My Doomsday Train.

Chapter 335 "Then why aren't you dead yet?" (Seeking monthly votes)
The news of the "Heavenly Palace" began to spread like wildfire in the Nami civilization, almost unstoppable, and more and more people learned about it.

But almost instantly.

This message can no longer be seen anywhere on the internet, and the account IDs of everyone who knew about it have been locked by the AI ​​mastermind, and a forced silencing order has been issued, with the punishment intensity set to Level 1 alert.

An advanced civilization.

Not only will they have stronger attack methods, but many things will also develop in multiple ways, such as public opinion control.

In areas where the news spread widely, full alert was maintained.

The planet where "Tiangong" is located has been placed on global alert at the highest level. All communication with the outside world has been cut off, all wormhole entrances and exits have been blocked, and all contact with the outside world has been completely severed.

This level of martial law is classified as Level 1 combat readiness martial law.

This often indicates that an incident has occurred within a civilization that could potentially overturn it.

It only appeared twice in the history of the Nami civilization.

The first time was when the Nami civilization advanced from a level four civilization to a level five civilization.

The second time was when the current leader of the Nami civilization launched a revolution, causing turmoil at the top.

The third time is now.

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The person in charge of "Fengtian Auction House," an elderly man who looked slightly old, stood by the window, sensing the changes in the outside world. He remained silent with a complex expression, having his own channels of information.

When a person possesses a large amount of wealth...

Even if he doesn't want to do anything, a lot of people will come up to him, wanting to provide him with all sorts of services.

Any information.

He always finds out immediately whenever he wants to know.

All he needed to give up was a small amount of wealth; money was the last thing he needed.

He already knew the meaning of the patterns on the nine giant pillars of the "Heavenly Palace," and he also knew that even the most advanced spatial fluctuation detector of the Nami civilization could not detect any fluctuations.

This thing wasn't transported here via a wormhole, nor did it emerge from a pseudo-four-dimensional space, nor did it suddenly teleport here.

Just
It appeared in the sky above the planet in an extremely ordinary way.

There are no fluctuations.

The Nami Civilization is a Level 5 civilization, which is considered quite powerful even in the context of the entire universe. However, the Nami Civilization has no means to project an object into a certain area without any spatial fluctuations.

He felt more at ease than others.

He knows more information.

This celestial palace wasn't something a god-level civilization had set its sights on, nor was it something a civilization threw at them. It was merely a "cosmic gift" that had been attracted by his "desk." Theoretically speaking, this palace belonged to him.

at this time--

The desk lamp flickered slightly.

The old man immediately understood and returned to his desk, opened the drawer, and sure enough, there lay a new "cosmic forbidden item," but only...
His expression gradually turned grim, as if he had been drawn into a conspiracy.

This mysterious and unknown "desk" brought him a great deal of wealth.

This transformed him from an ordinary factory worker into a top-tier, reclusive conglomerate in the "Nami Civilization"!

No one knows exactly how much wealth he has.

All of this is because of this desk.

He had long understood that every gift from fate comes with a price tag, and nothing in this world is free. He knew that sooner or later, this "desk" would ask him for something, and he would be unable to refuse.

just
He never expected this day to come so soon, so very soon!

Inside the drawer lay an extremely antique brass key, only the size of a palm. In a drawer that was several tens of centimeters deep, it was very inconspicuous. The drawer of his desk was much larger than that of a normal desk and was flush with the ground.

The desk is not suspended in the air.

From a design perspective, this is not a desk suitable for normal human use.

He had no idea what the "brass key" was for.

But he's not a fool.

First comes the "unknown celestial palace," then the "brass key"—even a fool would connect the two.

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The old man's expression kept changing, looking grim. He had long thought that this day would come. Whatever the drawer might ask of him in the future, he would accept it. As long as his wife and children could live a good life, it would all be worth it.

but.
When that day actually comes...

He became somewhat unwilling again.

He had worked so hard to get to where he was today, and he was unwilling to be dragged into an unknown conspiracy like this!
The old man stood there silently for a long time, his face pale. After making a difficult decision, he walked to the bookshelf in the corner of the study, took out a book, turned to page 37, found a slightly raised word, and pressed it down.

next moment--

The study suddenly began to tremble slightly, and a dark passageway slowly appeared on the floor. The old man took a deep breath, walked to the desk, held it in his arms, and walked towards the passageway with some difficulty.

