Dusk brings the day's glamour to say goodbye.

Elizabeth stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring another sunset, waiting for the next sun to rise.

Awu appeared behind her.

Without looking back, Elizabeth asked,

"Your dad has been busy lately?"

"Yes."

As if reporting work, Awu introduced,

"He would go out once a day, and on the way he would talk to different people, and just chat, and say something inexplicable. No one committed suicide except Michael... Isn't that a good thing?"

"I don't know, kid, I don't."

Elizabeth shook her head and said to herself,

"I never understood your father, and even if I pry his head open, it's hard to understand what he's thinking."

"Are you worried, Mother?"

Awu asked tentatively,

"You're worried about the last time it will happen again?"

The last time Arthur fell ill, the results were devastating.

He created a new script, uploaded to Brave New World, and ushered in the peak number of concurrent users, but also caused a disaster.

And the initiator, Arthur, escaped all sanctions because he was diagnosed with mental illness.

Of course, being mentally ill in case of indecision can be regarded as an old tradition of loving the Holy Family.

"Last time..."

Elizabeth recalled that terrible day, and there was fear in her eyes, like a pebble thrown from a tranquil lake, and ripples,

"Your father's creative rights have been withdrawn, and he can't create any scripts, let alone upload them to Brave New World... Instead of worrying about repeating the mistakes of the past, let's go and see the removal of the [Paradise Lost] script."

Ah Wu sighed and said helplessly,

"There are still 21.6 billion people who stay in this script and don't want to quit, we have closed the entrance to Paradise Lost, and people are leaving the pit every day, but the company can't last long if it goes on like this."

"If you can't hold on, you have to hold on."

Elizabeth turned sideways and glanced back at Awu,

"Don't think I don't know what you want to do, let him create another script to bring out all the people in Paradise Lost? You don't really think he's sick, he's a madman, an inexplicable madman, and you're pinning your hopes on a madman, and to be honest, I don't know who's more crazy."

Awu's face was bitter, and he also had his difficulties.

"Mother, you know, once Dad's illness is cured, what will he face!"

The world is technologically advanced and the laws are sound.

Mental illness, of course, can be exempted from some responsibility.

But after the mental illness is cured, the sins committed while awake need to be borne by themselves.

The only thing that is certain now is that Arthur was exceptionally sober when he wrote the script for Paradise Lost.

Confines more than half of the world's population to the world of scripts, leaving them in a cognitive barrier, unable to distinguish between reality and virtual...

Arthur couldn't bear this charge.

Awu didn't tell Arthur about it, and Elizabeth certainly couldn't hide it.

"That doesn't make him write the script anymore!"

Elizabeth's voice became stern,

"Then it's better to kill him! Don't think it's messy enough?!"

Awu's lips squirmed a few times, as if he wanted to say something, and whatever rebuttal was slightly pale in front of the facts.

A moment later, Awu took out a document from his bosom and brought it to Elizabeth,

"Actually, there's a solution..."

Leaving the papers, Awu turned and left, leaving the choice to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth's eyes fell on the document - "On Arthur Edward's plea agreement, in exchange for cloning permission for pardon..."

On the document, there are already several signatures.

Arthur

His own signature, the signature of Arthur's child Aw.

With one last signature left, the document would take effect immediately, and Arthur would be able to get rid of all charges at the simple price of allowing the Federation to legally clone Arthur.

Elizabeth's face flashed with a fierce look, and she threw the papers into the fire.

The fire flickered on her face, and a crazy thought grew in the dark corner of Elizabeth's heart...

If... Is what Arthur said true?

Is Arthur crazy, or is the world crazy?

Arthur didn't know either.

He was sitting in a coffee shop with a laptop in front of him.

Across from Arthur sat a young man, his fingers trembling rapidly, and every strand of hair on his head flickering faintly, very busy.

"No one uses a laptop these days, old fellow."

When the young man was done, he took the time to take out a lollipop,

"Are you really Arthur, real people are not as handsome as they imagined."

Arthur didn't defend anything, but asked rhetorically,

"Are you really a hacker, I suspect I've found the wrong person."

"Look who can't afford it!"

The young man rolled his eyes,

"Back then, the anti... Anyway, I have the highest level of this group of people, and if you don't look for me, there will be no one else!"

