Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

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After chatting with the four geniuses for a few more minutes, Lin Si left the Black Tower office.

The corridor was quiet for a moment, then his figure disappeared around the corner, like a conversation that had been brought to a complete end, leaving enough time for the echoes to settle.

The silence in the office lasted for a few seconds before Screw Gum spoke first.

His voice carried a seriousness that said, "I need to fully express the weight of what we just had said," as if he were putting a period to a long period of thought.

"It's hard to imagine that it was just a discussion about opinions on order and justice."

He tilted his head slightly.

"It reverses the end of the four ends of the universe, the end of nothingness and harmony."

His voice carried a serious tone, as if to say, "I do need to reassess."

"Mr. Lin Si's wisdom and vision amaze me!"

Black Tower leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and nodded.

Her posture carried a subtle "I really didn't expect to hear these things" quality.

The feeling of being touched was more pronounced than usual, even though she tried her best to conceal it with a casual demeanor.

"Now I understand why he was chosen by the Four Gods and why there were other forces interfering in his destiny."

"If I were the Star God, I would choose him too."

She paused, then added,

"This little guy may have the potential to become one of the Fate Messengers."

“If Akivili hadn’t died, He would definitely have gotten involved too.”

Snail Gum nodded slightly, as if agreeing with the direction of this statement.

Perhaps.

Stephen's phantom shifted slightly at the edge of the table and posed a question.

"However, the ideal of universal harmony that Mr. Demon King spoke of is very difficult to achieve."

Ruan Mei put down her teacup and looked at Stephen. Her voice remained calm, carrying her unique composure.

“It’s not difficult, Stephen.”

"All the geniuses in the club, even Rupert I and II, and the original Doctor,"

"After fully understanding Mr. Lin Si's philosophy, we will all choose to support him."

Screw Gum added softly,

"The future that Mr. Lin Si depicts can be interpreted as romantic idealism within the emotions of organic life."

He paused for a moment, as if savoring the lingering meaning of that sentence.

"When this romantic ideal can truly come true,"

"Rationality often bows down to romance."

Black Tower nodded, his tone carrying an air of certainty that "this is indeed a useful conclusion."

"That's right!"

"Who in the entire world dares to oppose the entire Genius Club?"

"Are you looking for death?"

Stephen thought about it and realized they were right!

Indeed, no one in the world dares to oppose the entire Genius Club.

Because if a genius wanted to, even one genius could stir up a storm that would sweep across the entire galaxy, let alone the entire Genius Club.

He was silent for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"All right,"

"I seem to have forgotten that I am a genius myself..."

Chapter 436 Seizing Every Moment

At this moment, Lin Si was in an observation deck on the space station. He was sitting in a wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the boundless starry sky.

The outline of the azure star floated quietly outside the porthole, like a carefully polished blue gemstone.

His gaze fell on that halo of light.

"Seniors and comrades, I haven't let you down, have I?"

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were speaking to some unseen being.

Having gone through this discussion with a genius, he was undoubtedly apprehensive.

Because this was the ultimate ideal in the hearts of his predecessors and every comrade, even though his predecessors and comrades had always guided him in the right direction.

But he also fears that his misinterpretation might bring negative perceptions of this ideal to the world.

"gentlemen."

A strange, loud voice came from behind me, with that unique electronic quality, calm and steady.

"Your predecessors and comrades will surely be proud of you."

Lin Si was slightly taken aback and turned her head to look at it.

The Big Monster has always been by his side, from the Immortal Ship to the Space Station, from those chaotic nights to this conversation with the genius. It has always quietly pushed his wheelchair, like a shadow that will never leave.

It was there in the office just now too.

It heard those discussions, those discourses about 'universal harmony,' 'order and justice,' and 'the liberation of humankind.'

Lin Si didn't know how much an automated mech that relied on algorithms could understand, but he still asked with a smile.

"Really?"

"Did you understand too?"

The giant, monstrous electronic eye flashed again. It thought for a moment, then answered.

"Sir, my algorithmic logic prevents me from fully understanding the ideals of you and your predecessors and comrades."

It paused for a moment.