After penetrating dozens of meters underground.

The daytime lights on both sides of the passageway were turned on.

A conveyor belt was laid out on the ground. The old man placed his desk on the conveyor belt, then stood on it himself. After pressing a button next to it, the conveyor belt began to move forward quickly, carrying the old man and his desk, rushing into the depths of the passage.

A golden age of civilization.

Various technologies are emerging like mushrooms after rain.

The original blueprints for each component were developed.

People have even become accustomed to modes of transportation such as "space jump" and "wormhole travel." Without these means of transportation, humanity would not be able to develop in the vast universe, and even leaving our own planet by a light-year would be an unrealizable fantasy.

While this method is effective, it also leaves noticeable spatial fluctuations.

For secrecy.

He used this most primitive method.

Sometimes, being original means having fewer flaws.

This was a secret passage he built a long time ago, used to secretly move his "desk" in times of crisis. The "desk" was his life, the source of his success, and he could not live without it.

This secret passage cost him a great deal of money and energy.

All those involved in building this secret passage were assigned to an expedition team and sent to explore southern Xinjiang, where they were all lost forever in an accident.

The passageway was filled with a large number of accessories.

This ensures that only the most advanced radar can detect the tunnel, and that no one knows of its existence.

After one hour.

The conveyor belt slowly came to a stop and arrived at an open platform.

This is not the end.

However, the surrounding area was more spacious than the passageway we had come from, and there was a lot of equipment set up, as if it had been set up as a rest area.

The old man standing on the conveyor belt took another deep breath, hugged the desk to his chest, and then laboriously placed it on the "hydraulic press" in the corner.

After doing all this.

The old man finally let out a soft breath, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and slowly lit it.

In the passageway illuminated by daylight lamps, the old man's mouth held a candle that flickered like a dying flame. The smoke exhaled from his mouth first condensed and did not dissipate, but was then torn to shreds by the eerie wind in the passageway.

He took a very deep breath.

It was as if it wanted to swallow all the world's filth into its lungs, and when it exhaled again, the smoke meandered and lingered between its wrinkles.

I do not know how long it has been.

The cigarette ash fell silently onto his clothes. The old man glanced down at it, but didn't wipe it away; he just watched quietly.

He looked ahead at the gradually dissipating smoke, his eyes slightly moist, as if they had been stung by the smoke.

After a cigarette burns out.

The old man stubbed out his cigarette with his fingers, walked to the desk, took out the "brass key" from his pocket, threw it back into the drawer, closed the drawer one last time, then took the remote control button next to the "hydraulic press" and took a few steps back.

Looking at the desk lying quietly beneath the "hydraulic press," he remained silent for a long time before looking down at the red button in his hand and murmuring something.

Goodbye, old friend.

There are always moments of parting in life.

People only realize when they are dying that they are not as strong as they thought.

He always believed that he was not afraid of death.

But when the "desk" started to show signs of demanding more, he became afraid. He didn't want to be drawn into an unknown conspiracy, nor did he want to become a pawn. He felt that it was time for the gift of fate to end.

He won't need it anymore.

His current financial situation is already quite substantial, so even without a desk, it won't affect him too much.

next moment--

The old man resolutely pressed the red button in his hand.

The roar of the hydraulic press echoed throughout the passageway.

That simple, unadorned desk shattered almost instantly under the impact of the hydraulic press. The tabletop broke first, sending countless wood chips flying into the air. He had once hunched over this desk, writing down many of his visions for the future, and he had thought many times about passing it down to his son.

however.

At that moment, he destroyed his own desk.

It was left to be crushed under the pressure of the hydraulic press.

Men can be sentimental about an item that has been with them for a long time. The old man looked at the desk that was gradually crumbling, his eyes reddening slightly. But, at that moment!
The hydraulic press suddenly jammed.

The old man was slightly stunned. The roar of the machine in his ears did not stop. He pressed the red button in his hand a few more times, but the hydraulic press could not be pushed forward again. The desk in front of him had been destroyed by nearly half, and countless wood chips were flying in the air.

He manipulated the hydraulic press to reset it.

The desk, no longer compressed, collapsed to the side in an instant.

And this time.

Only then did he see the true appearance of the desk.

