Russell has now obtained the identity of "Seron", and the resources and currency on the island of happiness have become a meaningless number for him. For example, things like personal firewalls, which are strictly based on money, have already been fully filled.

— but when that voice rang in Russell's ears at this moment, his firewall was completely unwarned.

It wasn't that the computing power paralyzed Russell's firewall, nor did it find a loophole and drill in. Instead, it uses a high-dimensional technology that is completely unrecognizable by Russell's firewall.

"I'm the guardian of Taoyuan Island... Kübler didn't really want to see you, so I came for her."

Zhu Rong's voice was calm and warm: "After all, you ate Sailun, and she has a very good personal relationship with Sailun. She thinks she may not be objective enough when she sees what you say, mixing unnecessary personal emotions into her evaluation."

It wasn't just any synthesized electronic sound. Its ups and downs and tone are completely inaudible to the mechanical component. It's like a real human being, and you can even taste the subtle complex emotions and subtexts from it.

Russell just listened to his voice and felt as if he had hallucinated a concrete image.

It is like a mature man with sparse stubble, short sleeves or shirts, a sunny and cheerful smile, and patience and wisdom. He has a sunny smell on him, and his gentle qualities are reminiscent of the kind of good old man who always sings red faces to the children in kindergarten teachers.

"Another reason is that I'm really interested in you, too. Eggs of Dusk, people of the other world, heroes of ultramarine

"-well, let's talk first."

Zhu Rong made no secret of his kindness.

It twisted slowly, and the toothy door of the cabin slowly opened.

From a distance, it looked like it was just a small door. If you take a picture from Russell's angle, it will be a huge "H". And the gate is just a small dot in the center of the bar in the middle.

But it wasn't until the Tower of Babel flew closer that Russell realized how spacious it was. So much so that at least ten "Tower of Babel" can be allowed to fly directly into it in a horizontal row.

As Russell and Flower Touch flew into the cabin and slowed down, the lights inside were turned on in rows.

The interior of the ship, which was originally dim, became brightly lit in an instant.

The Tower of Babel gradually descended and rested on the ground.

There was a row of stairs rising directly from the ground, just enough for Russell to easily walk down from the inside. When Russell and Flower Touch reached the surface, the staircase also dived and disappeared automatically.

The "Tower of Babel", which was not operated by Russell and Flower Touch, reversed course and drove to another place.

"Don't worry."

Zhu Rong's gentle voice sounded directly in Russell's ears: "I'll drive it up and charge it, otherwise it may be a little difficult for you to go back."

"And when you move on land later, it's not appropriate for you to drive it. Isn't it?"

"Where are we going to meet?"

Russell raised his head and shouted from inside the empty hull.

His voice echoed, but there was no response. There are no people here, not even androids and robots.

At this moment, a huge wall next to Russell rippled like water and gradually became transparent.

A middle-aged man in a crimson robe, with black hair and fiery eyes, and a pair of dragon horns on his head, smiled and emerged from it.

He even adjusted his angle in the camera, turning his face left and right as if he were looking in a mirror, to see if the beard on his face was clean.

He stretched out his index finger and scraped his face with a subtle scraping sound.

Then, Zhu Rongcai raised his head and looked at the "camera".

"If you want to see me, you can do it anywhere. Strictly speaking, the real 'me' is not on land, but in the core of Taoyuan Island. What you just saw from the outside is just a shell of me."

"Intellectual AI?"

Russell muttered

Said: "The God of Light of the Chu people, the god of enlightenment who bestows the fire on mortals, and the fire of the south is wishing the Red Emperor of the Rong clan."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Zhu Rong's eyes lit up: "Do you actually know my name? Although I know that you must be from a parallel earth..... you must be from an even more ancient era."

"Sort of."

Russell sighed, feeling a little emotional, "It's been a long time since I've heard the word 'earth.'"

"Actually, if you want me to say, there's no need to strangle the past history so deadly."

Zhu Rong clasped his hands to his chest: "When people forget history, they forget the glory of the past. Without that sense of culture, there is no identity.

"Speaking of which, Russell. As 'ancient people, what do you think of these 'future people'?"

"..... depravity, stupidity, absurdity, madness."

Russell didn't hesitate to give a bunch of negative words.

But after a brief silence, he added softly, "But it's not that different from my time..... actually.

"People are still running around for life, they quarrel over trivial things, they get jealous and hateful about meaningless things. There are also people who sacrifice their lives for others, and do their best to live in order to prove the brilliance of life.

"There are those who live and just live; There are people who die for something greater than life; There are also those who are trying to live for as many people as possible.

"We lived on earth then, but it was no different from the society on the Sky Island today. And at that time, I had nothing else, nothing else... Even if I want to help others, I can only donate a little money piecemeal—maybe less than the change for a meal. Because if you have too much, it will be distressing."

At that time, I was just a mediocre mortal.

It's not so much about having more than enough heart and not enough power... It's better to say that I don't even dare to think about that "heart".

"—I love the world."

Russell looked up, and his voice became clear and bright: "Because it gives me the possibility – it gives me, who is so ordinary, the possibility to change the world.

"Since the world kisses me with love....I will return the favor with a song."

"....It sounds like your original world has been infected by dreams." The smile on Zhu Rong's face faded a little.

He sighed and sighed under his breath, "Sure enough, there are not many worlds in this universe that have not been crawled by dreams."

"A perfectly clean world..... is the ideal land without hatred and jealousy?"

Russell asked, "Does that kind of world really exist?"

"Yes."

Zhu Rong nodded: "Theoretically, if you are not infected by 'dreams, then' self, this concept should not be born." Individuals, deliberately harming and destroying the 'group' with their own desires alone—not in order to obtain a strong heredity or more resources for survival, but simply to kill others....this is a special phenomenon that should not exist."

"....It sounds like living in the Garden of Eden without eating the fruit of wisdom."

"Ah, I know. It's a myth from Gabriel's side, right?"

Zhu Rong was a little surprised: "You are very knowledgeable—in the original world, were you a scholar who studied ancient mythology?"

Hearing this, Russell's eyes widened slightly.

He reacted immediately.

"..... your myths and legends, have you lost them?"