There was a silent picture on TV.

The camera was filmed from outer space.

In the dark and vast background of space, the stars were shining.

In the distance of the camera, dense pyramidal objects were floating quietly. The scene was both spectacular and weird.

Chen Feng, who had been in the army for two months, recognized these pyramidal objects.

It was the star fleet that the world government was proud of, representing the highest level of human technology at present, and claiming to open the chapter of the next era.

It had thousands of large motherships, tens of thousands of frigates, and nearly 100,000 small and medium-sized combat ships.

Next to the fleet, there were several large space stations that were intensively producing colony ships that were said to have a passenger capacity of 200,000 people.

Nearly 100 colony ships have been built. Once the life freezing technology has passed the final reliability verification and achieved a breakthrough, 20 million people will enter the colony ships and officially take the farthest step into space.

Such a huge fleet stacked together looks spectacular.

Suddenly, against the background of the universe, a beam of light suddenly appeared in the fleet.

Immediately afterwards, dots of light flashed one after another in space, one after another, almost illuminating the dark universe.

This is an explosion. In a very short period of time, these more than 100,000 warships exploded together.

In the blink of an eye, these more than 100,000 spaceships all turned into dazzling fireworks and completely dissipated in space.

The picture on the TV is so beautiful that it makes people despair.

In the fleet, tens of millions of people lost their lives in an instant.

The military force that mankind was most proud of so far disappeared in an instant.

A narration appeared on the TV.

"This is the scene from five minutes ago. Our star fleet has been completely destroyed."

The narration's voice was very calm, but it revealed a sense of sadness and despair.

Chen Feng knew who the owner of this voice was.

When he was still in the army, he often heard the owner of this voice speaking on TV.

This is the current leader of the World Government.

As soon as the voice fell on TV, a huge round, disc-shaped black shadow appeared in the camera at an extremely fast speed from far to near.

The flying speed of the black shadow was incredibly fast, but there was no medium used for propulsion sprayed out behind its flight path, indicating that the black shadow's propulsion method was different from all energy technologies mastered by humans.

This was exactly the object suspended in the air that Chen Feng saw last time.

After breaking through the debris zone composed of the wreckage of the star fleet, the black shadow suddenly stopped in space.

The instantaneous transformation of a huge object from extreme movement to extreme stillness completely violated the law of inertia, which made Chen Feng feel extremely violated and uncomfortable, like a cat scratching the glass beside his ear, making him dizzy and nauseous.

Immediately afterwards, the TV screen disappeared, leaving only darkness, but the previous commentary voice did not stop.

The owner of the voice continued in an indescribable tone: "I'm sorry. We lost the war. We prepared for this day for five hundred years, but we still lost. We couldn't even... put up a little resistance. I'm sorry..."

The voice gradually faded away.

Four words suddenly appeared on the TV: "Signal Interrupted."

It turned out that these people knew from the beginning that this day would come.

The star fleet, the military system, and other such systems were all preparations for today.

It's just that the gap in strength between the enemy and us is too great, just like no matter how solid the ant's nest is, it is futile in the face of a world-destroying flood.

This is not even a mantis arm blocking the car.

As he was feeling emotional, Chen Feng's nose suddenly felt a little itchy. He rubbed it subconsciously, then put his hand down and took a look. The back of his hand was covered with sticky red blood. He didn't know when it flowed out.

Hmm, that damn thing should have entered the atmosphere, right?

Exactly the same as last time.

The TV exploded without warning, and the lights suddenly dimmed.

Chen Feng's vision turned white again, and the familiar yet unfamiliar tearing pain surged from all parts of his body again.

Having had this experience once, he was mentally prepared, but he still couldn't resist this pain from the soul.

He slowly fell to the ground.

Before he died, he only cursed vaguely in his heart.

I knew it would be like this, and there was no point hiding underground.

...

Open your eyes.

It was almost dawn again.

Chen Feng lay quietly on the bed, stroking the quilt with his fingers. When the pain subsided and his mind became free, he memorized the melodies of "Boring" and "It's Late at Night" twice in his mind.

He then sat up slowly, hugged his knees with his hands, and had a lot of thoughts. He felt inexplicably melancholy in his heart.