A look of horror flashed in the old man's eyes as he stared in disbelief at what he was seeing. The desk was just a disguise; when the outer desk was crushed by the hydraulic press, a refrigerator was revealed.
He strode forward.

After cleaning up all the sawdust and debris from the outside of the refrigerator, I carefully inspected it again and confirmed that it was indeed a refrigerator, at least from a human perspective, it could only be a refrigerator.

It's still a refrigerator without a door.

It was a modified refrigerator. He kept thinking he was pulling out a drawer, but he was actually just pulling out a refrigerator without a door from under his desk.

Somewhat skeptical, he tried a few more times and found that the refrigerator was exceptionally sturdy. The surface of the hydraulic press column was already pitted and uneven, but the refrigerator remained completely undamaged.

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After remaining silent for a long time, the old man left the refrigerator there and ignored it, then turned back to the conveyor belt and headed back the way he came.

Let's leave it here for now.

As for the key, he temporarily put it in the refrigerator.

After returning to the study.

Driven by a madman, he suddenly began asking his informant if they had discovered any locked doors or anything like that during their exploration of the "Heavenly Palace." However, he was told that they had only explored the edge of the palace so far and had not yet entered its depths.

Civilization ultimately chose exploration.

We have done everything we can to keep the messages out of reach.

But if an advanced civilization finds out, that advanced civilization will definitely assume that they have already explored it. In that case, why don't they explore it first? Maybe they can find some opportunities left behind by a god-level civilization, allowing them to leap to a level six civilization!
We've reached the fifth level of civilization.

For a civilization to advance steadily, it is generally difficult. Advancing a civilization often requires waiting for such an opportunity. Once such a great opportunity is obtained and used up, a "civilization explosion" will occur.

Actually, it's not that taking things one step at a time is not acceptable.

Theoretically speaking.

Assuming sufficient resources and enough time, all civilizations can steadily advance to level nine.

But here's where the problem lies.

Resources are not infinite, time is not infinite, and other civilizations will not stand idly by while you develop.
"There are many, many civilizations in the depths of the universe."

Inside the Stellar train, Teacher Qiu stood on the podium, looking down at the students below and explaining with a smile: "Currently known forms of civilization include train civilization, cultivation civilization, and insectoid civilization."

"Every form of civilization has its own advantages and disadvantages, but what are they all essentially?"

The students below the podium said in unison, "They are all utilizing 'core energy,' just using different methods."

"That's right."

"Train civilization is currently the mainstream form of civilization in the universe, and our 'human civilization' is in the form of train civilization. The advantage of this form of civilization is that, given sufficient resources, its development will be extremely rapid, changing almost daily."

"Everyone has experienced the apocalypse."

"Perhaps everyone feels that those days are long gone, right? But actually, only a few years have passed. In those few years, the pace of development of 'human civilization' has been extremely rapid."

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outside the classroom.

Accompanied by the old man and the others, Chen Mang stood outside the window, quietly watching the scene inside the classroom. This scene was merely a microcosm of human civilization; as civilization's strength increased, education was not neglected either.

just
Chen Mang turned his head to look at Lao Zhu: "Does Teacher Qiu usually draw out such long sounds when she speaks?"

"Uh," Old Pig touched his nose somewhat awkwardly, "maybe."

Chen Mang didn't say anything more about it. He had stopped thinking about the "Heavenly Palace" matter; that was a long time from now. What was in front of him now were the two most important things: the development of civilization and the Zerg civilization.

There is still no sign of a full-scale attack from the Zerg civilization.

He wasn't in a hurry either.

He hasn't finished mining yet, and now is not a good time to start a war.

Nothing happened today.

Let's also take a look at the development of each department.

Currently, every city in "human civilization" has an academy, but the academy located on the "Star Train" is the most advanced, with the highest level of both faculty and status.

The students who can study at the "Star Train" Academy are all selected through a series of rigorous processes, with criteria such as intelligence, character, and background. Those who pass through these selection processes and are able to sit here and listen to lectures are almost guaranteed to hold a position in human civilization in the future.

When the train was still in its final stages.

He had absolute control over the train.

He knew almost everything that happened in any corner of the train, but as the operation grew and the number of people increased, he became unaware of the developments in many places. His subordinates couldn't report everything to him, and many things weren't in his jurisdiction to be reported to him.

He needs to come down and take a look more often.

Only then can one truly understand the subtle changes inside the train and within the civilization, and to what extent it has developed, rather than just seeing strings of cold data on a screen.

