I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1261 Perfect Ending
"Let everyone move closer first..."

"And Liu Xiaoliang, let him come over here last."

Martin kept touching different figures, entering that frozen space-time, and adjusting the position of each figure.

The development of history is not independent; sometimes adjusting one figure will change the positions of others, which requires Martin to make constant fine adjustments.

He experienced the bursts of that power time and time again, and was overwhelmed by it each time, while the figure drew ever closer.

"All done, now it's Liu Xiaoliang's turn..."

Martin walked a short distance away and touched the figure that belonged to Liu Xiaoliang once again.

The lake water flowed backward, and dust once again clung to his face. Martin strode confidently, and amidst the astonished gazes of the others, walked up to the person in charge.

"What are you doing?" the person in charge asked in confusion, Liu Xiaoliang's behavior was really too strange.

"I'll be back to rescue you soon," Liu Xiaoliang said calmly, his face full of confidence.

"Save us?" The person in charge was increasingly confused.

The sound of the horn drowned out their conversation.

Liu Xiaoliang found a suitable spot, turned his head, and looked in the direction of the explosion.

When you experience the same despairing event many times, you stop feeling afraid; that's how strong the human capacity for endurance is.

When I was a child, I thought failing exams was a terrible thing, but later in college, when I was failing a lot of courses, I wasn't afraid at all.

When I was a child, I couldn't imagine what kind of punishment I would receive for being late. In college, if I overslept, I would just keep sleeping. If the teacher happened to call my name, they would just say, "How unlucky you are."

Humanity's ability to discard its "bottom line" and constantly raise its tolerance threshold is a way to maintain mental stability. If the bottom line for enduring setbacks and despair were constant, humanity would have perished long ago.

Once the window is "broken," there's nothing left to worry about.

Opening up is the best way for humans to deal with things they cannot bear.

Liu Xiaoliang, controlled by Martin, was facing the explosion point with his arms outstretched.

Like Rose on the Titanic, or like Jesus being tortured...

Icebergs and punishment are imminent, yet humanity still wears a smile.

Martin couldn't wait for the explosion to happen, for destruction to come quickly, because hope lies hidden behind despair.

"Boom!"

A devastating wave of destruction swept over us, a judgment upon humanity, determining whether we were worthy of existing in this world.

The twenty people present were all covered and stripped away by that force.

The world disappeared again, and infinite "emptiness" replaced everything that should have been there.

Martin was no longer afraid, no longer terrified by this profound despair.

He accepted it calmly, as if facing a gentle breeze.

The sound of the waves echoed in his ears. He knew that the waves would not drown him, but would slowly recede, retreating back into the sea of ​​despair, while he would still stand firmly on the shore, embracing hope and enduring on...

In the lake, twenty figures stood in neat rows.

They didn't look in the direction of the explosion, but instead looked at the figure with outstretched arms.

When destruction and despair came, people did not look in the direction of the impending doom, but looked at the cross in the crowd. The figure in the crowd was extremely calm, and even those who looked at him found inner peace.

The thunder roared in their ears, and sandstorms obscured their once clear vision. Doomsday was approaching humanity, yet humanity was gazing at itself.

No longer do we look at that despairing disaster, no longer do we listen to that deafening thunder. When everything becomes empty, humanity is left with only itself.

The body and consciousness were swallowed by the void, but some things that could not be swallowed remained.

Hope is something that will remain even if everything else disappears.

Because hope is born from nothingness.

It is the anticipation of "possession" that gives rise to hope. It's like a spark that rises out of nowhere in the darkness.

……

As the waves of despair receded, Martin reached out his hand again. This time, he didn't immediately touch the figure in front of him. Instead, he began to call out to his own heart, where his "comrades" resided.

In an instant, nineteen identical figures emerged from his body—other "Martins." They were overlapping beings, existing within Martin even in this dreamless world.

Or perhaps they are him; they have been here since he came into this world.

Nineteen identical "Martins" walked up to the nineteen figures and stood in the calm lake water together with the original Martin.

There were twenty people in total, twenty figures. They didn't need to communicate or count down. They just quietly reached their hands into the figures at the same time.

"Boom!"

Twenty explosions overlapped, causing the earth to tremble.

The lake water rose and turned into dark clouds.

The sun sets, and dust fills the sky.

The mine carts made a racket in the distance, but there was no noisy conversation nearby.

Everyone was silent; the person in charge did not say "send the preparation signal."

Everyone had only one thought in their minds: "Run!"

There was no sound of horns, only the sound of footsteps on the ore. All twenty people were running with all their might, running without regard for anything else.

The consciousnesses of the twenty Martins were connected, and their thoughts became purer than ever before.

They were like ancient humans running through a dark forest, with wild beasts chasing them. They couldn't see the road ahead, sharp stones pierced their feet, and unseen branches struck their bodies. It seemed as if everything around them was against them.

The smell of blood filled their nostrils, and the wounds on their bodies first caused excruciating pain, then gradually became numb. Even when they fell, they scrambled to their feet. They had finally evolved to walk upright, and they couldn't afford to fall down again at this moment.

They were not alone; the sound of their companions breathing filled their ears, a comforting sound in the darkness.

They didn't know what lay ahead, but their hearts were filled with hope.

It could be a cave, a mountain wall, or a slope—anything will do, as long as they can get there, they can come back to life, no matter what it is, but the prerequisite is that they keep "running".

"run!"

“Sprint!”

"jump!"

They forgot about time, forgot about the wild beasts they were chasing, forgot everything, only remembered themselves, only remembered running.

Even the terrifying roars of wild beasts could not shake their will.

After running for an unknown amount of time, a flash of light suddenly appeared in front of them.

That is hope!

Their legs gained momentum, and they ran forward, rushing into the flames...

"So warm."

The firelight tore through the darkness and rescued them from the crisis.

But in reality, it wasn't the firelight that saved them, but their longing for the firelight that saved them.

The wild beasts behind them were frightened by the firelight and gradually moved away.

They succeeded!
They counted the number of people in the group: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... a total of twenty people, not one was missing, they had all escaped!

They passed the test of darkness and achieved a perfect ending!

(End of this chapter)