"Actor...abandoned us?"

"He took his Dawn System and abandoned the world?"

People raised their heads with disbelief on their faces.

Violet was trembling. She turned her head, and dozens of players next to her met her eyes. Their eyes met each other, and they were all confirming the fact that "they were abandoned."

"It's a lie." Wang Si muttered to himself.

"Impossible - Su Mingan will not lose!"

"But even he admitted it himself, what else can we do?"

In the thick black fog, Violet could not clearly see the expressions of each player. But she could hear their confusion.

...The first player actually admitted personally that they lost? Lost the efforts of generations of human beings, and lost everything the "human" race has?

Those sacrifices before, those people who could not touch the spring, all the struggles and struggles they made - for what?

Zhang Xiaoqi trembled his lips and wanted to say something, but a soldier's roar came from the black fog, like a sharp sword piercing the black fog:

"——Why! Why! Why!!!"

This roar seemed to drain all the strength from the soldier's body, venting his grief, anger and unwillingness. He sat down on the ground with a thud, and a dull sob came from the protective suit.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom", a series of sounds sounded, and figures fell to the ground like huge collapsed mountains. The soldiers dropped their weapons and looked at the sky blankly, not knowing for a moment what they were doing.

What are you fighting for?

Around them, silver locators shone brightly. Every bit of silver light once symbolized hope. But in people's eyes, it no longer meant anything.

No matter what you do...it's meaningless.

"When I heard that Su Mingan had successfully cleared the level yesterday, I felt something was wrong. This dungeon no longer bound him. Now he can give up on this world," said player Bablu.

The player next to her, Pearl, raised her eyebrows when she heard this: "You fart! Didn't you see Su Mingan's efforts in the past twenty days? If he can save it, he will definitely save it!"

Bablu shrugged: "If you think about it, the fate of the ruined world has nothing to do with us Zhai Xing."

"Are you sick? You insist on singing the opposite tune at this time..."

The players' voices became more and more noisy, and some people started to quarrel.

And Su Mingan's voice still continued, with a rumbling echo:

"I deeply regret this ending."

"Human beings have lived on this land for a long time. From the primitive period to the catastrophic period of the century, they have experienced a full 102 years of civilization. We should have been defended by him in the years after they were invaded]

Destruction. These one hundred and two years are already the last time that Akto can drag out."

"If possible... I also hope to enter the new century with you. I promised this to Beacon during the War of Dawn. I also hoped that one day those beautiful historical memories of mankind, our nostalgic homeland -

—can really be taken back by us."

"The three-dimensional descending layer by layer, the ouroboros of cause and effect, the grandmother's paradox of civilization's bet, the grid theory of time, space and dimensions. Akto used all his wisdom as a human being to desperately extend the life span of the population.

Chief. I also held my companion’s hand and told him before he died that there would really be spring in the future.”

"but I……"

There was a pause in his voice, which was the only emotional fluctuation that people heard so far in this farewell speech.

"...I seem to have missed my appointment."

"This is my fault."

…

At Constantine University, students stopped typing on the keyboard.

Just like countless public classes in the auditorium before, the students raised their heads slightly and listened to their city master's farewell words on the radio, as if it was their last lesson.

There were no roars or insults in the auditorium, only some faint sobbing, and some young people's eyes were moist, with dark circles still remaining on the edges of their eyes from staying up all night writing papers.

"Sister." A student girl with blond hair and big waves approached Yamada Machichi: "Sister, you are the liaison person at Constantine University. Are these things the city lord said true?"

Her voice was trembling.

Many students are proud to be able to enter the Central City Laboratory in the future, and some even have the biggest dream of becoming an assistant to the city lord.

They cannot accept this ending the most.

"..." Yamada Machichi looked around.

In his field of vision, the cursors of hundreds of students' laptops were flashing, but the progress of their papers had completely stopped at the moment when they heard the world broadcast, and no one entered another word.

Luo Cha, a student who had eaten with Yamada Machichi in the cafeteria, put down the core journals filled with complicated foreign languages ​​in his hands, his eyes full of confusion.