The first time he had a dream, he died too suddenly and had no idea what happened, so he didn't feel anything.

This time he knew some of the causes and consequences, and was shocked that mankind would really die out in a thousand years, and his emotions fluctuated a little more.

But in fact, he had no intersection with that world, and there was nothing that could not be given up, so he always felt a sense of separation from the world a thousand years later.

Until now, he was not 100% sure whether it was reality or an exceptionally real dream, because no matter it was a dream or reality, there were many unreasonable aspects.

But he could not help but feel sorry for the destruction of the entire human civilization.

This was too sad. The entire civilization worked together for five hundred years, but in the end it was still destroyed in the blink of an eye.

In the vast universe, human beings are too humble and insignificant.

This is a feeling that is difficult to describe, with a sense of pity, a sense of powerlessness, and a bit of regret and loss.

It took Chen Feng a long time to get out of this complicated emotion.

He laughed at himself and thought, even if it was true, so what?

Even if mankind really died out a thousand years later, so what?

What does it have to do with me?

Whether it is now or a thousand years later, I am just an insignificant ordinary person.

What can I change?

What can I care about?

I have already tried my best to take care of myself.

Chen Feng jumped out of bed and subconsciously said, "Xiao Wei, make me a cup..."

Forget it, why make the same mistake again.

Chen Feng shrugged, made his own breakfast, put a cup of hot milk and two buns in the microwave, and pressed the button.

With a creaking sound, a light crisp sound came from the microwave.

The ceiling light in the kitchen went out and the power tripped.

White smoke rose from behind the microwave and a burning smell filled the kitchen.

The microwave burned out.

He hadn't used the microwave for a year and he was a little absent-minded, forgetting that he couldn't put metal objects in it.

What bad luck, at least one or two hundred dollars was gone.

Chen Feng muttered to himself and went to the bathroom to wash up.

While pouring water into the mouthwash cup, he glanced at the mirror out of the corner of his eye and saw his slightly pale face in the mirror, and was stunned for a moment.

He remembered very clearly that his skin color was not like this before.

Although the apartment housekeeper is not a high-intensity job outdoors, he still walks around outside frequently.

Chen Feng's original physique was not too strong, but he was not thin either, and his skin color was also standard, neither yellow nor white.

But the face in the mirror was morbidly pale, and it was obvious that he had not been out for too long, and lacked exercise and sunlight exposure, resulting in a serious sub-health state.

Chen Feng was puzzled.

I just slept for one night, what happened?

Could it be that the physical changes in my dream were inherited outside?

This time he hardly went out in his dream.

Anyway, Xiaowei would prepare everything, and he also knew that he would die sooner or later, so it didn't matter whether he exercised or not.

So after two or three months in the dream, his health condition and skin color had indeed become like this.

Considering that there was no difference before and after waking up last time, he thought it would be the same this time, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Now he knows the reason.

Last time when he was a low-income household, although he was also addicted to pleasure, he did not lock himself in the room as a otaku, but went out from time to time to play ball and run with others.

After all, he was still thinking about the beautiful girls among other low-income households last time, and he also maintained proper exercise, so the change in skin color before and after was not obvious.

But this time, he was a reserve soldier for two months and got a little better, but then he was forced to stay at home for ten months. He was still the kind of otaku who never saw the sun, and he got sick from staying at home.

Chen Feng rubbed his face and clenched his fists. He felt a little weak.

Forget it, I'll pay more attention next time and resume my running habit this month.

However, I should copy songs before that.

Chen Feng took a day off and locked himself in his room all day, not even going to eat lunch. He wrote the complete arrangements of two songs bit by bit by hand.

Now he has not mastered the skills of digital arrangement, so he can only complete it by hand.

Although it was a bit hard, looking at the notebook filled with music scores, Chen Feng's heart was more fulfilled than ever before.

The sun was setting outside the window, and the light of the setting sun shone through the window, shining on the black leather cover of the notebook, reflecting a hazy glow.

Chen Feng gently stroked the cover, his heart full of anticipation.

Regardless of whether I can realize this dream in the future or not, and whether I can copy more songs, as long as I can make good use of these two songs, my fate will be different, right?

What should I do with my first pot of gold?

How much can I earn from this first pot of gold?