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However, its surface was broken and barely held together by the blue light, as if it would shatter and fall apart at any moment.

Boom! !

The palace began to shake.

After losing its genetic throne, the palace seemed to have lost its fundamental support and began to collapse.

Fan Xiao fell down along with the collapsed floor, and his vision quickly changed, revealing a dimly lit building.

During his descent, he once again felt that mental fluctuation that hinted at a sense of boundaries.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to the same white, hazy world of consciousness.

He glanced down and saw the key in his right hand.

Without hesitation, Fan Xiao walked straight to the gray path on the right—the right side was where Samael's true memories lay.

He quickly reached the end of the gray path and saw the metal door.

He then pressed the spiral-shaped blue light key in his hand into the recessed area in the center of the metal door.

The blue light on the key disappeared instantly.

With a snap, the already shattered spiral key shattered into dust.

The metal door also shattered and disappeared.

It was as if Samael's obsession and fanaticism about genes had been eliminated.

Fan Xiao took a step forward, crossing what was originally the end.

Suddenly, a tremor came from the left—he looked to the left and saw that the gray path on the left was twisting and disappearing, like a dream bubble.

Shift of perspective.

Fan Xiao saw Samael, a middle-aged man nearing forty, dozing off on his desk.

"Professor, professor..."

There was knocking and shouting from outside the door.

Samael suddenly woke up, feeling a bit soreness in his eyes. He subconsciously reached out and touched them, finding them wet.

As he pulled out a tissue to wipe his eyes, he called out to the door, "Come in."

The door opens.

The young assistant walked in, excitedly saying, "Professor, the investment institutions we contacted have all shown great interest after seeing the genetic creations we sent over."

Professor Samael is currently a leading authority on genetic engineering projects worldwide.

Looking at his assistant, whose eyes couldn't hide his excitement, Samael rubbed his nose to calm himself and asked, "How many companies have supported the theme park project?"

"Seventeen!" the assistant exclaimed excitedly. "Out of the twenty well-funded investment institutions, a full seventeen contacted us this morning, expressing their willingness to invest in and support your amusement park project, Professor! We've succeeded! We're about to create the future!"

Upon hearing this, just as joy was about to well up in Samael's eyes, he suddenly felt a jolt in his heart. Images from his dream surged up like a tide, overwhelming him and leaving him disoriented.

He just had a dream, a very, very long dream.

In his dream, the world became just as he envisioned, where humans could modify their genes to shed their ordinariness, acquire various talents, and live the lives they desired.

The era in which human talents were randomly determined by a lottery drawn by God has come to an end.

A brand new era has begun.

however……

Samael pressed down on his trembling hands and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Contact those agencies and tell them... tell them the amusement park project is abandoned, and I will stop all genetic research and shut down the current research labs completely."

"..."

The assistant stood there, stunned.

It took him a while to react, and he asked, "Professor, why...?"

Samael did not answer.

There is only silence.

Is it because of ethical issues and opposition from some people?

The assistant's tone, unusually devoid of respect, became quite agitated as he said, "Professor! You are a respectable scholar, but you don't understand the public! Throughout history, every technological innovation has elicited two reactions from the public: support and opposition. It has always been this way. What can the public represent? Can they stop the progress of the times?"

“I acknowledge that genetic modification involves many ethical issues, and some people are indeed against it, but in the face of the general trend, these are minor obstacles.”

"Professor, didn't you hope to use genetic technology to eliminate the gap in human talent and make society more equal? ​​Your goal is right before your eyes! Why give up suddenly!?"

"Besides, even if you don't do it, someone else will do it sooner or later..."

"It goes without saying."

Samael interrupted his assistant, saying, “Genetic modification technology can change a person’s talents, but… can it guide people towards good? Society is already unfair, and genetic modification technology will only create greater injustice and bring more discrimination and bullying on this basis.”

The assistant was stunned.

It was as if they hadn't expected to hear such a reply.

Samael got up, left the office, went downstairs, and hailed a car outside the building.

"Go to the quiet cemetery."

We arrived at our destination quickly.

Samael stood before the weathered, ancient tombstone, replaced the flowers in front of the grave, then sat down on the ground and fell into a long silence.

The stone tablet bears a simple inscription: "The Tomb of Juno".

More than 20 years ago, he was a very poor child. His mother died early, and his father was an old alcoholic and gambler who would beat him every time he got drunk. His clothes were always faded and smelled bad. He was timid, kept his distance from people, and was insecure and sensitive. He never communicated with his teachers and classmates. He should have been the most inconspicuous student in the class.

But he happens to be very talented.

He is never stumped by anything in his studies; he can quickly grasp any kind of knowledge.

The snobbish teachers disliked him, and the other students were jealous of him and isolated him, to the point that they eventually beat him up under the leadership of the school bullies.

Juno was his first love... no, to be precise, he had a crush on her, and she... probably had feelings for him too. Their interactions were full of the awkwardness of student days.

They did tedious chores together and complained about the many unpleasant things in life.

Later, he watched helplessly as Juno was raped by the school bullies who often bullied him... Juno couldn't bear the blow and committed suicide by jumping off a building, while he moved, transferred schools, and started over in a place where no one knew him.

