Before I knew it, it was almost two million words, and before I knew it, "The Edge of the Universe" was about to end.

If nothing else, June should be over. There are also many important plots involved: the story of parallel and relative universes, the origin of mysterious meteorites, the origin of strange dreams, and the ultimate characters hidden behind the scenes. In short, the logic of everything will be completely connected.

has been writing for nearly two years, and the speed of updating is really not fast, and it is even very slow in the circle of online articles.

Especially the update of the last year, it is even more embarrassing.

Actually, I'm not a slack person, and I've really worked hard, but there are a lot of obstacles, and that's the way it can be after all.

I write very slowly, almost 4 hours a day for a chapter.

I update less, especially in the later period, there are many things, and things that break the update also happen from time to time, which will inevitably affect everyone's enthusiasm for reading.

Therefore, the results of this book have not been good, in addition to the reason for the unpopularity of the subject matter, the main thing is my responsibility, and I apologize again.

Fortunately, although I am slow to update, no one will worry about me being a eunuch or a bad finish.

Yes, I liked this book very much, although I had little experience in writing a book for the first time and there were many problems, but I was really full of energy, and in addition to trying my best to write it well, I didn't pay attention to other negative emotions.

Basically, in the later stages, I don't care much about the grades, even if the rankings drop, the subscriptions drop, and the comment section becomes deserted.

I'm not willful, I'm not resigned to fate, I just want to finish this book well!

Of course, I'm still sorry for the book friends, and it's true that the update is too slow.

Fortunately, there are still some book friends who have been silently supporting me and giving me encouragement. In fact, I see every day that you vote for me, monthly passes, tips, and reviews. When "The Edge of the Universe" is over, I really want to thank you one by one.

yes, I'm almost done. It may be a way out of what I first envisioned, and a lot of the length has been reduced, so the timeline is pulled quickly. This can be regarded as a helpless move.

But in any case, I am very happy to be able to depict a world that is a huge one in my own words.

I still want to thank everyone for accompanying and accompanying you all the way.

Thank you very much, thank you very much.

In addition, there may not be an update today, so it's really shameless to say so, but because there is only an average of 3-4 hours of sleep these days, the state is very bad, and there are some problems with the body, so I have to ask for your understanding.

According to the convention, the leave slip is to take some extracurricular knowledge, so today is no exception.

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I recommend a book called "Breathing: The Destruction of the Universe" by Ted Jiang.

The following reprints part of the final chapter, interested friends may wish to take a look, the length is not very long.

Part VII (Final Chapter)

But I still have the faintest glimmer of hope.

Although our universe is closed, beyond that infinitely extended wall, this may not be the only air cell, I hope that there is another air cell, another universe next to us, even larger, this hypothetical universe may have the same or higher air pressure as us, but what if their air pressure is lower than ours, or is it a vacuum?

The wall between the two universes is so strong that it is impossible to break through it, we can't do that ourselves, we can't expel the excess air from our universe's atmosphere to regain kinetic energy, but I imagine that this neighboring universe has its own inhabitants, and their abilities are above us, and they might be able to create channels in both universes and install valves to release air from our universe? They can use our universe as a gas reservoir to fill their lungs with emitters and use our air to promote their civilization.

The air that once energized me may also be at the service of others, and the breath that I carved these words may one day flow through the bodies of others, and I can't help but feel heartened, and I don't delude myself that this means rebirth for me, because I am not just air, but the various states of the air that appear all the time, but this state of mine, the state of the world in which I live, will be annihilated.

But I have a smaller hope: that the inhabitants of other universes will not only use our universe as a reservoir of air, but once they run out of air, one day they may actually open a passage to explore our universe, and they may walk through our streets, looking at our still bodies, examining all we have, and thinking about how we live.

That's why I'm writing this narrative, I want you to be one of the explorers, I want you to find these copper papers, decipher the words engraved on them, whether your brain is as air-driven as mine or not, and while reading these words, your state of mind has recreated what I was as I was, and in that sense, through you, I was born again.

You explorers will discover and read the other books we have left behind, and through your imagination our civilization will be reborn, you will walk through our silent neighborhoods and imagine what they would have been, the towers will ring the bell on the hour, the supply stations will be bustling with chattering neighborhoods, and in the squares, the announcer will recite the psalms: in class, the anatomy will give a contemplative speech, the next time, when you look at the frozen world around you, visualize it in your imagination, so in your mind, It will come alive and alive again.

Greetings, Explorer, but I wonder: are you facing the same fate as we do? In my imagination, this trend of equilibrium is not unique to our universe but common to all universes, maybe my thinking is too limited, you may have found a pressure that can exist forever, but I suspect it is just a pipe dream, I think that one day your mind will disappear, although I don't know how far into the future, your life will end like ours, like all people. No matter how long it takes, it will eventually reach equilibrium.

I hope that you will not be saddened by the realization of this, and I hope that your interstellar journey will not begin with the search for gas reservoirs in other universes, but a thirst for knowledge, to explore what can be produced from the breath of a universe, because even if the life of a universe can be calculated, the life it produces is unpredictable, and this is true of our skyscrapers, our chess, calligraphy and paintings, and the lives we lead, because their forms of existence are not inevitable. Our universe enters equilibrium with a gentle hiss, and the life it has given birth to during this period is truly a miracle, and only the universe that gives you life can match.

Explorer, even though I was long dead when you read this, I would like to say goodbye to you. to perceive existence, for this is a miracle; To enjoy existence, while you can still do so, I feel obligated to tell you this, because that's what I did when I engraved these words.