"Of course." Su Ming'an said: "No matter what method is used, even if it is to survive and extend the life of civilization, it is definitely better than fighting against the invaders. Only by living can you have a chance."

He admired Akto very much.

Akto's three-dimensional defense plan abruptly dragged humanity to the year 102. The technological gap between humans and [Talidimensional] is too big. As early as Qiu Li's introduction that year, we knew that humans had no chance of a head-on confrontation.

"Drag" is the only way.

Without dimensional superposition, it would be impossible for human beings to survive until now. Just like the countless annihilations of human armies simulated by Kaiusta, humans would not even be able to survive the 72nd year.

"But the most critical issue now is - you have fallen into a trap that has lasted for many years." Akto said.

"Trap?" Su Mingan was confused.

"You signed a 'civilization bet' with the gods, right? As long as you fail to restart the Dawn System within twenty days, the gods can obtain the source of your civilization." Akto said...

"Yes." Su Mingan also remembered this hidden danger. Today is already the nineteenth day. God's actions cannot be in vain, there must be a big pit waiting for him.

"Please come with me to a place and I will help you solve this problem." Akto said, "I will lend you a seat in your wheelchair and I will show you the way."

Su Mingan called out the wheelchair. As soon as he sat on it, Akto sat on the armrest of the wheelchair with ease, and his white coat brushed his knees.

"Noel, you go back and rest." Su Mingan saw that Akto didn't want anyone to follow him, so he said to Noel.

Noel nodded, turned and left.

The wheelchair took off, and Su Mingan looked back.

The villa left by Lin Guang still stands among the flowers in the garden. Between the blue and white fences, the spray of water from the fountain is thin, as if forming a rainbow between water and sky.

It was as if there was still a white-haired agent standing there, holding Lily and Butterfly's silver pistol, waiting for him two thousand three hundred times.

Su Mingan thought that this should be the last time he came here.

Goodbye. Zhe Ergen, Spring Festival couplets, a thousand paintings.

The wheelchairs streaked across the sky, and the bright sunshine sprinkled their black hair, like strips of golden fireflies dancing in the wind.

Su Mingan turned his head and looked straight ahead, feeling a little weak.

He thought that he had not replenished his energy for a long time, so he took out a plate of chocolate and opened it——

When the mechanical ring on his index finger brushed against the chocolate bag, the mentally retarded T-0321, who had never been able to speak, suddenly heard a voice:

"chocolate."

"Lovis..."

"……like."

….
Chapter completed!