"...Disaster after disaster. The future is uncertain, and yet these rats remain fearful." The old monk took the red corn ho, ready to hand it over directly if the governnt ca to collect.
A single al, a ladle of drink, the simple life brought peace to the soul.
In the room there was also a small radio, where the voice of the female presenter was exceptionally passionate today, "With blood boiling with fervor, we are resolved to fight to the death. The old world has been completely destroyed, and a glorious new world has been created."
Another channel: "...Experts have pointed out, if the plants show red signs after being watered by the rain, please do not rashly consu them...strictly prohibit the consumption of any wild animals, be responsible for the health of yourself and your family, and also be responsible for society!"
"After research by supernatural scholars, the red rainwater will slowly lose its activity after three hours, but the Ideal Energy within it will be preserved."
The old monk sighed softly, "If things go on like this, the crops for the next half year will completely fail..."
"But we should be able to hold out until next year."
He turned his head and looked toward the deep cavern leading underground.
He couldn’t help but recall the unnad man he had t the day before; he also rembered incidents that had happened decades ago.
Countless heroes had entered this non-returnable place of decay.
Had the black hole of desires that swallowed people disappeared completely today?
While thinking this, suddenly the ground shook and a slight tremor went through the earth!
In the old monk’s astonishnt, the black cavern was once again opened, and a great crowd of people ca pouring out, "hwala hwala"!
Along with a great deal of complaint.
"What’s this, why were we driven out of Paradise?"
"I haven’t spent all my money yet? I could still have picked up more Crystal Stones!"
"So all the desires from before don’t count for anything? You’re all being unfaithful and disloyal!"
"I want to file a complaint against this Paradise!"
The crowd kept complaining, but they were just impotently enraged.
An invisible force forcibly dominated their bodies, prompting them to leave the cave.
Once they stepped out of the cave, the dominating forces vanished.
These guys collapsed on the ground.
But there were a few who imdiately struggled to their feet and roared up at the sky: "This is Blue Star... we’re back!"
"We’re back! We’ve won!"
These were warriors from the Abnormal Foundation, who imdiately took control of the crowd’s order: "Move forward, don’t trample, everyone move forward!"
Comrade Lou Ronggen, who had survived, after seeing the old monk, sat on the threshold as if a great weight had been lifted and watched the unceasing stream of people—fifty thousand in total—being driven out of "Paradise."
He searched for a long ti but could not find that certain figure, and couldn’t help but sigh softly.
"What a nightmarish ti, and yet, old monk, you still stand guard here..."
The monk, with tears streaming down his face, wiping his eyes, "Seeing you all, I’m very happy, very happy... it’s just that he, and they, will never be able to return. We who have barely managed to survive, on the other hand, have co back here, back to Blue Star."
Lou Ronggen said, "Although it’s only a temporary victory, at least our generation’s mission has been accomplished. Whether ’It’ will break out of the seal again is not the concern of our generation."
The old monk picked up the Buddha Beads from the table, and as he cried, he chanted, "Everything with form is illusory. If you see that all forms are formless, then you see Buddha..."
"Stop chanting, old monk; ’Delusion’ can’t be chanted to death by you." Lou Ronggen smiled self-deprecatingly, "Got any alcohol? Today, my brothers and I just want to drink, drink heartily! Drink until we’re drunk and dreaming, drink without thinking about anything else, drink until dawn!"
The monk replied, "I don’t have any alcohol here, just a cup of clear tea."
"Clear tea will do, we’ll drink tea instead of alcohol, cheers!"
"Cheers!"
...
It wasn’t long before the local governnt sent a large number of military troops.
The soldiers carted away the decadent crowd, truck after truck.
These aimless people were quite troubleso to deal with; they were accustod to a life of extre luxury, and letting them directly back into their hos might make them latent agents of social unrest.
But they couldn’t just be executed either; after all, they were still human, had not broken the law, and the number of them was significant, a full 500,000, enough to fill several football fields.
How to deal with this great wave of people would test the political wisdom of the governnt.
...
Mr. Black Gold from the Abnormal Foundation t with Lou Ronggen and others who had endured decades in "Paradise" as the first to arrive.
The two shook hands firmly.
Black Gold asked excitedly, "It must have been hard, staying in Paradise for over twenty years."
Lou Ronggen shook his head and sighed, "It was indeed harrowing. The thought that humanity’s gathering of Crystal Stones was actually aiding ’Delusion’ in breaking its seal... it’s indescribably uncomfortable..."
"Do you know what exactly happened at the end?"
"I’m not too clear on the details. An external variable helped us, and we also contributed our own effort... otherwise, according to the original plan..."
Black Gold nodded, "The original plan was for the spaceship to self-destruct, of course, very few people knew about this. You probably didn’t know, did you?
Lou Ronggen smiled bitterly, "I guessed as much... there was no other way but the self-destruction of the spaceship."
"Besides, a mysterious force took over Paradise by force and expelled everyone. That external force seems to want to oversee ’Delusion’ itself? I’m not sure who it is... anyway, it took away the Moon’s spaceship."
Black Gold and others were silent for a mont, "Can we re-enter this cavern?"
"No, we can’t anymore, now it’s exit only, no entry."
Lou Ronggen approached the cavern and waved his hand as if there was an invisible glass barrier preventing humans from entering.
A strategist suggested, "Could it be related to variables from Parallel Worlds?"
"Yes, possibly, let’s call them over to give it a try."
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