Collapse Iron: I just transmigrated! You want me to save the Black Tower?!

After watching for a while, he suddenly chuckled softly, a laugh tinged with self-deprecation.

"Forty-two minutes...that's pretty precise."

He turned his head, his gaze somewhat unfocused, and looked at Lai Gu Shi: "You're just an android now, why are you calculating this? Are you afraid I'll go on a drunken rampage and tear this place down?"

“There is such a possibility, although it is less than 3.1%,” Lai Gushi answered truthfully. “Calculating in advance helps in preparing countermeasures, and I have not always been an android; I was once human as well.”

"Solution plan...humanity..."

Jiang Jiu withdrew his gaze and raised his hand to press his brow.

“Zandar,” Jiang Jiu suddenly spoke, his voice soft, more like a self-question than a question, “You said… geniuses don’t care about the price, right?”

[March 7th: He's drunk.]

[Star: Lai Gushi even asked him if he wanted some hangover soup. How thoughtful of him.]

[March 7th: Uh... Is Lai Gu Shi really this considerate?]

[Fireworks: What was that again? The Zandals are scattered like stars, while geniuses can't even leave a single footprint... Oh, sorry, I copied the wrong thing.]

[Fireworks: This is it! Cheers! Zandal has saved the world once again, because of his conscience!]

March 7th: ?

Yu Kong sighed.

[Yu Kong: Children of this age should be at their most vibrant.]

[Yu Kong: He might pause for a flower, daydream over a cloud, laugh heartily at a friend's joke, and secretly cry under the covers after failing an exam.]

[Soaring Through the Sky: And he...]

Yu Kong lowered his eyes, his fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of his clothes.

[Fireworks: Did you feel the same way when the Immortal Ship was destroyed?]

[Yu Kong: ...tsk.]

[Forgetful Person: Ahem... Sister Sky Soarer, please stop being sentimental~]

[Forgetful Person: This humble woman thinks he's just drunk, isn't he?]

[Tingyun: It's better if he's drunk. Only when drunk will he speak the truth, only when drunk will he ask questions he wouldn't even dare to ask himself. This young lady is extremely curious, what will the savior say when he's drunk?]

[Su Chang: Giving up on herself?]

[Gui Naifen: Do you want to explode with everything?]

[Sushang:? ? ? 】

Lai Gushi replied, "In terms of common sense, yes."

[Star: He actually agreed.]

"What about... those who aren't geniuses?"

Jiang Jiu did not question Lai Gushi's words, but instead raised another question. He stared at the empty wine glass on the table, somewhat dazed.

"What about those ordinary people who weren't geniuses, those who were caught up in the genius's experiments and became the price to pay?"

"And...what about me...?"

"Do they deserve to die...?"

"Am I going to die...?"

—How could he ask such a question?

[Topa: Tsk... I take back what I said before. He doesn't seem to be fearless at all; he hasn't even considered whether he deserves to live.]

[Gold Sand: So when he asked "Damn it?", it wasn't a rhetorical question, nor was it self-deprecation; it was genuine confusion?]

The chips between the sand-gold fingers paused for a moment, then continued spinning, while the jade-colored one held its wine glass and gently swirled it.

[Jade: The price of genius, the sacrifice of mediocrity; perhaps he was simply asking which of the two things weighs more.]

[Dr. Truth: In this world, no one "deserves" to die; only those who "choose" to die. If they choose, they die; if they don't, they don't. Such a simple truth—can't someone with common sense understand it?]

[Star: Godfather, please stop being so sarcastic. I know you're worried, but if you keep criticizing, someone else will criticize you too.]

[Doctor Truth: Call me Doctor Truth.]

[Star: Good, true father.]

After all, Jiang Jiu was trying to save the world.

He was saving people he didn't even know, he was risking his life for people who might never know his name, and ordinary people have no right to judge him.

They have no right to judge whether he is right or wrong.

[Danheng: I'm afraid that those he's desperately trying to protect will ultimately say, "We didn't ask you to do this."]

Jiang Jiu paused for a long time, so long that almost everyone thought he wouldn't continue.

"...I've seen a lot."

Jiang paused for a few seconds, then continued, "Destruction...rebirth...destruction again...one line, then another..."

"I don't know how many innocent people have lost their lives."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to laugh, but didn't.

He didn't know what he was saying, nor did he know why he was saying it.

It's a mess.

"Geniuses pursue truth and break boundaries, while star gods dwell high on destiny and look down upon all living beings... Everyone seems to have grand goals, profound understandings, or... simply want to do it."

