Watching the consciousness of the chairman of the Oak Company gradually transmit to the infinite world, Rost slowly closed his eyes, he was lying in his coffin at the moment, but he had not yet made up his mind to start transmitting consciousness.

He deeply knows that once this process begins, it will never be terminated, and he will have no room for regret.

Although reason told him that he should do it as soon as possible, there was always a voice in his heart that stopped him, and he himself didn't know why, but he just felt that there were some inexplicable reasons for him not to do it.

Time passed minute by minute, the nuclear bomb hidden in the deepest part of the underground research institute, the red light on the top flickered, and finally, three minutes passed, and the nuclear bomb entered the countdown to detonation in the last thirty seconds.

Rost could see the nuclear bomb from where he was, and he could clearly see the numbers bouncing on it, and it would take at least five seconds to transmit the data, which meant that he had less than twenty-five seconds to make a decision.

Real, or unreal?

How real is the real, whether the illusory has meaning, whether it represents joy and happiness.

Rost never imagined that as a scientist, he would have to face these philosophical questions, and in a sense, they were even related to theology.

It is not for nothing that the end of science is theology, and Rost feels that, at least at the moment, on the dividing line between the real and the unreal, he has touched some mysterious edge.

It seems that as long as you work hard, the next moment, you will be able to feel and know the true meaning of theology.

It's just that when that moment comes, he will also die because of it, there is an old Chinese saying, the morning hears that you can die at night.

Rost is a foreigner, and he can't have the same consciousness as the Chinese sages, but he feels that it is a great mistake for him to stay here and enter the illusory world.

In the end, Rost made up his mind.

He didn't turn on the incoming device, but sat up slowly, he wanted to face the moment the nuclear bomb exploded, face his own death, and then taste from it, the truly great power between the unreal and the real.

Time returned to zero, and there was a slight noise on the nuclear bomb, and then a strong light suddenly emanated from the center of the space, and in an instant, the entire underground space was enveloped, and the nuclear bomb exploded.

Rumble!

The loud bang followed, and Rost's eyes widened, and just as he was about to see everything clearly, time, suddenly stopped.

Everything came to an abrupt halt, as if the world had been paused by God, and all the food around it was frozen in the air.

The intense light of the explosion, the waves of fire and air that erupted, the deadly radiation, the torrent of power.......

Everything stays in this underground space, neither spreading nor extinguishing, as if it is a fiery red flower in full bloom in the ice, bewitching and magnificent.

Rost froze, unable to comprehend the scene and unable to believe what his eyes were seeing.

In the whole space, he is the only one who is unaffected, he can think, he can breathe, and he can move freely.

He even tried to lift his hand and stroke the dust that had been proppelled by the nuclear bomb and floated up, and the dust was distributed in the air in the shape of an arc.

Rost's fingers swept over the regular curve, and some folds appeared.

"Unbelievable ......"

Rost muttered that at this moment, he even felt that he might have died, and the scene in front of him was what he had seen after death.

He was suddenly a little glad that he had not transmitted his consciousness to that virtual world, because the scene in front of him showed that death was obviously not the end of humanity in this world.

Behind death, there are many more areas that humanity has not yet touched.

And there is no such thing in that virtual world, although the content is huge, but after all, it is a pre-input data, it represents the highest point of everything known to mankind, but there is no unknown existence.

There is no unknown world, it is a dead world, the chairman of the board of directors they live in it, no matter how comfortable they are, they will eventually be overwhelmed by the knowledge they know, and in the face of a hopeless future, they will inevitably end up in endless despair, and they can't even commit suicide.

In a sense, the infinite world they went to was like an eternal labyrinth set by death, where happiness was short-lived after all, and the most prolonged was endless pain.

With a smile on his face, Rost slowly closed his eyes, opened his arms, made a gesture of embrace, and then said in an aria tone, "Come on, God!" I'm ready! ”

He will go and embrace the unknown, this is his wish.

However, in the next second, a sudden voice pulled him back to reality: "Hehe, I'm not your God, of course, I'll send you to your God!" ”

The voice was unabashedly mocking, so abrupt in the stillness of the situation that Rost felt choked.

He opened his eyes and coughed violently, feeling a sudden fear in his heart.

What frightened him was that the voice, which sounded familiar to him, was impossible, and so far, all the people he was familiar with had either died or entered the infinite world.

"Who is it! Who's talking? Rost tore open his throat and roared violently, a strong doubt welling up in his heart.

Then, a figure appeared in front of Rost's eyes, dispelling his doubts.

Wang Shaoyu, covered with light and wearing battle armor, descended into this space like a brilliant sun god.

There was no strong light emanating from him, but since the moment he appeared, only him was left in everyone's eyes, and Rost could only see the only picture at the moment, no matter which direction he was facing, and that was Wang Shaoyu.

As for the light emitted by the nuclear bomb on the side, it was directly covered by Wang Shaoyu, and it became insignificant like a spark.

"It's you!?" In Rost's words, there were three points of doubt and seven points of horror, and he couldn't imagine why a person who should have been dead for ten years suddenly appeared, and still looked so full of majesty.

"That's right! Haha, I didn't expect that. Wang Shaoyu looked at his big enemy and said coldly: "Do you think that the bad things you have done will not be punished?" As long as I live, you'll never want to get away with it! ”