Chapter 172 Survival
What to choose?
That's a really good question.
Try to put yourself into the author's shoes and look at "The Spectre" from a bystander's perspective. It is more in line with comics to let time continue to flow.
But if it is clear that this is a real world, and even that everything can be controlled by non-human spirits, then the system will sincerely feel that it would be more appropriate to jump directly to the node of time.
After all, ghosts never play by the rules.
After it roughly expressed its thoughts, the spirit told it: "But no matter which way you push the plot forward, it will not seem so perfect."
The alien spirit pressed its finger hard at the temple, and the skin there was pressed into a dent, which looked a little scary.
The inhuman creature shook his head out of inertia and said, "The total points currently earned are 72 million, which is still a long way from the goal of 100 million."
"Also, you must remember that when the second part began, the title was decided on as 飘零."
[But what does that mean? He Jingtong is already dead. This is tragic enough for the entire setting of "Alien", and it also reflects the title.]
The system said: [As a spirit, you are powerful enough and clear-minded enough. The inhuman madness makes you unrestricted by any rules, which also means that the misery associated with drifting away will never befall you.]
[If I were the creator, I would not know how to make up for the current situation and use the word "Piao Ling" throughout the whole work.]
"Is this a situation where your program can't produce the desired result?"
The alien is not a human, but he is the most human-like. He is curious, can tease the system, and can also give answers.
When the system said: […In the data module related to people, there are a million possibilities for the future of each person, not to mention that there are so many people in "Alien",] the alien replied to the question.
"Okay, that's enough of the nonsense."
"The real future is extremely simple. Just let them..." The alien spirit looked at the projection screen where the playback screen was paused, "Continue."
"I'm not involved, at least for now," he said with a smile.
The alien pointed to the ground beneath his feet, looking as if he had no intention of leaving the system space.
"From a human perspective, even if people know that they are doomed to disappear in the future and the Ark will fall, they will still choose to resist."
In the picture, Xi Hongjing, who was emotionally broken, made movements on the hospital bed as if jumping off a cliff, and then she let herself fall to the ground.
She was very close to the ground, and her fall was too abrupt, but during this period, no matter if it was the people in the ward or the non-human in the system space, anyone could see her hand still stretched upward.
The spirit in the system space commented from the perspective of narration: "There is no such thing as complete despair. From the beginning to the end, all her words were to block her own spark-like desire for help."
The scene continues.
When Xi Hongjing fell downwards and stretched out her hands, Cheng Chujie quickly grabbed her.
The fact that the Spiritual Master Prison had completely disappeared did not break Cheng Chuzhe. Even if such a bleak future was spoken of by one of the strongest men in the world, Cheng Chuzhe would not despair.
"After all this talk, you chose to reach out. Aren't you still unwilling to give up?"
"I accept death, but I will have the ability to choose how to die before I die. Nothing is so absolute yet."
"It's enough to act once in a while, and it's okay to suffer for a while. Which adult isn't prepared to survive today even if the world is going to explode tomorrow?"
Xi Hongjing lay in Cheng Chuzhe's arms. She looked at her heavy brows and eyes covered with dark circles, and suddenly burst into laughter.
The slightly crazy laughter was fleeting. She immediately transformed herself into the best opera actor, using her face-changing skills to the utmost. The crazy behavior was fleeting, and calmness and iron-bloodedness were instantly displayed on her face.
Xi Hongjing supported Cheng Chuzhe and stood up little by little. Her messy hair hung down beside her ears, which she tucked back behind them roughly.
After making sure she was standing firm, she said, "I originally thought that no one would accept such a future. I also felt that if you really agreed with everything I said before, then there was no need for me to make any more ineffective resistance."
"One person's efforts are too hopeless." Xi Hongjing saw far more than ordinary people imagined. "I can't become a saint. I will only fall with the fallen."
"But as long as there is one person who sticks with me, I feel that even if there is no future at all, I can accept it and keep going." Xi Hongjing analyzed her own thoughts.
She really wanted to fall, but she also really stood up.
Xi Hongjing stared into Cheng Chuzhe's eyes with a sharp look, full of desperation.
"It doesn't matter even if all humans become spirits. At least before all humans become spirits, we must leave some traces of human civilization."
Cheng Chuzhe looked back at her, his eyes clear as ever, and said word by word: "If resisting fate is everyone's fate, then there is nothing wrong with obeying this fate."
