After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

Su Mo returned to the Edge Building and came to the top rooftop, where he was looking at the moonlight.

It started snowing in the second half of the night. The moon was still hanging high in the gaps between the snow clouds, casting a faint silver glow. Snowflakes swayed and fell from the sky, refracting tiny bits of light under the moonlight, as if countless stars were twinkling.

Crescent City is very quiet after nightfall. Everything seems to have fallen asleep. Tall buildings are looming in the snow. The only sound around is the slight sound of falling snowflakes, subtle and soft, as if whispering the unique tranquility of a winter night.

Snowflakes kept falling on Su Mo, melting into tiny water droplets by his body temperature. He exhaled gently, and a white mist condensed in front of him, shining brightly under the moonlight, and was blown away by the cold wind and dissipated in an instant.

He just stared at the hazy city in the distance, watching the lights emitting soft glow through the snow, waiting for something silently.

"Tap, tap, tap" Just then, footsteps were heard behind me.

She was a little girl who seemed to have walked out of a fairy tale. She looked to be in her teens, with long black hair cascading down her shoulders like ink. The moonlight illuminated her fair face, which looked as if it was carved from the most delicate ceramic, so crystal clear without a single flaw.

Those big obsidian eyes were extremely clear and pure, yet not as innocent as a child's. They retained the purity that should be expected from a child of that age, yet they also seemed to have experienced countless complicated worldly affairs, presenting a kind of beauty that could never be found in a human being.

Su Mo greeted the little girl warmly: "Mo Tong."

"Dad, you're back." Su Motong jumped over to Su Mo and sat down next to him. "Mom said you were looking for me?"

Su Mo smiled and said, "Hmm, I haven't chatted with you for a long time."

Su Motong blinked: "What does Dad want to talk about?"

Su Mo raised his head and murmured: "Yeah, what are you talking about? You already have all the knowledge about "Human Documents" in your mind. You really know everything. I am just an ignorant elementary school student in front of you."

"Why don't we talk about constructs? You are familiar with constructs and humans. In your opinion, what is the biggest difference between these two civilizations?"

Su Motong said slowly: "If we talk about the biggest difference, it must be the social structure."

"Constructs are a species that build collective consciousness with hive thinking. Except for the "Queen Bee" like me and the highest-level "Master Brain", the rest of the "Worker Bees" have no independent consciousness and can only act according to instructions."

"In a sense, construct civilization is very simple. The main brain and the queen bee dominate everything. What they think is what they act. There is no such thing as intrigue and deception."

"Human beings are much more complex. Regardless of their status, whether they are leaders of a regime or homeless people, they all have completely independent and autonomous thinking, and different ideas may arise at any time and anywhere."

"When I first came into contact with human documents, I really found it incredible. It is a miracle that a species like humans, where each individual has different thinking, can integrate and develop a brilliant collective civilization."

Su Mo nodded and continued, "So in your opinion, from the perspective of species and civilization, which one is better, constructs or humans?"

Su Motong answered without hesitation: "Each has its own advantages and disadvantages. From a purely biological perspective, the construct is superior."

"Constructs have strong inorganic bodies and almost no physiological weaknesses. Even the most inferior constructs have physical abilities several times higher than the strongest ordinary humans."

"But there is a problem with the construct. Since the 'worker bees' do not have individual thoughts and cannot think, the entire population does not have the concept of 'intelligence' at the innate level."

"Although the "Master Brain" and "Queen Bee" possess high intelligence, their way of thinking is linear, without any twists and turns."

"I learned from human documents that in the Doomsday War 156 years ago, the reason why humans, who were relatively weak in hard power, were able to defeat the constructs was because of their "wisdom", using three-dimensional thinking to defeat linear thinking. "

"On the other hand, due to the lack of individual thoughts, construct civilization only has two elements - survival and expansion. All actions serve only these two points."

"Besides that, the construct civilization has no movies, no literature, no art, and no humanistic beauty."

"In comparison, human civilization is much more brilliant. Various arts are like stars shining in the night sky. When I first came into contact with human writing, I was deeply fascinated by the "beauty" created by humans."

