It was another quiet evening, the night lights in the hallway had been turned on, and the skylight outside the window was still bright, and although the outdoor playground of the Bockgunn Sports Center was noisy, the dormitory room seemed quiet, and on the side of the door, only a faint sound of a hidden ventilation hole made a slight noise.

Jonny was lying on the bed, holding a paper book on "Human-Machine and Environmental Engineering" in his hand, and looked through the pages carefully.

In view of the fact that in order to prevent students from indulging in various entertainments in the passageway, the flight academy prohibits any form of electronic communication equipment on campus, and in the process of transmitting information and knowledge, paper books that have gradually disappeared among the people are popular here. Although holographic courseware is still unavoidable in theoretical teaching, because there is no download and transmission of the 'Fantasy' watch, the homework needs to be written on real paper with a real pen, so that it can be reviewed and graded by the instructor on the second day.

The sound of turning the pages of the paper, the faint fragrance of ink, everything now is as if it was in a college class in the previous life, and Catherine, who has a lot of fame. In the Melmond Library, the rows of tall bookshelves and the overcrowded but unusually quiet reading area have a special familiarity and nostalgia for him, and the past is constantly jumping from the faint memory to the present, so that he can't help but think of the girl who used to smile sweetly, but when he tries to make the vague face in his memory clear and recognizable, he finds that it is Luna. Sorkins, the girl in his memory, watched him quietly, with a shy smile, wise eyes, and a looming resentment.

The distant memories of the previous generation had become more and more blurry, and when he tried to piece together these fragments of memory, he could not help but be entangled with the past events of this life, so that he could not distinguish between the true and the false.

Looking at the content of the book, his mind can think about the past, and it does not affect each other, for this kind of distraction and dual-use ability, he also felt strange at first, but as time went by, now he is gradually used to it, he is no longer willing to think about his inexplicable rebirth and everything about this possessed body as before, a voice in his heart has been constantly reminding him from the beginning that it will only make things worse.

"Ah...... Alas. The yawn in the silent room was different because of this changed tone, and Roger, who had fallen asleep after returning from physical training, finally woke up at this moment, and he seemed to be in good spirits after making up for sleep, but he deliberately yawned one after another.

"What's wrong again?" Jonny finally accosted after a third yawn.

"Why do you say again? I've tried to keep quiet since I came back so that you can get the most out of your bookworm state. Roger immediately expressed his displeasure.

"But that's not what your earth-shattering snoring says." Jonny told him. "So I had to whistle again to get them to stop......"

"What?" Roger was startled, then jumped up and rushed straight to the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water and flushing water, and then he returned to the bed.

"You're going to get prostate disease, JFK." He complained like Jonny. "Don't ruin my only advantage over you, for God's sake, jealousy is an unpardonable original sin."

"Anything can be forgiven." Jonny said.

"What?" Roger didn't understand.

"I mean, in the teachings of the Cult of God, anything can be forgiven if you are willing to sincerely repent." Jonny explained.

"Anything?" Roger slashed his finger across his neck in disbelief. "What about this?" He asked.

"Of course you can't commit suicide, because you can't repent, and as I just said, it's a prerequisite for being forgiven by God." Jonny then explained.

"Then you say anything." Roger, who grabbed the handle, was triumphant about this.

"Sounds like you're religious?" Jonny asked.

"Why do you say that?" Roger, who had just woken up, was obviously full of energy to the point of boredom at the moment, and he was still not satisfied with a word, and planned to continue to catch it.

"You know, like most of the citizens of the Silver Alliance in this city and Puxing, they believe that Yahweh is the creator and only god of this world, believe in his existence, and are happy to put him at the top of morality." Jonny's serious answer bore Roger, who purred and reclined on the bed with his hands behind his head.

"God knows me, but I don't know him." The blonde youth sounded a little frustrated. "The old man may have finally had some influence on me in this matter, the Clark family has been devout Yahweists for many generations, and the old house where I lived when I was a child even had a private church belonging to the family, but he was the only one who deviated from the scriptures and became an atheist, and I lost my false faith when I heard and saw it."

"How can a person be a believer if he thinks that God is illusory?" Jonny noted.

"But what about the feathered gods? That's not unreal, is it? The legend of the starship and the origin of the human race of the Martial Emperor are already recognized facts, so why are the streets full of believers in the gods? Roger then raised his doubts.

"You're on the point, Roger." Jonny smiled.

"Oh? I am? Roger was confused.

Perhaps only the boundless illusion can make this imaginary belief have infinite space. And a god who is too real seems to set some kind of boundary, so that everything is no longer unknown and mysterious. Jonny analyzed carefully. The miracle of creating starships and cybermen, single-handedly preventing the complete destruction of humanity at the moment of danger, is undoubtedly too specific to be real. ”

"What are you trying to say?" Roger had already heard something from his friend.

"It's not like a god can do it, it's more like a human being." Jonny told Roger with a smile. "A leader, a wise man, or rather, a hero."

"Feather God is not a god, but a human ......," Roger rolled his eyes and stared at the ceiling. actually said that he dared to say that the old man was deviant. He said to himself.