"Are you sure you're leaving? Do you want to see her again? ”

Standing under a street lamp on the street, two middle-aged men looked at the figure in the distance and chatted softly. The middle-aged man on the left wears black-rimmed glasses, and his writing is quiet, like a school teacher. The middle-aged man on the right is dressed in black, his face is expressionless, and even when he speaks, he doesn't seem to want to move an inch of extra facial skin.

"Let's go, meeting her in this life is already my greatest happiness."

The black-framed middle-aged man watched his other self disappear into the corridor and sighed softly. Although except for the memories of the past, that person is almost the same as herself, and it should be able to give her the happiness she wants. However, deep down in his heart, there is always some reluctance.

"Will she know?"

"A woman's intuition can sometimes go beyond the boundaries of science, so, what do you say?"

The expressionless middle-aged man gave an ambiguous answer. So the middle-aged man in black knew. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let out a long breath.

"Let's go."

As if that sentence turned on a switch in an instant, the expressionless middle-aged man glanced sideways at the glasses middle-aged man beside him and nodded. In the next second, the figures of the two men suddenly disappeared from the street, as if they had never existed.

Crossing, traveling. Living on Earth taught Gastens a very simple truth, the more developed a society or technology, the farther it can advance in the same amount of time. He spent more than 40 years learning about the earth and its technology. He prefers a world where everyone can use science, create science, and advance science rather than his world dominated by a magister. It's just that even the vision he has experienced on Earth still can't understand what method the existence around him used to bring himself from that planet to the place where it all began.

Where it all began. When he died from the battlefield and regained consciousness there, he was ignorant and unaware of the power he had encountered. Now, knowing a little bit about technology, he is more aware of the difficulty of implementing it.

It was a land of ignorance, almost completely away from the existing knowledge system of mankind, and in that land he had met with his own salvation.

"We are not gods, nor are we your salvation", the man walking in front of Gastens is dressed in coarse cloth clothes and stepping on a pair of straw sandals. Beneath them, the grass was lush and green, and the black earth caved as they went, sticking more black dirt to their feet, to their boots.

"However, I thought I was dead, and this was not a battlefield. Where am I now? Who are you? ”

Gastens asked cautiously. Relying on martial prowess and natural cunning, he became a major, and all he had in his head was knowledge about the land and warfare. He was familiar with the heavy steam pack, the rough handle of the knife, and the feel and sound of the blade slicing into the flesh of the enemy. But the person in front of him, everything he has experienced now, is beyond the scope of his knowledge.

"These questions don't matter", the man turned his head, Fang Fang's face barely featured, "You're a major, an officer, aren't you?" ”

"Yes, the commander of the first company of the 3rd Regiment of the 3rd Division of the 5th Army Corps in the Western Theater of Operations, Gastens Warren."

Speaking of his rank, Gastens was full of pride. It is really not easy for a serf like him, a humble thing with no background, to get to this point.

"I'm an officer, too," the man in the coarse cloth robe smiled as he walked forward, leaving only his back for Gastens. Gastens followed quickly, and around him was an endless monotonous grassland, with no trees, no flowers, no men, no animals, only a lawn that seemed to cover the whole world, lush.

"I'm an officer," the man in front of him repeats softly, "we are going through a war with a simple purpose, but history is no longer traceable. And you, the soldier we have chosen. One, recruits. ”

"To go to war? And with whom? How to fight? What about salary? ”

Although he is in a strange place, and even life and death are not clear, Gastens is naturally cunning, so he gets to the heart of the matter.

"Huh."

The middle-aged man laughed twice, "You still can't understand it, but we didn't choose you because you were good at begging for military salaries." ”

With that, the middle-aged man stopped, turned around, and looked directly at Gastens.

"Gastens Warren, in your just-ended life, you have suffered from your serfdom and sympathize with the lowly like you. You try your best to help them, but you lose more than you win. You don't know why you're a different species from the same human race, and you don't know how to save and change the situation. You disguise yourself, grovel and climb up without your life, but you still haven't forgotten your original purpose. Do you want to save your kind, change your country, and let people like you never suffer from that fate? ”

Gastens Warren was silent. He looked at the man in front of him, curious as to how he knew what he thought, but was finally relieved. To resurrect one's dead self and to own or create such a world, what is the need to hide oneself in the face of such a being?

"I think."

Gastens gave his answer, and then asked.

"Why?"

His question was simple, but the answer was never found. Why, they can only be lowly, while those people are always high. As human beings, is there really a so-called difference between the innate noble and the low, and the difference between high and low blood?

"I know the answer, but I can't tell you."

The man gave Gastens a reply, "If you want to know, you can go and see for yourself." ”

"I want to see, I want to know."

Gastens' answer was short and high-pitched, a way peculiar to the military. The best response he can make to a god who also claims to be an officer is to treat the people of the army with the courtesy of the army.

"Very well, then you go, I'm looking forward to your answer."

After the middle-aged man's words, Gastens's consciousness fell into darkness. And the life named Shi Sheng also began at the same time.

Although it is not turbulent, it hides the truth.

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When he regained consciousness, Gastens found himself standing in a starry sky, above his head and under his feet, as far as the eye could see. He stood in the void, helpless.

"Welcome back, recruit."

The middle-aged man I saw last time appeared in front of Gastens, his face was still the same, but his clothes were changed to a suit, which is a style that can be seen everywhere on the earth.

"Now that you're given that background, you should be able to understand that, right?"