At this point, Su Motong smiled knowingly, looked at Su Mo and said deeply: "If I were to choose, I would like to be a human being."

Hearing this, Su Mo also smiled. He rubbed his black hair and hugged Mo Tong to appreciate the moon in the late winter night.

There was already some snow around, and the moonlight reflected on the snow to form a soft halo. Su Mo looked at the moonlight above his head and asked softly, "Mo Tong, why do you think there is a cycle of rise and fall of political regimes in human history?"

"Looking at all the regimes so far, they all prospered at the beginning, but fell into decline and destruction after a period of time, and then a new regime rose from the ruins and went through this cycle again. Why is this?"

Su Motong wanted to tell the answer, but thought about it for a while.

Perhaps she felt that explaining it directly was not intuitive enough, so she ran back to her room and got a box of building blocks that she had played with as a child.

She placed the building blocks in front of Su Mo and said with a smile, "Dad, you stack the blocks as high as you can."

Su Mo picked up the building blocks and started stacking them. At first they were stacked steadily, but when they were as high as his waist, they suddenly fell apart, probably because something at the bottom was not arranged properly.

"I'll do it." Su Motong picked up the building blocks and started stacking them himself.

The building blocks piled higher and higher, and soon exceeded the height of Su Mo's pile. Later, she even had to ride on Su Mo's shoulders to continue stacking, and she kept piling until all the blocks were used up.

Structurally, the blocks were stacked into perfect columns.

This is perfection in the truest sense of the word.

Even if we use the most sophisticated equipment to observe, even if we exhaust the current limits of human measurement, and the observation unit is as small as the lowest point of the Planck length, their center of gravity is in a perfect straight line, without a deviation of one atm.

Su Mo looked at the sturdy cylinder in front of him. Although it was just some building blocks for children to play with, his eyes were like he was appreciating a supreme work of art.

At this time, Su Motong began to answer the previous question: "Regarding what you said about the rise and fall, order and chaos, and the cycle, it is actually the same as playing with building blocks."

"At first, the blocks were scattered all over the floor, but it was very easy to stack them up because the center of gravity was very low, so they would be stable no matter how you stacked them."

"It's like the end of a chaotic era, where it seems that order has disappeared and rituals and music have collapsed, but in fact, everything is in ruins and needs to be rebuilt. As long as a capable person comes on the scene, unites the people and clears out the remnants, a stable regime can be established."

"But as the blocks continue to pile up, the precision of the hand is limited after all, and deviations between the blocks are inevitable, big or small, which will eventually affect the overall stability."

"It's like a regime that was prosperous in its early days, but then it started to have problems, like old nobles who took credit for themselves, or aristocratic families who monopolized resources."

"Some of these 'old problems' were corrected in a timely manner, but others were ignored or never discovered, and have been passed down to future generations."

"As the blocks get higher, the more 'defects' left over from the previous stacking become, and the whole becomes more unstable, and finally..."

Su Motong stretched out her little hand and knocked on the bottom of the building block column. The whole column fell apart with a crash, and all kinds of building blocks fell to the ground.

"In the end, it was just like this, destroyed in an instant after the passage of time or interference from external forces."

"There is a sociological truth in this: if any political regime wants to function, it must have social resources flowing, creating a cycle up and down, inside and outside."

"This cycle is like a river. At first, it flows continuously, but then someone starts to scoop the water away, or simply builds small dams to take the water for themselves. Eventually, the flowing water becomes less and less, and the river naturally dries up."

Su Mo nodded thoughtfully and continued to ask: "In your opinion, has there ever been a perfect political system in the long history of mankind that can fundamentally avoid this phenomenon?"

Su Motong answered without hesitation: "Yes."

"Yes?" Su Mo was a little surprised by the answer. "Since there was a perfect system, why did that regime still disappear?"

Su Motong showed his humor again and gave a very vivid answer: "Because rules are dead, but people are alive. Everything can be compromised~"

Su Mo was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Su Motong poked his father's face playfully and began to answer seriously: "The so-called rise and fall cycle is ultimately driven by people."

