self-realization of life value.

Endogenous motivation is stronger, more lasting and stable than exogenous motivation.