Su Mingan sat at a table full of exquisite desserts, with his eyes lowered and silent.
In front of him was a laptop computer, filled with eulogies.
"People will write eulogies on the Internet, and I can see them," the spirit said. "If the oracle is published in one second, it will reach thousands of households."
Su Mingan sighed.
As time goes by, a certain god in Yunshang City still needs to use stone tablets to deliver oracles, but this god only needs to use the Internet.
"Have you heard a story?" Su Mingan straightened his expression.
"I am happy to listen," said the spirit.
"A long time ago, a civilization came to an end. Powerful invaders descended upon this civilization. The invaders used technology to suppress and profit to lure the people of this civilization to kill each other." Su Mingan said: "At the critical moment, one person stood up and asked eight companions to protect the world with him."
The god's eyes showed a clear fluctuation: "And then? Did they succeed?"
He picked up a strawberry with a fork and handed it to Su Mingan's mouth, but Su Mingan slapped the strawberry away.
Su Mingan said: "No, they failed."
There was a look of surprise in the eyes of the god: "I thought you would tell me a success story."
Su Mingan said: "I haven't finished yet."
"Later, that man built an ark. He sent all his companions on the ark and asked them to set sail with the memories of the end of civilization, into the depths of the universe, in search of a new home."
"He knew that even if he sent an ark, he would only send away the embers of civilization. But at least the fire was still preserved."
"At least there are still people on the Ark. They will become civilized strangers. They will cry when they miss home and laugh when they look forward to the future. They will also... sing, draw, and record texts. They have not yet become words on the screen or tombstones in the minds of invaders."
"Later, civilization was destroyed."
"If the spacecraft wants to find the next planet that can survive, it will take a very long time, thousands of years. So the people on the spacecraft sleep in the hibernation cabin, repeatedly thinking about the past civilization, nostalgic and attached to it."
"In their dreams, they returned to the civilization that had not yet been destroyed. They laughed in the spring, fished by the lake, made hats out of straw, made wreaths out of flowers, and hung knots representing blessings on their wrists, leaving behind an entire city of spring."
"When they woke up occasionally, they felt lost. Facing the vast, dangerous, lonely and lifeless universe outside the window, and the cold spacecraft with only single-digit lives, they would hug each other and give each other the remaining warmth."
"Civilization is gone. But people are still here. Maybe one day, they will be able to find a new home. Only then can they truly wake up."
The spirit was silent for a moment. When he heard "civilization is gone", his eyes made Su Mingan feel that the spirit was about to cry. But this feeling quickly dissipated.
His voice cracked. “I love this story. It gives me hope.”
Su Mingan: "I don't like this story. It makes me feel desperate."
The contrast in tone between the two was extremely sharp, and there was an unbreakable barrier between them.
Spirit: "Whose story is this, and which part of your journey is this?"
Su Mingan: "It's no one. It's a story I tell you only. It's a story that belongs only to you."
There was a strange color in the god's eyes, and his pupils trembled slightly. He should have felt interesting, but he didn't. All he could sense was the faint sadness in Su Mingan's tone. He rarely understood human emotions. In his eyes, under the impetuousness of the Internet and the suppression of social involution, humans have become more and more silent, hypocritical, selfish, narrow-minded, and contented with living in a corner without any resistance. Apart from a stable job and a house for marriage, he doesn't care about anything else.
The spirit said, "Your story makes me happy, so I will give you a second choice. As long as you become my archangel, I can postpone the opening of the first tower for one day. Let you freely investigate everything about this world. We can make a bet to prove it, how about it?"
Su Mingan was stunned.
He heard incredible things.
Originally, the gods did not give him anything, but forced him to become an archangel, which made Su Mingan very disgusted. But now the gods have learned their lesson and actually know how to give him benefits.
What he fears most is not death, but lack of information.
His time and energy are limited, which means he can only focus on one plot line. If he chooses to investigate the Ark Project, he will not have time to investigate the Inaya City. If he is given a full day to investigate, he can solve many mysteries.
“…”
Su Mingan hesitated.
Normally, he would have agreed directly. But this time was different. The gods had previously shown him how to forbid suicide, and he was worried that there was no chance to turn back. Just like the red rose in the seventh world, he was almost trapped in Yunshang City forever.
He was literally walking on a tightrope.
"Su Mingan, what are you worried about?" Changge's clear voice sounded in his mind.
Su Mingan thought of this buddy. This buddy was usually very quiet and sensible.
"Su Ming'an, you can promise Him." Changge said, "If you are afraid of being controlled by Him after becoming an archangel, I can help you... commit suicide."
Su Mingan had a stern face.
...Suicide? What is Changge talking about?
Changge said: "I am an independent player. At the critical moment, I can help you commit suicide, and then you can transfer to the clone."
Su Mingan was silent.
What Changge said made sense, but Su Mingan did not agree. First of all, he did not trust Changge.
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