Dark clouds gathered outside the hospital. Gusts of wind blew in through the half-open window, causing the curtains to sway constantly and shadows to intertwine with the thin light of the rainy day.
The rain was falling heavily, and the white noise and the sound of breathing filled my ears.
But what is more obvious is the lights that are lit one after another in the dim light in this bad weather.
The rain gathered into pools, reflecting countless lights.
The aliens in the space are still telling the system: "Aliens" depicts aliens, but more often, they depict humans."
"The protagonist is He Jingtong, the alien spirit, and everyone present." The alien spirit deliberately focuses on the author Jing.
Two seconds later, the spirit slowly looked away again: "A long time ago, a certain author once said that relying solely on the tragic setting of beauty and misery is doomed to fail to gain enough popularity in another world."
"In the community of human destiny, when the future of the group is heading towards the same bad ending, those who hope that everything will end will cheer, while those who choose to resist everything will resist regardless of the consequences."
[…But this will only make you look like some ultimate villain.] The system felt heavy in its heart.
"Am I not?" The alien looked at the system in surprise.
"I am a spirit. I ate Qi Yuan, an uncontrollable spirit with its own self. I killed He Wanjin and He Yunian. I even let them destroy the entire He family..."
"I also want to make everyone in this world become a spirit. If this is not the devil, then what is it?"
The spirit's tone carried a hint of warning: "Don't look at me through any filters."
The so-called self is the essential thing after abandoning all human nature, and no longer looking at everything from a specific perspective.
"What you should be more concerned about is that Xi Hongjing and Cheng Chuzhe are teaming up with Liu Shuyu and Cui Tong to officially put me, a special existence that threatens the human race, in front of the public."
The alien pointed to everything displayed in the multi-view function.
Everything happened so fast.
Just when the multi-view function aimed the camera at a passerby, that person just stared at the big screen in a daze.
After the voice on the screen explained everything, the passerby said in disbelief: "Even if I was expecting an asteroid to hit the earth and end humanity a while ago, it doesn't mean that I can really accept that I will become a mutant tomorrow..."
"I read all kinds of official popular science and listened to all kinds of gossip last month, and finally figured out what the supernatural beings are. But today I was informed that there is a supernatural being that can control time and wants to destroy humanity..."
“Is this world really alright?”
But another passerby said, "But there are billions of people in the world. Except for those who are in extreme emotions and voluntarily change, other people who can control their emotions, even if they want to change, they will probably only change into spirits when they are stabbed, right?"
"There are billions of people in the world. Even if the spirit that can control time kills one person per second, it will take more than 200 years to kill them all."
"...Keep living with this thought in mind. At least it will make me feel that you have no chance of becoming a mutant. You must be one of the 20% of humans who will not become a mutant."
The comics generated by the interception do not give much perspective to passers-by. The ending scene of Chapter 22 is frozen on the joint meeting scene of ordinary people and spiritualists.
As Schrödinger watched the comics being compiled into a book again, two hours had passed since the new chapter of the comics was released.
The new posts on the forum were quickly filled with terms such as "The Glory of Humanity".
Occasionally, there are posts that address women as wives.
Some discussion posts related to philosophy flashed by and were submerged in the next second.
[Even if the world is destroyed and the human race perishes, the light of humanity will not disappear.]
[If the sun doesn’t give me face, I will turn on the light myself. ]
[Human hearts are so ugly that in "Occult Spirits" eight out of ten people will become evil spirits, but human hearts are so beautiful that even if they know there is only a dead end ahead, they will still move forward without looking back.]
…
As the discussion of the two-dimensional comics gradually increased, "Alien" once again rose to the top of the list after its ranking had declined due to various reasons.
The popularity value is also visibly rising on the system improvement interface. Each time the number changes, it is closer to the number that seemed incredible at first.
The unattainable goal was getting closer and closer, but there was no joy on the author Jing's face. Instead, there was a heavier and even silent attitude.
The alien spirit knew the reason but did not offer any comfort. He just lowered his eyes and said to himself, "After this meeting is over, they will try to find me."
"After all, passive defense is never as good as active offense when facing a disaster."
With a sighing voice
In the end, he became full of inhuman cruelty again: "In this period which is not the last but is also the last, I will do my job well."
The spirit sat up from the pearwood chair, and the empty teacup shone with the sheen of white porcelain.
Before he completely left the system space, he stared closely at the author Jing who was standing sideways with his back to him and said in an uncontrolled voice that was as common as the system's: "You'd better do the same."!