That was an extremely painful experience.

Afterwards, he couldn't help but think—his talent was not something he could choose, but if everyone could choose their own talent, would those people not beat him out of jealousy, would they not bully innocent Juno?

Or, if he could choose his talents, how he wished he could be stronger, more powerful, and beat all those who bullied Juno to death...

The seed was planted in his heart, and it continued to take root and sprout.

Gradually, his desire to make the world a better place grew stronger, and he increasingly wished that no one would have to go through the same pain he had experienced.

He began his operation.

With sheer determination and exceptional talent, he has dedicated himself to the field of genetics for nearly thirty years, achieving groundbreaking results and becoming an authority in the academic community.

His proposed amusement park project received the favor and support of almost all capital institutions, and he was soon able to realize his grand ambitions and fulfill his long-held wish.

Today, a long dream made him realize something.

What humanity lacks has never been talent.

……

The amusement park project has been terminated.

Fan Xiao saw the world of memories... no, it should now be called the dream world—it was undergoing a tremendous change.

It's becoming better and better, just as Samael had hoped.

The whole world seemed to be in free fall, constantly falling towards something beautiful.

Humanity's worst traits are being eliminated one by one, while fine virtues are being born and taking root in the soul.

Social wealth is redistributed.

The crime rate is getting lower and lower.

The war is over.

Discrimination has disappeared without a trace.

People are smiling more and more.

A world of equality, as Samael envisioned, gradually unfolded before Vancho's eyes from a rapidly evolving macro perspective.

All these changes were due to Samael abandoning genetic research and the amusement park project.

You have fulfilled one of the mission requirements and can clear this dungeon at any time.

[Have you cleared the level?]

"...Wouldn't this be the most ironic of all the dungeon quests I've completed?"

Fan Xiao couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

Chapter 660 Thank you so much!

After all that, the mission of "creating a paradise where everyone is equal" was just to help Samael fulfill his dream... Although Fan Xiao was mentally prepared, he still felt a little sad when this scene actually unfolded.

He still harbors a strong interest in the so-called "world of equality for all".

Because in some ways this was beyond his imagination.

Dungeons, or rather, evolution games, might offer a different answer.

I never expected it to end like this...

Indeed, a world where everyone is absolutely equal does not exist.

Unless you brainwash the entire world, just like what's shown in this false dream.

In reality, forcibly pursuing equality can at most create a subjective equality, such as the idea that no job is inherently superior or inferior.

This is just about promoting values. When compared objectively... well, those who understand will understand.

As for objective equality... the only thing Fan Xiao could think of was chaos and disorder as an objective law, that is, entropy increase.

Even the universe will eventually reach thermal equilibrium under the increase of entropy, achieving absolute equality of all things.

In other words, it means killing all living beings... If this instance's quests don't involve any fancy tricks, and objectively achieve equality, this might be the only way.

Fortunately, the dungeon quests gave kind-hearted players like him a good option, preventing him from doing evil deeds against his conscience and ending up wiping out the entire dungeon.

With my noble character and high moral standards, I would never do such a thing… Fan Xiao muttered to himself in self-satisfaction before summarizing the intelligence he had gathered at this stage.

"It turns out that Samael's obsession with genes stemmed from past pain and regrets. In the real world, or rather, in the past, he didn't dream about the genetic world. He followed his obsession and started the Paradise Project. In one cruel experiment after another, he gradually went out of control and fell into complete madness."

"Later, when the Evolution Game came along, Samael turned his attention to the extraordinary genes of the demi-humans and cannibalistic players."

"I wonder how much Star Memory City has to do with Samael now? The establishment of those satellite cities may have nothing to do with him. The inferior genes that exist only for human desires and entertainment are not what he seeks. However... the Twilight Council is clearly the mastermind behind Star Memory City, and as a member of the Twilight Council, Samael's attitude is most likely to follow the crowd."

Fan Xiao thought of many things in a short time.

Now that the Paradise instance is basically complete, he can't wait until his survival time is up before leaving. Therefore, he neither cares about nor pays attention to Samael's attitude.

No matter how noble this guy's ultimate goal may be, no matter how wonderful the society he wants to create may be, the sins he has committed are unforgivable... No, seeking justice and revenge for the dead is not his ultimate goal.

He can do this as a side effect out of good intentions, but he should distinguish between primary and secondary priorities.

Because priorities are related to one's own beliefs, they cannot be confused.

Simply put, his underlying logic for eliminating Samael was not based on moral judgment.

Rather... this guy was blocking his way.

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.

He doesn't reject the idea of ​​using any means necessary to achieve one's goals... or rather, he only rejects it halfway.

The difference between "complete" and "half" here is... If it were him, because he possesses a great personality and noble character, he wouldn't be able to be completely and utterly unscrupulous. Many of his actions would involve self-restraint, at least he wouldn't drag innocent people down with him.

Well, in a fake, simulated world, moral standards are a different story.

"To know evil and choose good is the highest level of goodness. This kind of goodness is unwavering, indestructible, and will not be swayed by the surrounding circumstances."

“Samael is far inferior; he can’t compare to me at all.”