The data provided by Xiao Ai is certainly accurate.

But it lacks a bit of human touch.

"Good."

Chen Mang nodded slightly outside the teacher's window, without going in to disturb the students' class. After touring the school with the principal, he left.

It is worth mentioning that.

The president of this prestigious "Stellar Academy," representing the highest level of human civilization, is someone I know.
"Master Mang, is there any further instruction?"

Uncle Li stood respectfully to the side, bowing and scraping.

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He turned his head slightly to look at Uncle Li beside him with a slightly strange expression. He had almost forgotten that there was such a person on the train. He had worked in resident statistics, served as the group leader of the breeding carriage, served as the accountant of "Neon City", and even studied "zombie spawning cages".

They're considered veterans of the train crew.

From the very beginning of the Stellar's establishment, the residents' ID numbers have been within three digits, making them an absolutely veteran team.

But the train has developed too fast. Many old fellows have gradually lost their place on the train and have slowly faded into the crowd. He has always maintained an observer's attitude towards this. The capable rise to the top. This is the natural law of development. Human intervention does not necessarily lead to better results.

He had assumed that Uncle Li would do the same.

He gradually stepped down to the second line, doing some small business on "Blue Planet," which was not bad. But unexpectedly, he quietly became the principal of "Stellar Academy," a position and status that was not low.

Who made the personnel appointments?

Chen Mang turned his head to look at the old pig beside him.

"I made the personnel appointments," Old Pig hurriedly explained. "When we were selecting the principal, we found several candidates."

"There's Teacher Qiu, who's always been a teacher on the train, the professor we met on the planet Blue, and a few other people, as well as Uncle Li."

"After evaluation of work ability, character, qualifications and work experience, etc., Li Shu won."

"I believe that as the most powerful academy in human civilization, the future graduates of 'Stellar Academy' will all be taking on management positions. Their loyalty to you, Master Mang, and the Stellar is of paramount importance. Uncle Li has a long tenure on the train and is also extremely loyal to you, Master Mang, and the Stellar."

"I reported this in a weekly email briefing."

"is it?"

“Yes,” Xiao Ai, standing to the side, said quietly, “I can confirm that.”

He remembered clearly that when Master Mang got up, he sat in a chair and smoked a cigarette. He glanced at the names a few times and then moved on. Now it seems that Master Mang didn't even look at the names at the time.

"Good."

Chen Mang smiled and patted Uncle Li on the shoulder: "Keep up the good work. I've always had high hopes for you. I'm happy for you that you've found a suitable place on the train."

"Keep up the good work."

"How's the progress on your 'zombie spawner'?" "Uh, I've already handed the research results over to 'Qi Kexiu,' and I hear they're making significant progress there."

"Where is Mr. Shen?"

"Serving as a cadaver teacher at Stellar Academy."

"Good."

After taking a quick look around, Chen Mang didn't linger. Accompanied by Lao Zhu Biaozi and the others, he continued to visit other corners of the train. It was nice to get off and walk around occasionally; it made him feel much better. These things were all his family's wealth, accumulated little by little over the years.

They were all familiar faces.

It looks pleasing to the eye.

Uncle Li watched as Master Mang's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, let out a long sigh of relief, straightened his back, and after a light cough, said in a hoarse voice, "Director Sha, you handled Master Mang's sudden inspection very well. Pay attention to the key points. In the future, tell Teacher Qiu not to draw out the words so much when she speaks. It's too theatrical."

"clear."

The young man standing to the side straightened his back and head, and answered with a serious expression, as if he couldn't quite pull off the demeanor of a headmaster, but he had to put on a brave face.

The young man referred to as Director Sha was the same young man who had been following behind Uncle Li.

Several years have passed.

This young man steadfastly followed Uncle Li, offering encouragement even when Uncle Li was at his lowest point. Finally, he witnessed Uncle Li's success and the rise of his entire family.

His life.

With no ability, no skill, and no opportunity, he was just a nobody in the apocalypse.

It's just a roadside creature, easily crushed.

But to get to where I am today.

It was all thanks to his dedication and unwavering loyalty.

His life perfectly illustrated what it means to wait for the clouds to part and the moon to shine; if the moon is not yet bright, it means there is not enough time, so keep waiting.