“Human greed is the key to the continued concentration of social resources, which will inevitably lead to a lack of resource liquidity and ultimately drag everything into a cycle of destruction and rebirth, and rebirth and destruction.”

“The perfect system does exist, but no matter how perfect it is, it still needs people to implement it.”

“It is human beings themselves that are imperfect.”

Su Mo's pupils trembled, and he hugged Su Motong tightly in his arms, murmuring: "That's a very good point."

"I've heard a theory before that all social problems are caused by lack of resources, and the solution is to develop technology and make the pie bigger."

"As long as the pie is big enough, for example, if we can develop controlled nuclear fusion and room-temperature superconducting materials to give humans endless energy, and if we can develop light-speed travel technology and build spacecraft to travel into deep space, and have nearly unlimited land and space, all problems will disappear."

“They were wrong. So wrong.”

"Just like the river you described, no matter how wide it becomes, even if it turns into an endless ocean, someone will always build a higher dam to take more sea water for themselves. This is destined by human greed."

“Pure technological progress is useless, and neither is the establishment of a perfect system. As long as social activities still rely on people, nothing will change, and history will only repeat itself.”

At this point, Su Mo's eyes became serious: "Mo Tong, what do you think about our current war?"

Su Motong: "It's meaningless."

Su Mo: "Oh? What should I say?"

Su Motong gazed at the night view of Crescent City from afar. The smoke above the ruins had dissipated, and the flying snow had washed away all the filth, but it could not wash away the trauma that the war had brought to the city.

"Looking at the entire history of civilization, this war is insignificant. There are countless wars in history that are more tragic than ours today. They brought prosperity for a certain period of time, but all the results were eventually wiped out."

"It's the same with this war. I believe we can win, but so what? It could take hundreds of years, or decades, or even a few years, before the fruits of victory are stolen."

"It is foreseeable that some of us will become the giants of today, and then another group of people like us will emerge and overthrow those giants."

Su Mo gently patted Su Motong's little head and deliberately said in a reproachful tone: "Why, Motong, do you really not trust Dad and those companions? Do you think that we will become evil dragons after slaying the dragon?"

Su Motong rolled her big black eyes and playfully asked a question: "What if Dad becomes the leader of the new world, and one day Mom breaks the law, and the crime is punishable by death according to the law."

“The crowd shouted, demanding that Dad execute Mom according to the law and uphold the fairness and dignity of the laws of the new world.”

"At this time, Dad happened to have a gun in his hand, what would you do?"

Su Mo said without hesitation: "I will shoot all those people. If there are still bullets left in the gun, I will shoot them again to make sure they are dead."

This answer, full of black humor, made both the father and daughter burst into laughter.

Su Motong hugged Su Mo's waist and snuggled in his arms, her eyes looking a little dazed: "Dad, I love you very much, and you are indeed strong, wise and far-sighted."

"But in the final analysis, you are just an ordinary human being."

When Su Mo heard these words, what appeared in his eyes was not anger or sadness of being offended, but an unprecedented relief.

He put his face close to Su Motong's little head and smiled with relief: "Motong, you are right, I am just an ordinary human being, everyone is the same."

"Just like what happened downstairs just now, I didn't want to share the supplies, and someone called me selfish. That's right, absolutely right, I am a selfish person. Not only me, but most people are like this."

"Do absolutely selfless people exist? Yes, I have seen them."

"But they are only a very small number of people. No matter how lofty their ideals are or how much effort they have made, their life span is ultimately limited, and their existence and ideal vision will fade with time."

“The development of civilization does not rely on a very small number of people, but on the majority of people, so it is impossible for mankind to escape the cycle of rise and fall on its own.”

"This has nothing to do with the system or technology. It is determined by the characteristics of the human species."

The snow fell heavier and heavier. The snowflakes in the night sky fluttered in the cold wind, quickly covering every corner around, as if to drown the entire world in this endless white.

"Mo Tong." Su Mo called out.

He held his daughter tightly in his arms, his eyes reflecting the extremely cold snow, yet they were so hot that they seemed to be burning.

“You have to give them a perfect world.”