Several students with messy hair stopped studying the math problems in their hands, and there were still unfinished formulas and data on the wall.

Everyone has fallen into a state of stagnation. The future, future, and life have all lost meaning to them.

Yamada Machichi took in all this and responded in a low voice to the blond student:

"it is true."

"He has... tried his best."

When he said this, his eyes became moist.

Obviously everyone has a clear consciousness. They did not die in confusion. The death of each of their lives has a heavy weight in this world.

Just like Yamada Town could see at a glance, every student sitting in the auditorium should not die like this.

"I'm just one step away from being a safe person." The blond student girl's body suddenly became loose. When the world was being destroyed, she was actually thinking about such a problem.

"I have been working as a wage earner for my tutor for three years, and my recommendation letters are no longer available." The short-haired student next to him punched the table.

"I'm going to die before I even enter the Central City Laboratory...I haven't even met the City Lord with my own eyes."

"I want to go home. My mother lives in a marginal area. Since entering college, I haven't been able to see her for a long time..."

The black fog outside the window became thicker and thicker, and the temperature in the auditorium dropped little by little. The indoor temperature was no longer enough to maintain the required temperature, and the students felt cold.

A ball of fire lit up, and the indoor heating device was activated in the open space under the auditorium podium. They threw tables, chairs and books into it. The firelight swayed in the glass cover, and the bright luster swallowed up the essence of this knowledge bit by bit.

The textbooks with detailed notes remaining, the notebooks with experimental diaries, the textbooks organized one by one, the sketch assignments filled with drawings... were all swallowed up in the warm light.

When disaster strikes, even books lose their original meaning.

Yamadacho took a breath and stared at the black fog outside the window.

He thought that everything he saw now was just a small corner of the world. But it was also a microcosm of the entire world.

"Little sister..." At this time, the blond student girl hugged him and sobbed: "I want to go home, I miss my mother."

Yamada Machichi held her hand.

"Don't be afraid." Yamada Machichi's lips trembled:

"Everywhere is home."

They maintained their embrace, like the most inconspicuous pair of heaters in the apocalypse. Similar to them, there were dozens of pairs of people hugging each other in the auditorium.

…

outside world.

A dark-colored reconnaissance plane hovered high in the sky. Under the red pool of blood, there was a sinkhole two thousand meters deep.

The truck stopped next to the sinkhole, and dozens of soldiers lay beside it, smoking slowly.

The snow-white ashes were knocked along the fingers, and the smoke drifted in the wind, carrying the soldiers' long sights into the distance.

The broken instruments were thrown aside. Just now, they smashed these precious detection instruments with their own hands. Their mission was originally to go deep into the tiankeng and bring up the backup energy stored in the tiankeng. However, after hearing the World Broadcast

At that moment, it all lost its meaning.

The soldiers, carried away by anger, personally smashed these precious instruments that they had carefully protected along the way.

"From a universal perspective, this is just a battle for the right to survive, similar to the tribes competing for territory in the primitive period. The war between the Wei and the ruined world is also just a battle between different civilizations for survival——

A war of civilization where everything is at stake.”

"——I'm sorry to bring you such an ending."

The car radio was accompanied by noise, and the voice of their city lord came. The soldier wearing a star military cap knocked some cigarettes in his hand and laughed.

"City Lord." The soldier's voice was light and he said to himself in the air:

"What's wrong with you?"

"When you hold the fate of an entire ethnic group in your hands, live as long as you can."

He turned his head and went to get the bottle of wine next to him. The soldiers were lying on the ground in a circle, drinking low-quality spirits in the carriage, preparing to face the final outcome with this attitude.

The disks were spinning and vintage disco music was flowing in the air.

While drinking, the soldier suddenly noticed that there was a team on the other side of the tiankeng, preparing to go down into the tiankeng. The soldier blinked and shouted: "On the other side! Don't go down into the tiankeng again, it's pointless!"

No one in the team on the other side paid attention to the soldier's words. Among the team, a black-haired girl was putting on equipment for one of her brothers.

"Are you sure you want to go down?" Yueyue said.
To be continued...