"But the countless books and philosophical papers created by intelligent life within the knowledge base I'm connected to are all telling me this,"

It walked around to Lin Si, stopped, and then bowed slightly.

"Sir, every ideal deserves respect, and every ideal shines in the night sky of humanity."

"And your shared ideals with your predecessors and comrades are, without a doubt, the brightest star in the night sky."

"........."

Lin Si was stunned.

He looked at the giant monster, at its face, which couldn't express emotions because of its metallic structure, and at its steady electronic eyes.

It was as if they were confirming that the words they had just heard were indeed spoken by an automated soldier.

The big monster didn't stop.

"Sir, the journey is still long, and the trek is still arduous,"

"But it's okay, we're here with you."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Little Monster, Sand Soldier, Laborer, and Ginseng, along with their companions, appeared, waiting for the right moment to arrive.

They didn't make much noise, but quietly came to Lin Si's wheelchair, forming a semicircle, the light from their electronic eyes connecting into a cluster of tiny stars in the dim corridor.

"Sir, we are with you."

Their voices overlapped, some deep, some crisp, some with a mechanical rhythm, but the weight in each voice was consistent.

It's as if they've been waiting silently in some corner for a long time, waiting for the moment they'll be needed.

Lin Si looked at them and remained silent for a long time.

Then he laughed.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze shifting from the big monster to the little monster, then to the sand soldiers, the laborers, and the ginseng...

He raised his hand and pointed to the quiet, floating blue star outside the window.

"A mayfly dies in a day, and a grasshopper has no next year."

"The frog wakes up and is another year old; perhaps we will never meet again in the next life."

He lowered his hand, looked at the automated soldiers surrounding him, and then looked at the planet outside the window.

"Like a mayfly observing the universe, I am but a grain of millet in the vast ocean."

"I view the mayfly as the universe views me; its life, though fleeting, is astonishing."

He paused, as if he were swirling the last few words on the tip of his tongue before uttering them softly.

"Everyone, ten thousand years is too long, let's seize the day."

Big Monster straightened up slightly, and the light in his electronic eyes seemed to brighten a little.

The little monsters, sand soldiers, laborers, and ginsengers all struck the same pose, as if performing a ritual that required no instructions.

"gentlemen."

Their voices overlapped, like wind chimes being turned by the same gust of wind.

"Seize the day!"

Lin's father stood in the shadows at the corner of the corridor, his gaze fixed on the figure not far away, surrounded by a group of automated soldiers.

The little monsters were brought out by the two elders. Lin Si put them in the room, and they wouldn't come out on their own without orders.

As Lin Si's parents, the two elders naturally had the right to direct them.

"My son has such ambition; a true man should be like this!"

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid that Lin Si in front of him would hear it, or as if he was speaking to Lin's mother who was silent beside him.

Lin's mother did not speak.

She stood next to Lin's father, her gaze also fixed on Lin Si.

So much has happened in the past two weeks.

She couldn't understand why her son, who used to act spoiled towards her, who used to say with a grin, "Mom, I want to eat braised pork," was now confined to a wheelchair.

Suddenly one day, he was chosen by the Star God, suddenly one day he became a candidate for the Immortal Ship General, and suddenly one day he had the idea of ​​changing this world.

She couldn't understand it, but she also knew that some things didn't need to be understood.

All she wants to do now is hug her son and tell him not to overwork himself, that he still has his mother.

The corridor lights cast a soft glow on the floor, and her footsteps echoed softly in the empty corridor.

Lin Si heard the sound and tilted her head slightly.

"Mom?"

Before he could say anything more, Lin's mother walked up to him, bent down, reached out, and gently hugged him.

In another corner, a man with a wild afro was leaning against the wall, holding a cup of coffee that was already half-cold.

He watched the brief embrace between Lin Si and her mother, watched Lin Si sit up straight again and look back at the starry sky outside the window, and watched the automated soldiers still quietly surrounding him.

His gaze was somewhat complicated.

He was once a father.

But he got separated from his daughter.

On that chaotic night, on the day the Antimatter Legion invaded the Black Tower space station.

His daughter once joked with him, suggesting he get an exaggerated afro so he could be easily recognized in a crowd.

But he didn't take it to heart at the time.