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Chapter 1259: "All Creatures Fall in the Apple (Part )"

If they had known each other before, it would be a huge pit and he didn't want to jump down at all.

"Hmm..." Her voice faded away.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, they arrived at a cave, which was relatively hidden, with green grass covering the entrance.

Xili had exhausted all her strength, and curled up into a large white ball, leaning against the corner of the cave. When Su Mingan walked over, she rolled him up in her white fur.

"You go to sleep, I don't want to sleep." Su Mingan leaned on her fur.

"Save your energy and wait for Xiaobai to leave," said Ashley.

"...She won't leave." Su Mingan said.

Even if the forest is burned down, Xiaobai will find him.

"Then I won't sleep either. If she comes looking for me, I'll take you away immediately." Ashley sat up, maintaining her animal form, with her tail wagging.

"It turns out that everyone in Luowasha can return to their original form, so can I also become a jellyfish?" Su Mingan suddenly had an idea: "Lü Shu will become a bat, Yamada will become a machine, Mizushima Kawase will become a glutton..."

"Well, returning to the original state is the strongest. But... the jellyfish is an exception. It has lost its limbs and may be weaker." said Ashley.

Su Mingan thought about it. Indeed. It would be better not to change into a jellyfish, leaving only a pool of softness.

They leaned quietly against the cave, waiting, when low singing began to sound.

Clear, long and slow, like a narrative poem before bed.

"What are you singing?" Su Mingan asked casually.

“A song I wrote before.”

"The previous generation of the Rin tribe had time to write songs?"

"I don't know... Before I became a Rin, I seemed to be someone else. I can't remember. But I did write a song like this. I still remember..."

She leaned over and spit out a red crystal ball, which contained a clean piece of paper:
"Someone once gave me this thing. He said he would come to get it next time. I don't remember who he was, but you look very familiar to me. Look at this thing. Could you be him?"

Her claws pierced the crystal ball and Su Mingan saw the contents of the paper.

It was just a casual question, but the moment he saw the paper, Su Mingan unexpectedly received a pleasant surprise.

This is... Twelve Stories.

……

[Twelve Stories, Part Two, "A Strawberry Shortcake in the Building of Modern Science"]

【——Science no longer exists. 】

[When they realized this, the entire Poincare Institute was shocked. They repeatedly calculated those once fixed values, those concise and exquisite formulas - but found that the measurement results were not the same once.]

[This means the collapse of the edifice of modern physics. Those papers and scientific research results that we were once proud of have become like snowflakes of waste paper. No matter how many generations of development there are, intelligent life can only repeat meaningless results and will never be able to reach the other side of the lofty truth.]

[This news quickly spread across the continent. Before people realized the disaster it would bring to civilization, they first felt auras.]

[With a snap. Like fire lighting fire, like the sun lighting the sun.]

【Simple, magical, romantic, and clear. 】

【This is the aura. 】

[People began to discover that some of the inspirations that flashed through their minds would suddenly become reality at some point. For example, the strawberry shortcake that they imagined yesterday afternoon suddenly appeared on their plate today, and the taste and appearance were consistent with their imagination.]

[“Ridiculous! How ridiculous! The modern physics edifice that humans have painstakingly built over tens of millions of years is not as good as a strawberry shortcake that suddenly appeared! Haha, hahahahahaha… I must be dead to see such a ridiculous paradise!” Dean Kyle, the leader of the manned space program, drank sobering soup like crazy. This respectable gentleman let the alcohol stain his bow tie, hoping to wake up from this ridiculous dream, but people who have never drunk alcohol know that this is not a dream.]

【People are beginning to and must realize that science no longer exists. 】

[Rigorous, realistic, precise, and objective modern science suddenly ceased to exist.]

[Some people with high spirituality began to use this spirituality. They found that for this fleeting spirituality, the most appropriate way was to record it with words or ink. 】

[They began to break away from the rut of the physics building, wielding their ink pens to record the flashes of inspiration that came to their minds again and again... More and more "strawberry shortcakes" appeared.]

[They may have many strawberries, the pastry may be crispy, or the filling may be sweet fruit... Every "strawberry pastry" is different, just like dead science. ]

[Following this, there were floating apples that did not rely on Newton's law of gravity, super-accelerated shot puts that did not conform to Galileo's laws, and mechanical perpetual motion machines that mocked Aristotle's wisdom... They appeared so abruptly, yet seemed so reasonable. With just a flick of the pen tip, something that violated a theorem that had existed for tens of millions of years was born.]