The young man turned and strode toward the teaching building with a serious expression and no smile. However, perhaps because his clothes were too loose, a book fell out of his clothes.

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Uncle Li expressionlessly picked up the book "The Art of Cunning Management" from the ground, dusted it off, and shoved it back into the young man's arms before letting out a long sigh: "I think you might have some stereotypes about 'dean of students.' Not every dean of students is a fat man with a big belly."

"You've been trying a bit too hard to gain weight lately."

Even if it means gaining weight.

"You should at least gain weight before wearing these obviously oversized clothes."

"Go."

"I get a headache just looking at you."

"correct--"

"There's one more thing. The West District applied for cadavers during the day. Go and take them to Master Shen."

Then Uncle Li looked at the statue of Lord Mang in the Stellar Academy and nodded with satisfaction. He had noticed that Lord Mang had glanced at the statue several times, so he must have been very pleased with his actions.

"All students, please be solemn."

At Hengxing Academy, on a pristine white operating table, a teacher in a white coat, holding a scalpel, looked at a group of students with a serious expression and said, "All cadavers have made great contributions to medicine, and we should treat them with respect."

"Now."

"I'll expose a section of the nervous system for you so you can see what the nervous system looks like."

Lying on the operating table, Mr. Shen stared blankly at the ceiling, as if in a daze, his expression blank. Even as the cold scalpel penetrated his flesh, it did not stir the slightest emotion in him.

this time.

He had been thinking about a question.

Why did I choose "ejection" instead of "self-destruction" in the first place?

What is the meaning of life?
"Teacher, he doesn't seem to be in pain?"

"Silent teachers are always fearless in the face of death; they are no ordinary people."

Inside a carriage of the Stellar train.

The film and television base was bustling with activity at this time.

Under the direction of "Zhang Yiren", a big movie is being organized. This movie will depict in detail the entire process of the "Hengxing" train's development from scratch in the apocalypse, and many characters and scenes will be realistically recreated as much as possible.

to this end.

Zhang Yiren specifically requested a lot of support from Lao Zhu, including train orders and some resources, in order to achieve the most accurate recreation of the scenes and characters.

Many roles have already been cast.

Characters like Lao Zhu and Biao Zi were played by the actors themselves. As for the deceased characters, such as "Master Kun," they were chosen from among the most suitable candidates in human civilization based on the descriptions.

now--

It's difficult to find a single candidate.

Inside the film and television base.

Zhang sat there with a furrowed brow, surrounded by a group of people, all looking equally worried. They were all pondering the same question: who should play "Master Mang"?
This is a fucking big deal!
Looking for Master Mang?
Are you kidding me? I'm so busy with work, why did I come here to play along with your act?
Looking for someone to play the role of "Master Mang"?

What a joke.

Once this video is broadcast, won't there be a real-life showdown between the real and fake "Master Mang"?
"or."

The dwarf man sitting to the side whispered, "I have a suggestion. How about we film it from Mang Ye's first-person perspective? That way, we don't need to play Mang Ye's role at all. We just need to ask President Ai for Mang Ye's voice."

"Eh?"

Zhang Yiren was slightly taken aback, a glint of light appearing in his eyes. He looked up at the dwarf man, his lips trembling slightly: "Wait, wait, let me think about it."

In film history.

First-person films do exist, but they are very difficult to make. This means that the story narrative will be almost entirely focused on the protagonist, and the storyline must be extremely clear.

That's actually a good solution.

That way, there's no need to think about who will play the role of Master Mang.

It was filmed from a first-person perspective.

All the problems were easily solved.

at this time--

Accompanied by Lao Zhu and his group, Chen Mang entered the film and television base. The group of people sitting inside the base immediately stood up, looked at Chen Mang with serious expressions, and greeted him in unison.

"Ah."

Chen Mang raised his hand and casually pressed it down in the air: "Sit down, everyone. Come and see how you're doing. The development of a civilization requires not only military development, but also cultural development."

"Have any outstanding literary works, music, movies, or games been created recently?"

"You've made quite a few movies recently, I've watched them all, and they're pretty good."

What about literature?

Old Pig, standing to the side, quickly added, "That guy on the train who used to write 20,000 words a day has now become a famous writer in human civilization. His new work, 'The 13th Street Serial Murders,' is quite a bestseller."

"Good."