There was a hint of incomprehension in his voice.

"What about those who just wanted to live ordinary lives but were inexplicably dragged into genius experiments that supposedly broke the boundaries of their intellect, or... like me who got involved just to complete a mission?"

"Why should I...?"

He spoke softly, but it was unclear who he was asking.

Ask Zandal? Ask yourself? It seems like neither.

"Why should ordinary people have to pay the price for the achievements of geniuses? And why is it that the so-called inevitability, breaking the boundaries of intellect... these things, always come at the cost of those who didn't intend to do anything, or perhaps just wanted to live?"

"You care a lot?" Lai Gushi asked in return.

"Shouldn't I care?"

Jiang Jiu looked up at Lai Gu Shi: "No one has the right to easily take another's life, but I wield all sorts of chaotic powers, jumping between different timelines, killing this one, stopping that one..."

"Sometimes I can't even tell whether I'm preventing disasters or becoming another genius who creates them?"

“I used to tell myself it was for a bigger goal, to stop the end times, to…save more people.”

He chuckled and shook his head: "How many have I saved? How many have I killed? Some call me a savior, some say I'll die a horrible death. To be honest, I can't help but laugh when I hear it."

“I know very well that I am not worthy of this title, and I do not have such big goals.”

[March 7th: ...Is he talking about himself? Does he see himself as just an ordinary person caught up in this mess?]

[Star: Of course not, he's an envoy, a genius, a savior. How is he ordinary?]

[March 7th: So he never admits to being a savior because... he feels... he doesn't actually have such a grand goal?]

[Himeko: Perhaps he never saw himself as a "savior." He was just doing what he had to do, just as people breathe, fish swim, and stars rummage through trash cans.]

[Star: That last analogy was completely unnecessary.]

Himeko: He didn't consider himself particularly noble, but what he did was nobler than any slogan.

[Walter: It's a bit like... on the battlefield, someone who fought to the very last moment says he wasn't a hero, he just didn't have time to escape.]

[Huang Quan: The difference between a hero and an ordinary person lies not in their motives, but in their results. If he saved someone, he is a hero, even if he doesn't acknowledge it himself.]

[Snow-Clad: Absurd.]

[Yu Kong: What's this? He's only nineteen. He's burdened with too much that he shouldn't have to bear, and in the end, he feels he has no right to complain?]

[Forgetful Man: ...Just listening to him makes my chest feel tight. He's carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, and he still feels like he's not doing a good enough job.]

[Estella: So... he doesn't accept the title of "savior," not out of modesty, but because he genuinely feels he's not good enough? He feels he hasn't done enough?]

[Estella: But he's already done enough! He's even... he's died so many times...]

[Ling Sha: He's drunk, isn't he? Only when he's drunk would he dare say these things. He would never say these things to anyone else normally.]

[Ling Sha: Everyone has seen what he does. He always shoulders everything alone, searching for the so-called optimal solution time and time again, regardless of the cost.]

[Gold dust: I thought we in this line of work already took our lives lightly enough, but I never imagined there were people who took themselves even less seriously.]

[Topa: You're different from him. You gamble to win, he gambles to prevent others from losing.]

[Fireworks: Oh dear, is our little savior being affectionate? Is she being affectionate with that android senior? So pitiful, come here, let me give you a hug~]

[Silver Wolf: What the hell are you hugging? He's drunk and venting his emotions, you're just acting crazy.]

[Hanabi: Isn't venting emotions just about acting cute? Otherwise, who can he talk to? Besides Raikoushi, who else is around him?]

Jingyuan: He may have many people around him, but he never speaks.

[Feixiao: This guy doesn't see himself as a savior at all, he just treats people like a perpetual motion machine!]

[Black Tower: Even a perpetual motion machine isn't as efficient as him.]

[Feixiao: ...I can't take it anymore.]

[Yao Guang: He's tired.]

[Fu Xuan: But he will still do it, even if it's exhausting, even if it means death, even if no one understands, he will still do it.]

[Qingque: What should we do? He's stuck in a rut and can't get out.]

[Fu Xuan: He's not just getting stuck on a single point; he's walking down a road with no end in sight.]

[Su Chang: Didn't he just say that some people called him a savior, and others said he would die a horrible death? Who said that?! Step forward! I promise I won't cripple him!]

[Gui Naifen: Calm down, calm down, what if that person is from Xianzhou...]

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