Gastens nodded, and went straight in.

"What are you? How can I save my kind? ”

"Haven't you already found your way in that world?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, turned around, and Gastens looked at his movements, his eyes were full of starry sky, countless brightness, and countless darkness.

"Go back to my world and start a proletarian revolution? Will you help me? What kind of help can I get and what kind of tasks do I have? What do you mean by war? ”

The question had been lingering in Gastens' mind for decades, and now it was thrown out with a bit of emptiness. Gastens looked forward to the answer, but was terrified of it. What he wants, what he can give, can he really get what he wants?

"How about we can reincarnate you back to the time when you were born in the original world, give you a lifetime, and let you start a revolution?"

The middle-aged man did not answer all the questions of the Gastens.

"As for the rest of what you want to know, I'll tell you when you're done."

Task ......

Gastens pondered for a moment, "Do you mean to promote a proletarian revolution in my world?" ”

The middle-aged man nodded, still with that amiable smile.

"But ......"

Gastens has actually thought about it countless times. Rebirth and returning to be a pioneer of the revolution was also within his consideration. He already has a more mature idea about this.

"My name, those messages, do I have three chances?"

Gastens asked softly. The memories and messages that accompanied his rebirth, as well as his seemingly destined name, made him speculate.

"Well, after all, we can't just throw a serf officer who is backward in the world to Earth", the middle-aged man's eyes were appreciative, "You can be reborn three times, Earth is the first, and there are two more." Generally speaking, you need a lifetime to fulfill your long-cherished wish and then enjoy a lifetime of vacation. After that, you will become our official soldier and join the war. ”

"Can I spend both lives on the mission?"

Gastens's eyes were bright, and he understood the history of the Earth Revolution, and he had a clearer understanding of the revolution in his own world. It's just a lifetime, but he can't do what he wants to do.

"Yes, it's your own choice, do you have to work even if you give up your vacation? What a welcome quality. ”

The middle-aged man was still smiling like that, and the starry sky around him was quiet and indifferent.

"That's good," Gastens proposed, "I need to be reborn twice, the first time, I will become a magister and write about communism, and the second time, I will be the forerunner and start the communist revolution." I chose this because it takes a long time for the world to understand the theory of revolution from its birth to its application. And in the world where I am, there is not even a decent bourgeoisie. I need time to nurture them, to nurture the working class, to cultivate a contingent and an audience for my revolution. ”

"I don't have an opinion on your plan, I only look at your results."

The middle-aged man still smiled like that, "Your world has just experienced the third great demon tide, and your work will promote the fourth great demon tide to break out." The Fourth Great Tide will destroy magic. You already know all this knowledge. You may not have a lot of time, can you? ”

"Yes."

Gastens smiled and went on to offer his second condition.

"I hope to have a chance to unleash my magic after the third great demon tide, so that I don't encounter uncontrollable setbacks."

"I believe in communism, but I still hope that magic will save the world", the middle-aged man looked at Gastens with interest, "Contradictory humanity." ”

"A forbidden spell, it's the best insurance I can think of."

Gastens did not waver, he did not feel that he was a great man, nor did he feel that he would be able to succeed. If you don't leave yourself behind, you can only prove your arrogance and ignorance.

"Allowing you to release your magic after the Third Great Demon Tide will accelerate the transformation of the underlying laws of the world", the middle-aged man showed a slight curiosity, "Your killer weapon is not without a price, and the time left for you will be shorter." It's up to you to decide what to do. ”

"I've figured it out."

The information had already been engraved into Gastens's mind, and his plan had already been decided. Talking to middle-aged people now is just making the final confirmation. He is not a great man, nor is he the protagonist, only he can do the best. As for whether or not you can succeed, you can only do your best and obey the destiny of heaven. That's all.

"Good."

The middle-aged man walked forward, the starry sky disappeared, and the boundless grassland familiar to Gastens reappeared, green grass and a gentle breeze. If it is on earth, it must be a fascinating tourist destination.

"I have one more question," Gastens asked, "will my rebirth change my original world?" If it changes, won't I be able to die on the battlefield? How do you solve the paradox of time? ”

"Human imagination is always one step ahead of technology", the middle-aged man replied, "The imagination of the earth's civilization is indeed rare, and with their technical level, it is rare to think of the paradox of time." ”

"So, what's the answer?"

Gastens pursued relentlessly. He was really curious, if what he had changed was just a parallel world, or a virtual world, what was the point of his actions?

"In a language you can understand", the middle-aged man added a prefix, "the river itself is normal." And finding your fish out of the river and catching it is equivalent to building a dam in the river. Before the point of your death, the current of water is restrained by the power of the fisherman, and after the point of your death, the current of water that has been restrained is released again, and it rushes like a tide. Until the outside influence of the fisherman disappears, nothing you can do to the past or the future can change the river itself. And when the influence is gone, the river will return to its original state, and all the changes you make to history will be frozen in that moment. ”

"Something like shutting down the system, overhauling it, and then going live all at once?"

Gastens pouted, "I thought you were going to tell me that time isn't linear or anything from your dimension. ”

"From my dimension", the middle-aged man smiled, "using known knowledge to speculate on the unknown, you can only touch the elephant blindly, so why bother with the details." Do you still have questions? If not, I wish you all the best. ”

Gastens nodded and closed his eyes.

All the information about the meadow and the meadow disappeared from his consciousness.

Only darkness remains.