Chen Mang nodded with a smile: "It seems that the old crew of the train was full of talented people, and they did a good job in whatever they did."

Old Pig, standing to the side, twitched his lips, thought for a moment, but still didn't say anything.

First of all.

He admitted that the guy's new work was indeed very good.

but--

Literature isn't something that will necessarily become popular just because you write well; many factors can influence its success.

such as
He felt that it wasn't purely a matter of personal subjective speculation, but rather that the small print on the cover of that guy's new book, "Official Writer for the Stellar Train," probably accounted for at least 70% of the effect.

The remaining 20%.

It should be the "Messages from Friends" on the first few pages.

Old Pig, Biaozi, Uncle Li, and others all gave it extremely high praise.

The remaining 0.9%

It must be that the publisher spared no effort in distribution. People from the Heavenly Palace came to distribute the book. Did they need anyone to teach them how to do it? In the end, only 0.1% was the content of the book itself.

These factors combined to make this book a huge hit.

He writes books purely through personal connections.

Let alone a serial murder case, he felt that even a serial defecation case would be a hit, and selling hundreds of millions of copies would not be a problem at all.

mainly--

That guy wasn't exactly bragging or exaggerating.

Back when the Stellar Train was still on Blue Planet, that guy was indeed the Stellar Train's go-to writer, responsible for writing novels to provide extra entertainment for the residents, such as why Zhang Yiren's movies were so popular.

It's all because he was the go-to director for the Stellar train.

Anyone who gets off the Stellar train, as long as they have a little ability and means, will never be poor, and it will be very difficult for them to be poor.

Even if you want to be poor.

The market won't let you be poor.

"Good."

Chen Mang nodded with a satisfied smile: "And the music?"

"Also."

Old Pig said in a low voice, "Master Mang, you may have forgotten someone, a little girl who used to sing otaku songs on the train, the one called Clap Your Hands Up, and the little girl next to her was the cute type."

"Some impression."

"She's now a singer, and her latest album is also a huge success."

"good."

The album cover of this young girl reads "Official Singer for the Stellar Train".

Actually, there are many things he doesn't want to talk about.

During its wild growth period, the train had "red rooms" to satisfy its physiological needs, which was normal. He also visited them occasionally, which was also normal. But he only recently learned that one of them was one he had visited.

She got a tattoo on her body that read "I was once visited by Old Pig, the deputy conductor of the Stellar Express," and then became the top courtesan at a brothel. Her prices were extremely high, and there was a constant stream of people queuing up.

Fortunately, he discovered it early.

They suppressed the matter and forced that woman to leave the profession; otherwise, if things had blown out of control, who knows how much of an impact it would have had on him.

After taking a look around, Chen Mang returned to his train compartment.

The pace of development within human civilization is still quite rapid.

All-round development.

One day at a time.

After all the minerals on that planet are mined, an even bigger change is on the horizon.

Interior of the Stellar train.

Chen Mang looked at the conditions for advancing to "Level Three Civilization".
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"Promotion Requirements": The number of intelligent beings in the civilization reaches 1 billion, the strongest attack energy range exceeds 20,000, and the civilization has at least two planets. The civilization's warehouse resources must exceed 10 trillion, and more than 10 permanent two-way wormholes must be created.
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The requirements are still somewhat difficult.

The main problem is the resource requirement, which is too high.

It will be very difficult to advance to a level three civilization in the near future.

at this time--

Xiao Ai's voice came from inside the train.

"Train conductor, the miner has fallen asleep again and reappeared at that fat man's mine. Should we broadcast this live?"

"Live broadcast".

Chen Mang raised an eyelid. Last time, the miner suddenly had a violent emotional fluctuation and exited the dream, unable to re-enter, interrupting his previous communication. This time, he could re-enter, so he needed to find out more about that civilization.

Although he estimated that civilization was very, very far away, and that they would most likely never cross paths in this lifetime.

But it is, after all, a level 5 civilization.

He was mainly curious about the internal workings of a Level 5 civilization, what level of technology they had, and what advanced methods they possessed.

This time, the other party was very proactive.

The miners had barely appeared when the chubby boy strode over, his voice excited, carrying a tablet in his hand: "You've arrived! Something big has happened in our civilization recently, something you'll definitely find interesting."

What's the biggest palace you've ever seen?

"It's definitely not as big as mine!"

"It's as big as a planet!"

