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Chapter 1396 Chapter 2: "If there is no wind in the world ()."

Behind them, there were some experimenters whose figures could not be seen clearly.

You never knew—

"Bang! Bang!"

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!”

After a few gunshots, what was the last feeling in the hearts of those figures who fell down like wheat?

Why did they save you?

Why should I escort you to the vast golden fields?
Why should I risk my life to send you out?

You know, you're not a genius. You can't do anything except write stories. You can't do the math problems that are so annoying. You're a loser.

But now you can only run forward - run forward - the gunfire behind you continues, you keep running forward -

……

this moment,
The world destined to wither and decay took a sharp turn at this moment.

The world that was destined to be destroyed by the Lord of the End of All Things reversed its course at this moment and rushed in the opposite direction.

A few researchers who left no trace in history, with an unexpected act of kindness, changed the trajectory of the world's destruction.

A young magpie, who will save the world in the future, begins to fly high into the sky.

……

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Gunshots rang out continuously.

The lab guards are still chasing you.

You dare not stop, you can only run as hard as you can. Your heart is pounding with nervousness, adrenaline is rushing, and the fear of death dominates your whole body.

Run, run, run.

If you stop for a moment, you will be caught up.

You run until you are sweating profusely, until you are exhausted, until your legs feel like they are filled with heavy lead, and your whole body is in pain, like a dying bird...

The gunfire behind me finally stopped.

You glanced back quietly, and you finally shook off the guards chasing you. You could no longer see the pale and heavy experimental city. You were free.

The relief of surviving the catastrophe filled your whole body, and the pain in your muscles suddenly broke out. You fell to the ground, covered in blood. You were almost choked by the intense pain.

Where am I going?
Where else can I go?

You have no ability to survive in the wild, your body is covered with wounds that could get infected at any time, and your body is on the verge of collapse. Even a seven-year-old's rationality can tell you that -

You can't survive.

Death is very close to you. Judging from the rate at which your body is weakening, you will be dead in just a few minutes.

At this moment, you fell down silently, lying on the blood-stained grass, like a cub waiting to die.

Wait to die.

You have no other choice.

But before you die, you must take a close look at the place where you will die and whether it is beautiful enough.

You wiped the blood off your face, your breathing became weaker and weaker, and you raised your head unintentionally——

"—!"

You saw the most magnificent thing you have ever seen.

Bright red falls into your golden pupils.

The smoke from cooking turned the sunset red. The sky was painted with thin clouds of bright red, water red, rose red, and deep red for the sunset, and the purple evening mist monopolized the world. The watery red liquid covered the wheat fields, burning in the magnificent bright red like a long-lasting accumulation.

In an instant, the twilight and prosperity of the whole world rush towards you.

——It was a grand sunset.

The vast and boundless golden wheat waves dance in the gelatinous Tyndall effect. The golden color will roll when the wind blows over it, and the strong wind will tear the wheat apart, but the wheat will burst into waves more brilliant than death and fate.

The red light lingers in your pupils, giving you the illusion that you are burning together.

The sky is vast, but you are never afraid of your own smallness.

——How outstanding does a person have to be to stop pushing Sisylipse's stone?
——Assuming that living is a punishment, people are constantly enduring emptiness, and the worst pain is like that of Sicilifo, what should we do?

"...No." You looked at the vast and magnificent golden wheat waves and uttered a word softly.

A sense of dignity can enable people to bring about a kind of splendor and resistance that is completely different from that of the gods in their actions, even if they are extremely absurd actions.

The gods hoped that Sisylip would fall into eternal depression, but he refused. He achieved self-transcendence and spiritual eternity in the endless absurdity.

You don't want to die, you want to live.

You have to survive.

Even as a mediocre person, you have to live on, as a Sisyphus who has never fallen into the "nothingness prescribed by God".

——This vast ocean of golden wheat waves is just the starting point. You will fly to a higher and farther sky.

……

[“Mom, why did Sisyphus push the stone up? It was obvious that the stone would fall down again and again. What’s the point?”]

[Every night before going to bed, four-year-old Su Mingan likes to listen to Lin Wangan telling stories. He pulls his mother's green cheongsam like a little kid.]

[My mother was wearing a new Chinese cheongsam, which was well-cut and slim. She wore ruby ​​earrings, and her skin was smooth and fair. The most beautiful thing was her fingers, which were like green jade. It was obvious that she had never worked.]

[“It’s the sense of human dignity.” Mom answered: “The sense of dignity can enable people to take actions, even extremely absurd actions, to bring a kind of splendor and resistance that is completely different from the gods. The gods hope that Sisylifo will fall into eternal depression, but he won’t.”]

