At 20:00 on February 7, 827, the world broadcast was activated, and a gentle male voice was heard from all over the world. Hearing this voice, people all stopped where they were.
"Everyone, it's been a long time... No, it should be said..." The voice contained some smile:
"Nice to meet you."
"I am the old god... Su Ming'an. This is a final battle speech."
"In a timeline that you haven't noticed yet, we have met, gotten along with, worked together, even fought side by side, or been enemies with each other."
"I will remember your sacrifices and contributions as a tombstone. Even if 'you' have never been preserved in the real timeline, even if 'you' have already become nothingness."
In the City Guardian Department, the cloaked man raised his chin slightly and straightened the portraits of Su Shize and Tang. The stone tablet in the backyard was engraved with the words "IN YOUR EYES", and flowers were blooming.
"If I were one of you, if I was also divided into countless 'possibilities', maybe I would be one of the top 100 up-loaders, maybe I would be an ordinary college student, maybe I would be gray-haired until I grow old. During this period, there will be thousands of possibilities that will bloom into flowers in us, and thousands of futures will open and unfold in us. What determines our future... is never just the outside, but 'ourselves'."
In the Central Research Institute, Xiao Li was cleaning the dusty room. In the corner, a violin and a piano were leaning against each other crookedly, with the names [LIXIAN SU] and [YUZI LIN] engraved on them.
"I once met a young man. In one possibility, he fell to the bottom of the lake. In another possibility, he perished in the underworld. But perhaps there is a happier possibility... He is still living happily and will become a useful person in the future."
Su Wensheng buried his head in writing, the college entrance examination sprint paper on the table was filled with answers, and the campus orange boy was taking a nap outside the window.
"I also met a girl who was in great pain thousands of years ago. She even locked herself in a room and was on the verge of collapse. But now, I also see that she is extremely happy. She has a bright future and a good life."
Su Luoluo, who was busy editing the video, raised her head. The boxes of antidepressants and rose blood on the table had not been touched for a long time. She looked out the window with her chin in her hand, and she never saw the colorful angel dancing when she was sick again.
At this time, the Lord God seemed to chuckle.
"…In this world of cause and effect where it is difficult to distinguish the past from the present, every action we take could be the [cause] that opens everything up, or the [result] that ends the past and the future. Every direction we head towards could be our brand new [future], or it could be the [final outcome] that has been repeated countless times."
"Cause and effect go hand in hand. A single thought of good or evil can be as vast as the sea or as mulberry fields as the earth."
"Your 'possibilities' may be based on your own death, your own sacrifice in a certain timeline, or the painful corpses of countless others - you are 'one', and you are 'ten thousand'."
“Project, map, overlay, interlace, pluck, converge.”
"——Perhaps, you are the Jesus who saved [yourself], but also the one who swung the knife at [yourself]."
"——Perhaps, you are a doctor who has devoted your whole life to curing illnesses and saving lives in the past, and you are also a patient in the future who receives the medicine developed by your past self."
"——Perhaps, you are one of the millions of lives that are alive and well in this era, or you are one of the millions of corpses that are piled high in other timelines."
“No matter how long you have been sailing and drifting in the Age of Ten Thousand Daos, no matter whether you have set sail or returned home, we have finally stumbled to the end.”
"I have waited for you on this lonely island, holding a torch that burns ever."
"On February 7, 827, the YMS (United Government) declared an emergency wartime mode, prohibiting night travel and cross-border travel. The oxygen circulation system and ecosystem from the World Society were adopted, and everyone was prohibited from approaching the black fog."
"Ten million copies of the Rule Book have been printed so far and distributed to every household. Please make sure everyone reads the contents of the book carefully to avoid triggering the instant death rule. From now on, the instant death rule will no longer be the number one crisis that takes our lives."
"The five major Dream Patrol games have been completed. The efforts that humans can make have reached the extreme. Thank you to all the Dream Patrol members, all the entertainment anchors, and all the logistics staff who have worked hard in the Dream Patrol... Next, please continue to work hard to ensure that more Dream Patrol Spirit Points are born."
"Currently, the black fog has covered 86%. The military's ten major legions have been stationed at the forefront of the black fog, not seeking to disperse it, but only to maintain stability."
Having said this, the god paused for a moment.
Wang Mingming and Han Han, who were sweeping the grave of their family, looked up at the beautiful starry sky.
The god's voice was so gentle that it made them feel like crying.
He said something that shocked and excited everyone:
"It is worth mentioning that... due to the arrival of the decisive battle point, the gods no longer need to cover up history. I will fulfill my promise and unseal the planetarium, unseal the art museum... unseal music, drama, literature and art. Unseal everything that should be unsealed and release everything that should be free. After you have overcome the crisis... you can become free painters, musicians, writers, astronomers... whatever is fine."
"The starry sky is indeed beautiful, and the singing is moving."
"If the Ark successfully reaches the other side... let's go and see it together."
The planetarium star medal in front of the tomb is shining with golden light.
Wang Mingming suddenly knelt down, hugged the tombstone, and cried bitterly. Han Han patted his back, silently comforting him.
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