"It suddenly appeared inside our civilization today, and also above the planet where my father lives, and it doesn't block the light at all. It's amazing, look."

The chubby boy seemed very excited, telling his new friends about the interesting things that had happened inside the civilization.

Chen Mang, sitting inside the train, looked at the tablet in the fat man's hand with a blank expression in his eyes.
He had already temporarily stopped thinking about the Heavenly Palace.

It's too far away from him.

Let's think about what's right now.

but--

How did this thing suddenly appear in front of him again?
Not long ago, the Heavenly Palace, which was originally located near the "Spark Civilization," suddenly disappeared. Although he didn't know why, he didn't care. He thought that it was just a matter of time before it disappeared. He even guessed that his future self might have made a different choice, which led to the disappearance of the Heavenly Palace.

But how did they suddenly appear inside the "Nami Civilization"?
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After a long silence, Chen Mang said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Ai, look at how similar this Heavenly Palace is to the one we saw. I suspect that there may not be just one Heavenly Palace in the universe, but many of them?"

"Based on the image on his tablet, the similarity is 96%, almost identical. The only difference is that the reflected light and the brightness of the shadows are slightly different. If these factors are not taken into account, the similarity is 100%."

"Based on the data, these two celestial palaces can be basically confirmed to be the same celestial palace, but the possibility of having two completely identical celestial palaces cannot be ruled out."

"you say."

Chen Mang frowned: "Was it a mistake for me not to go in and explore that Heavenly Palace? The Nami civilization is clearly 108,000 years away from us and has no relation to us, but in the past two days, it has connected me with the Nami civilization through various means."

"Could it be——"

"Is fate guiding me to the Nami civilization?"

"Or is it my future self guiding my present self to the Nami civilization?"

At this moment, the chubby boy standing on the mine looked puzzled as the mysterious traveler remained silent for a long time. Soon, the mysterious traveler handed out another note as usual.

"Did your civilization explore that palace? What discoveries were made inside?"

"No."

The chubby young man shook his head: "According to my father, they are in the initial stages of exploration. They haven't even entered the palace gates yet, and they haven't found anything. However, my father seems very pessimistic, thinking that this matter will bring an irresistible disaster to civilization."

Aren't you pessimistic?

"Me? I'm fine. I don't know if I should be pessimistic or not. I just feel that everyone dies and every civilization perishes. Even god-level civilizations cannot avoid extinction, so how can a level 5 civilization be 100% safe?"

"When the day of destruction truly arrives, that is fate."

"I think the mainstream of society is very pessimistic. Everyone is worried that civilization will be destroyed one day when it encounters a powerful enemy. The main reason is that everyone lives too long. If everyone had a lifespan of only sixty or seventy years like a low-level civilization, then there would be no need to worry about these things at all, since we would most likely not live to see that day."

"The longer you live, the more troubles you have."

“My father once arranged blind dates for me. My only requirement was that the woman be virgin, but I didn’t find a single one.”

"You mean a virgin?"

"No."

The boy shook his head: "By 'original,' I mean someone without any mechanical organs, who hasn't undergone any body repair or lifespan extension in a 'medical pod,' just like me, born exactly as I was—purely original."

"Don't you have this saying in your civilization?"

"It was repaired once in the 'medical pod,' which meant one restart; it was repaired twice, which meant two restarts; and once it wasn't restarted, meaning it was the original version."

I always felt that...

"After being repaired in the medical pod, all the cells and organs in your body are repaired to 100%, but is the person who comes out still you? The memories are indeed the same, but maybe it's just that your memories have been extracted and put into a clone's body."

"I would rather die early than restart my body."

The boy muttered to himself. He had been somewhat withdrawn and morbid since childhood. Many of his ideas were unacceptable to ordinary people, and he had few friends. Over time, he became even more unwilling to interact with others.

The mystery traveler is one of the few friends he has actively made over the years.

Moreover, the other person's way of thinking is clearly different from mainstream social thinking, so I don't think he's abnormal.

"Then how come you're still alive?"

"."

The boy paused for a moment, looking at the mysterious traveler in front of him with a blank expression: "Well... I don't want to die yet."

The other person didn't think he was abnormal.

But he felt that the other person was acting strangely.

"What I mean is, doesn't your civilization study death? Doesn't it study where people go after death, and what happens to them?"

What is the world like after death?

(End of this chapter)