Humans struggle against nature for survival.
They struggle with each other for desire.
They can even struggle with the most familiar people for status and benefits.
Such struggles have driven historical changes and developnts, and they are an objective law of human developnt that cannot be avoided or escaped, always present.
Old Zhong saw that Lin Fan didn’t answer, and slowly said, "I guess even you can’t give an accurate answer, right?"
"Yes."
Lin Fan nodded.
He knew that the situation of humankind has already changed.
The Awakeners and ordinary people make up the majority.
The Mutants belong to the minority.
At the sa ti, there are also zombies with sanity.
This is the class; ordinary people cannot compete with Awakeners because their abilities may not destroy the world but are certainly not sothing ordinary humans can contend with.
The atmosphere suddenly beca sowhat oppressive, no one spoke, only the gradually darkening sky indicated how quickly ti passed.
Where there is white, there is black; the alternation of black and white is sothing that has been unavoidable since ancient tis.
At this mont, Old Zhong laughed, "Let’s not think about it. Actually, with you here, I think this situation certainly won’t happen, and besides, the children like Feifei are so sensible, the future must be very beautiful."
"Yes." Lin Fan smiled, also thinking about what Old Zhong had just said. He was indeed worried, but the legacy of mankind will not be severed, a hundred years, a thousand years will still be the sa.
Suddenly, he thought of a sentence from the book "Stark..." that he had given up on.
Soone asked Stark, aren’t you afraid that the girlfriends who have relationships with you will find out your situation and thus cut off your manhood?
To this, Stark replied calmly, the future will naturally be handled by my future self, and now I feel very happy, so why should my current self deal with what might happen in the future?
Recalling this passage.
Lin Fan’s state of mind was soothed, and all his worries were swept away.
"Old Zhong, I have confidence in their future."
Lin Fan looked at Old Zhong with determined eyes, that expression was very confident, he chose to believe in future people, whether ordinary people or Awakeners, they will strive to maintain the hard-won peace.
"If you have confidence, then I have confidence."
Old Zhong always believes in Lin Fan.
Because Lin Fan holds an extraordinary place in his heart.
Night.
Returning ho, Lin Fan went to the balcony, lay on a lounge chair, took out his phone, and opened the group chat, looking at each survivor’s avatar.
Each one of these avatars belonged to a living person.
Watching, watching, he couldn’t help but laugh, it felt really good.
When alone, he was thinking about what Old Zhong said, it naturally caused so impact and influence on him, even though he answered with confidence for the future, to be honest, he really wasn’t that confident.
"How long can I live?"
Lin Fan asked himself, he didn’t know how long he could live, saying he is now human, indeed he is human, but his strength is so far beyond limits, so is he really human?
If not human, then has he beco the so-called god? If he can really live for a very long ti, he won’t worry at all about the things Old Zhong ntioned in the future.
Because he wouldn’t allow such a situation to happen.
...
Days later.
Ogamoto Reiyi had been searching for the ’King’ for a long ti but hadn’t received any useful information, he doubted whether that ’King’ was real, but rembering it was Lin Fan who ntioned it, it shouldn’t be fake, so he kept searching, hoping to find the so-called ’King.’
During the search, he found many zombies in advanced stages of evolution, making him feel that Lin Fan was just so-so, even after cleaning up to now, there were still so many high-level zombies.
He just wanted to say, we zombies are like indestructible cockroaches.
Given enough ti to evolve, we would definitely evolve to a frightening extent.
Walking down the street.
He suddenly stopped, his gaze falling on a public bench not far away, seeing a mysterious guy in a suit sitting there, holding a bag of opened chips, leisurely eating, surrounded by zombies who seed very afraid of him, keeping a distance, not even daring to get close.
Then, he looked up, and on the building’s upper floor, there was also a figure sitting on the edge, holding a cloth to wipe a knife, the blade gleaming, emitting a cold sharpness under the sunlight.
Danger!
Danger!
Even though he hadn’t gotten closer, a danger signal had already appeared in his mind.
Ogamoto Reiyi didn’t dare to move recklessly, even taking slow steps back, feeling these two guys were very unusual, the one on the roof was definitely human, while the guy on the bench should be a zombie, no... a Creator.
"Don’t be nervous, co over, we’ve been waiting for you." The Master of Deception adjusted his glasses, smiling as he waved Ogamoto Reiyi over.
Ogamoto Reiyi swallowed, steeled himself, and approached the Master of Deception, not knowing who he really was.
"Who are you?"
As he got closer, Ogamoto Reiyi cautiously asked.
The Master of Deception didn’t answer but rather scrutinized Ogamoto Reiyi carefully, the more he looked, the more puzzled he beca, feeling it was different from what he expected, even different from the description in the album.
Yet he didn’t say, so things aren’t good to discuss too openly now.
Out of respect for the strong described in the album, the Master of Deception stood up and said, "Hello Ogamoto Reiyi, very pleased to et you."
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