[On this day, tens of thousands of people lost their faith and fell from tall buildings, including the poor gentleman Dean Carr. I think he was looking for a world without drunkenness.]

[People are like ravens walking on the frozen Arctic Ocean. They have always relied on the signs brought by scientific data, followed the wisdom of their ancestors for thousands of years, and used data and papers to innovate the direction of their faces over and over again. Until the ice suddenly melted...they fell into the sea. And the long walk made them lose the strength to flap their wings. ]

[Some people floated up with spiritual light, gradually grew flesh and blood in wings, and returned to the sky. Some people sank and drowned holding on to the conservative scientific theorems, losing their dream of crossing the Arctic Ocean.]

[——Who killed the raven hovering over the tower? ]

[Is it the lost science, the inspiration, or the strawberry shortcake? ]

[When I wrote the first strawberry shortcake, I could feel its color, texture, and crispy crust. It looked so tempting. It was not bound by the "law of the eternity of matter" or "law of conservation of energy" required by modern science - it just appeared out of thin air. No butter or flour was needed, not even strawberries. ]

[People call people like us——[Creators].]

[It means that with just the tip of a pen, one can create all tiny things and even living people. ]

[Or perhaps it would be more appropriate to use another conservative and malicious term to refer to him - "those who overthrow the edifice of modern science and limit the future of civilization."]

【yes. 】

[As those who shouted themselves hoarse said——]

[“——If everything can be created with a ‘quill pen’ and all scientific laws can be changed with ‘ink’, what is the future of mankind?”]

[“——If people’s spiritual light can be transformed into reality and integrated into the laws of the entire world, and the iron laws of millions of years can be changed at will, how chaotic and false will the ‘palette’ of the world be?”]

[“——If everyone relies on the pen of the creator and the artificially modified ‘natural laws’, where are the objective and accurate scientific theorems?”]

[“——If the upper limit of civilization only exists in people’s abstract and scattered inspirations, and if we regard the flashes of inspiration of others as the foundation of truth for collective progress, how can civilization find its way back to the direction of collective spiral development?”]

[“Finally——When the ‘Strawberry Shortcake’ on the table disappears, how will the ‘Raven’ cross the already melted ‘Arctic Ocean’?”]

[Newton's three laws of cosmology, Hubble's law of cosmic expansion, Kepler's planetary laws, Heisenberg's uncertainty principle, general relativity... clear and beautiful theorems, as science dies, they gradually disappear from people's mouths. ]

[Instead, there are abstract and subjective concepts such as "Creator", "Feather Pen", "Rank Ink", "Book of the World", "Twelve Stories". ]

[It was as if a damn cold wave had come. When spring came and flowers bloomed, the world people saw was completely different. Billions of lives fell in panic.]

【I bit into the strawberry shortbread. 】

[It tastes crispy, sweet and tempting. The moment you bite it, it's like Eve in the Garden of Eden biting off the venomous snake's apple. People are pushed naked into a new tide, and the thin and beautiful peel becomes their new clothes, covering up their helpless ugliness.]

[“Look! Ladies and gentlemen! Emotional words have replaced rational science!”]

[“Behold! The inspiration of a madman has replaced the beautiful and objective law!]

[“Look! The reckless flow of ink has replaced the polished and complete order!”]

【Therefore, we must accept that our familiar home has become a world of words, inspiration, abstraction, subjectivity, hopelessness, and miracles... a world where "science disappears."】

[——Here, a new tower belonging to Raven was born.]

[That is the tower called "Strawberry Shortcake".]

[One strawberry shortcake after another lies on the collapsing edifice of modern science, arrogantly mocking the sand castle of truth that humans have built day and night.]

【The pastry is crispy and golden. 】

……

Su Mingan finished reading the story in a trance.

Compared to Si Que's previous casually written story about jellyfish swimming in the sea, this story is quite different. It carries grief, confusion, misunderstanding and expectation, the confusion of being impacted by the tide of the times, the sadness of the suddenly changing world, but also with determination, and the words between the lines are all looking at this sudden change rationally.