Seeing that Arthur still didn't believe it, the young man pinched a strand of hair to his fingertips and introduced,

"See, an external brain, it's not a bargain for ordinary people, in words you can understand, every hair I have is a supercomputer, don't underestimate this thing, it's already the limit for ordinary people to carry ten such hairs, even if it's a world record, it's only less than 500!"

The young man shook his hair, and all the strands of hair shone at this moment.

"Now, you know what I'm talking about, right?"

"Understood."

Arthur nodded,

"You're bald, it's a hair transplant."

Youngster:......

"Anyway, I'm a hacker, I don't have the wrong nickname, besides, can you get someone else to help you with what you're going to do?"

The young man put a black and white hat on his head and whistled.

Trying to hack the servers of Brave New World is not an easy task.

Even if it's him, it takes a lot of effort.

Before that, the hacker wanted to talk about the pay.

"I said, what do you call it?"

The hacker asked tentatively,

"Master?"

Arthur modestly said,

"Just call me Arthur, or call me Daddy if you don't mind."

The hacker automatically ignored the second half of the sentence.

There was no way to determine the identity of the other party, so the hacker had to change the topic.

"I want to see the Prophet."

"No."

Arthur rejected the other outright.

The power of prophecy is very useful, and Arthur needs it.

After leaving Brave New World, Arthur had the abilities of more than two thousand people, which he could use with impunity at the expense of others.

During this time, he has already sent out the people he brought out.

However, some key abilities, Arthur still has in his hands.

On the one hand, it is for self-preservation, and on the other hand, it is also for the plan to go smoothly.

Let the prophet out in advance, and things will get out of hand, which is not what Arthur wants to see.

"Okay."

The hacker changed his condition,

"I'm looking for someone, his name is a hacker, and his skill level is a little worse than mine..."

"Cannibalism is forbidden."

"I wasn't going to kill him!"

"It's not okay to be stupid."

Hack:......

"I sometimes wonder,

We may really be the same person."

The hacker's plan fell through, and he could only delay asking for payment.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about doing it directly to Arthur.

However, there is no hope in sight.

Today's Arthur has at least the abilities of [Sabbath], [Death], and [Prophet].

Combined, these three abilities make for a truly invincible creature.

"Look at this glass of water, after I take it away, you will forget everything, and you will not remember it until the next time we meet..."

The hacker listened to the familiar and unfamiliar words, and sighed,

"This ability is not serious, whose ability?"

"Forsaken, you're asking for the sixth time."

After saying that, Arthur removed the water glass, and the hacker's eyes were slightly glazed, and after a short period of dissipation, he focused again.

He wondered why he was in this coffee shop.

In the corner, Arthur watched the hacker leave before reappearing.

This is the first time Arthur and the hacker have met, and he needs the hacker's ability, but he also needs to protect himself.

This world is more dangerous than the brave new world.

If it's dead, it's going to be bad.

Arthur did not let the Grim Reaper go, even though the Grim Reaper had the power to bring the dead back to life.

There aren't many abilities he still has left, and each one of them is tricky, and it can affect the whole body.

However, there is a guy who can be sent out first...

Thinking of this, Arthur walked out of the café, flagged down a taxi, and headed for the cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

The cemetery of this era is very distinguishing and can fully reflect everyone's way of life.

There are traditional cemeteries, and there are avant-garde ones.

Arthur saw a tomb and showed a person's life in the form of a specimen, starting from the fertilized egg, every important change, every period, cloned and made into a specimen, like a slice of life, until death.

There are also people on the grave with something like a QR code, scan the code to enter, and you can see the most worthy thing to show off in his life.

Arthur didn't stop and went all the way, as if looking for something.

Finally, he stopped in front of a grave.

The tombstone bears a simple name - Ponger Jager.

Ludon of the Divine State is also the work of Arthur, and Ponge is naturally his fictional character.

There are indeed many giants in the state of God, and Arthur mixed several of them together to create Pong, but the name Ponger is based on reality, Arthur's best friend and Awu's godfather.

Why is Ponge not an eternal?

Arthur's answer to this question when he was mad was that the haughty Ponger had rejected eternal life, and the number of places for eternal life was limited.