[“But isn’t this just deceiving oneself? He can’t threaten the gods, and the stone is meaningless.” Su Ming’an raised his head. ]

[“In reality, we are worse than Sisyphus.” Mom said: “Sisyphus had ‘gods’ as his revenge object and ‘stone’ as his meaning of effort. But in reality, we can’t find any concrete metaphors. It’s just a dull life. For us, it’s impossible to push up the hill of stone.”]

[“On the road” and “process” are everything, because human beings are born to go to death. Compared with the short life span of human beings, the vastness of the universe is so vast that it is impossible to see the moment when the stone is pushed to the top of the mountain in a lifetime. Therefore, human beings are good at using absurdity to hedge against absurdity, using boredom to mock boredom, and using repetition to implement repetition.”]

【After listening to this, Su Mingan said: "So, Sisyphus just did what every one of us has been doing all along - looking for meaning in a meaningless life, fabricating non-existent happiness and naming it happiness."】

[“But that’s not happiness.”]

【“So you’re going to push the stone?” Mom laughed. 】

[“No.” Su Mingan smiled: “Mom, I was born on the top of the mountain.”]

[——I was born on the top of a mountain. ]

……

The red on the wasteland flows towards you, and you raise your head.

"Boom!"

You slowly propped up your blood-covered body, your purple hair hanging down.

Under the vast sunset, your figure is so small, and the twilight freezes your blood.

“…I won’t push the boulder.” You whispered.
“I don’t have to invent a ‘boulder’ that doesn’t exist in order to escape nothingness. Because it already exists within me.”

"The gods wanted to make Sisyphus fall into nothingness, so that he could not find happiness. But what if, for me, the definition of happiness is just 'having existed'?"

“I was born on the top of a mountain. If I have to push a rock, I push it from high to low.”

You sit on the ground, your breathing becomes weaker and weaker, and your blood flows more and more.

The gunshot wound you sustained when you escaped from the lab left you with excruciating pain. You could clearly feel your vitality slipping away, and you were about to die...

Then, you heard footsteps.

A figure stands before you, casting a shadow.

"Hmm?" the man said, "Kid, at such a young age, your desire to live and your will to die are so strong."

The man squatted down and wiped away the scars on your body with a light touch of his palm.

You opened your eyes in surprise, and this person healed all your injuries instantly.

"Who are you?" you asked.

Amidst the golden wheat fields, the man tilted his head, revealing a gentle face with a pair of rabbit ears on his head: "My name is Boss Rabbit. I'm here to inspect Luowasha."

"Investigate?" You asked in surprise, "Investigate the whole world? Are you a god?"

"No." Boss Rabbit smiled and said, "I am higher than God and do not belong to your world. You can understand me as... an outsider. I belong to a game system called World Game. In the future, your world will be the last venue of the World Game."

These terms are too unfamiliar for you to understand.

……

【But “you” understood. 】

[Boss Rabbit had known for a long time that Luowasha was the last venue of the World Game, and had even visited it personally.]

……

"So." Boss Rabbit squatted down and patted your shoulder: "Little Si Que, you must not die. You must work diligently to maintain the main storyline of Luo Vasha. You will be the protagonist when you grow up."

You shook your head: "You think too much. I can't do anything except writing stories."

Boss Rabbit said: "The future of Luowasha needs talents like you!"

You are confused.

"How do you know what Rovatha will be like in the future? Can you predict it?" you said.

"Because." Boss Rabbit's voice suddenly became mechanical and stereotyped:
"Because it happened more than once."

Boss Rabbit left quickly, and apart from saving you, he didn't do anything extra.

Later, you came to a village full of golden wheat, enjoying the ordinary happiness of being a mediocre person and writing short stories to entertain yourself.

Until... you wrote a floating strawberry shortbread.

In the 150th year of the Second Era, the Creation System appeared. Science can no longer calculate the exact number.

Countless scientists jumped off tall buildings drunk and laughing, with their heads full of formulas and papers.

……

【"Sima Que Cultivation Plan"】

[Time: 150th year of the Second Era]

[Age: 14 years old]

……

You begin to dream more frequently.

In your dream, you will dream of a giant tree, under which sits a white-haired young man putting sugar cubes into a teacup.

You don’t know who he is, but he will always be like a guide, answering your many questions and calling you “Mr. Magpie”.

He told you many distant things, about the prosperity and fate of civilization, and about the scenery of other worlds. Although you don't know why he appeared in your dream, you have already regarded him as your guide.

"What should I call you?" you said.

He thought for a long time before giving you an answer:
"Just call me... Mr. Lighthouse."