Previously, Su Mingan believed that the "power of creation" was Luo Vasa's setting, and the eleventh world was a copy that required everyone to write stories. This was just its unique setting. But he had never thought about where this "setting" came from and how it changed the world.

I only know the "setting" but not the connotation.

I only know it is interesting and novel, but I have never thought about its beginning and end.

Everything has its logic from the beginning. Even a brainless villain has his starting point. Most of the logic of the world game can be seamlessly combined.

Si Que described the beginning of this sudden change from the perspective of an observer - it turned out that Luo Vasa was not what she is now.

At the end of the story, there is a short poem.

Si Que's handwriting is flying, the ink is light, and the words are hooked up like flying leaves.

……

[——At the end of the wave of sadness that swept across all of humanity, I walked on the beach.]

[Sand castles of scientific truth built up by mankind over millions of years stand tall, but when a big wave comes, they are washed away one by one.]

[Scientists lie on the "beach", desperately trying to protect these sand castles, but there is only water flowing under them. ]

[Politicians are commanding to hold back the tide, but the tide has already overwhelmed their breath. ]

[Only lunatics and writers cheered and jumped on the beach, dancing around the ink in their pens, looking forward to a future full of inspiration.]

[“Science is dead! Science is dead!”]

【Such slogans spread.】

[“Philosophers who cling to the old ways, welcome your true philosophy. The world is completely different now! You can have a perpetual motion machine just by moving your pen! You can eat black bread without growing wheat! As long as you have inspiration, everything can be created! The bulky steam engines and textile machines will be eliminated!”]

【Such cheers flowed.】

[While walking, I heard a voice. 】

【Buzz, buzz, buzz.】

【Gala, gala, gala.】

【Whew, wow, wow.】

【Da da da.】

[Is that the cry of our ancestors, or the wailing of philosophers? No, no, neither.]

【That is……】

【——The last sound of the spinning jenny. 】

【——The last hum of Watt's steam engine. 】

[——The last leap of electric light inside Siemens equipment.]

【——The last strike of atomic energy and electronic computers. 】

[——Is this their mournful cry, or their final farewell to human civilization after millions of years? ]

【When all living things fall, they die along with science. 】

[When the last sand castle was washed away, I saw ink flying in the sky - the "creators" have begun to change the world with pen and ink, using their inspiration to create their paradise.]

[So, from today on, we should chant——]

【The sun is blue, and the moon is red. 】

[Soil is water condensed, and the sea is mud. ]

【Leaves are made of butterflies, and butterflies are leaves.】

[A fulcrum cannot lift up a planet. The geocentric theory is better than the heliocentric theory.]

[One kilogram of cotton is heavier than one kilogram of perpetual motion machine, and the one-pound and ten-pound iron balls on the Leaning Tower of Pisa will never fall.]

【Apples will fly into the sky, but there will be only graves under the tree.】

……

【--magpie.】

……

The bonfire crackled.

Ashley lit a bonfire to keep warm, and the flames danced in the cave.

Su Mingan came back to his senses from his shock, and Si Que's words seemed to still echo in his mind.

"The sun is blue, and the moon is red..." Su Ming'an looked outside the cave - he had never cared about the color of the sun, but now when he looked up, he realized that the sun above the sky seemed to have a few strands of blue.

...Has anyone added color to it over the past tens of millions of years?

And in the distant place where the sun and the moon are in the same sky, the blue moon has a slightly reddish hue.

If this is a distant subversion of Luowasha, then the Dragon King, the Elf King, the Blood Clan... these fantasy races, could it be that they have also gradually emerged over the past tens of millions of years...

Su Mingan thought deeply about it and was terrified. He didn't know what Si Que had written, but many things around him must have traces of Si Que's writing.

He used the immortal talisman to conjure up an apple that was bright red and juicy, and threw it upwards.

"Shh!"

——Apple, floating in the air.

Bright red, moist and attractive.

The law of universal gravitation still exists, but in these tens of millions of years, there must have been at least one creator who wrote a similar statement about apples: "Apples do not obey the law of universal gravitation."

Su Mingan caught the apple. It was so light and had almost no downward force.

The breeze blew across his face, as if countless philosophers were sighing in his ears.

……

……

Second Era, 486.

When all living things fall into confusion in the "death of science",

——“Apple” will fly into the sky.

The philosopher is gone.

There were only graves under the tree.

……

(End of this chapter)