For Elizabeth and others, the real reason is simple: before Arthur wrote the script, Ponger was dead.

There is no eternal life for the dead.

Arthur's theories at the time of his illness were full of holes, but he was able to make up all sorts of bizarre theories to fill in these holes.

Fortunately, not many people believed.

Arthur crouched down, placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the grave, and whispered something as if to say something to his old friend who had died.

"Rest in peace."

Arthur stood up and faced the evening breeze,

"I hope you can find the Grim Reaper on the Yellow Springs Road."

With that, Arthur turned and left, and as twilight fell, the night was like a pack of running dogs biting at the light and reclaiming the land.

In front of Pong's grave, a wave of darkness poured out, engulfing the flowers.

Silence returns.

...

Everyone has a different choice, some choose to travel far, and some choose to stay and watch.

The Senate was filled with cheerful air.

How to describe the level of the Senate in one sentence?

Number One is the wisest patriarch here.

He succeeded in doing so, and he was left in a nest

。

Under the leadership of No. 1, many Ludengs have advanced by leaps and bounds on the road of the veterans.

There is only more pendulum, not the most pendulum.

"The Patriarch of the Patriarchs! Here's a notice from you, the director of Paradise Lost, informing you to go to a meeting!"

No. 1 threw away the honey water, grabbed the notice, and scolded,

"This thing was a month ago! Why did you tell me now?!"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and start thinking about how to shake the pot.

Number One had already scolded and driven out.

There are only two or three shrimp soldiers and crabs left in Paradise Lost, so there is nothing to worry about.

But

Then again.

No matter how many people there are in the Senate, they are all pig teammates, and they don't have a problem!

No. 1 hurried back to Paradise Lost, saw the director of the garden, and sent a cordial greeting.

"Old fellow, you're not dead yet!"

"I won't die if you die."

The director leaned on crutches and motioned for One to sit down.

"You're just in time."

Just about?

Number One was a little surprised, wasn't this notice sent a month ago?

On Sunday, I brought two cups of tea, one with honey,

"I'll just say send him a message a month in advance, that's right."

Obviously, he predicted the patriarch.

What's even worse is that he was right.

Number One rolled his eyes, ignoring Sunday's taunts, and asked,

"What the hell, I'm busy over there, several games... I mean the meeting! I've pushed for several meetings!"

The director slowly took out a tablet and put it in front of No. 1,

"This is the total number of players in Brave New World, three years ago, when the masters left, there were still more than 30 billion players in Brave New World, and in three years, there are only more than 20 billion players left."

One glanced at the data and said nonchalantly,

"Abandoned the pit, is there anything strange?"

"If only it was to abandon the pit, that would be fine."

The principal continued,

"Luden's cloning speed is also slowing down, and you don't know how long it's been since there have been newcomers in your Senate."

"The real trouble is that there's something wrong with the experts."

Sunday added,

"Specialists can't develop a lightspeed ship, not even a replica of the previous version, and even the spare part of the warehouse is inexplicably invalid."

The population of Brave New World has decreased, the area has shrunk, and the light-speed ships that can escape this world have mysteriously failed.

Four words: internal and external troubles...

"Can't you let me live a stable life for the rest of my life?"

Number One sighed, rubbed his face, and decided to give an important opinion,

"What do you think?"

If you are undecided, ask someone first.

Voting is always the last vote, which side has more people to choose which...

This is the law of survival of One.

On the bright side, everyone else is his external brain.

"The next time I had a chance to leave, I would leave with Paradise Lost."

The director stared at No. 1 and said in a cold voice,

"It's just that before I leave, I have one last question for you."

Number One was confident, and put his feet on the table,

"You ask!"

No matter what question the principal asks, he will answer that he doesn't know!

"I dug up two bodies of Ludon in Paradise Lost, one of them is very interesting, he has a scar on his neck and his head is reversed, according to the surveillance restore, these two bodies were buried by your own hands."

The director's gaze was like a sharp arrow, nailing No. 1 to the plank, unable to move,

"One, do you have anything to explain?"

He had at least three words to say.

One's body was stiff, his hands and feet were cold, and his heart almost stopped.

After a while, he held back a sentence,

"Principal, that guy asked me to bring you a message..."