The crazy guy from Hakoden, defeated the millions of gods!

After seeing him make such a decision, the soft whispers that only it could hear turned into wisps of light, shining slightly in this dimension.

"Monitor 1379, you have become infected with human nature."

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three Bodies: Chapter 222: Building a Rescue Ship and Repairing the Star Track Road

In the deep space, a world that is about to be destroyed in some sense

"Are you guys okay?"

"Who are you...?

Why...visit this dry puddle?"

"I am the boat that will carry you to safe shore."

"Boat?"

After receiving this message, the surviving civilization fell silent.

The universe is an ocean, and in the ocean there is civilization.

When the sea dried up, countless fish died of thirst, while the lucky ones gathered in puddles.

The fish that escape to the puddles are the survivors.

However, the puddle will eventually dry up and all the fish will disappear.

So, this is also a tomb. When the fish die, this place becomes the cemetery of the survivors.

The survivors have already accepted this outcome. They are just quietly waiting for this world to collapse and the puddles to turn into graveyards.

so...

"How can there be a boat?"

The survivors did not believe it.

When the sea dried up, some fish died and some could only escape into puddles.

But some fish jumped out of the sea, and some fish walked onto the shore.

These "fish" are not essentially fish that can only survive in the sea. They will not build rescue ships, because it is some of them who will drain the sea and turn the starry sea into an eternal tomb.

So, at this time, how could there still be a ship?

"You don't believe it?" The visitor's voice was distant and gentle, with an elusive calmness.

"...We need to calculate."

The survivors were silent for a moment, and the subtle fluctuations of consciousness among each other converged into a calm and complex trend of thinking. This cluster composed of the afterglow of countless civilizations was thinking and calculating.

The remnants waiting to be destroyed are not one or a few civilizations, but countless civilizations - former interstellar empires, brilliant technological races, ancient intelligent creatures... the last remnants.

The sea where they originally lived was a four-dimensional universe, and the macroscopic space had four dimensions.

However, the collapse of the dimension began with war.

The super civilization that has mastered dimensions used dimensional weapons, and one dimension in the four-dimensional space was extracted, leaving only traces of this dimension's existence in the extremely tiny microscopic world.

And when this war between dimensions began to spread, this sea of stars began to reduce its dimensions as a whole, just like a vast ocean being slowly drained and turned into a sealess land.

Super civilizations have mastered dimensions and are able to adapt to changes in dimensions.

Powerful civilizations try their best to adapt and transform themselves, becoming the fish that “jumps ashore.”

However, more civilizations were destroyed silently in this process, like a school of fish being crushed into flakes.

The four-dimensional space becomes the three-dimensional space, just like the sea becomes the land. The fish in the sea cannot survive on the land.

Fortunately, there are still many four-dimensional puddles on this star land. Many civilizations have fled into these puddles. They have no ability to go ashore and can only survive in this "abnormal" area that seems to be completely dried up at any time.

But I didn’t expect that now, the “ship” is coming.

The thoughts of the survivors flow like huge waves. The fragments of the once glorious memory of civilization are intertwined, collided, and merged with each other invisibly, like the flash of light after the fall of a star, overlapping into an endless phantom, and finally forming a huge information trend.

The collective consciousness turns into inquiries, seeking answers from the unknown visitor.

"Ship, what is your purpose?"

"To save." The voice was still gentle and calm, as if it was flowing from a deeper dimension with ancient secrets, echoing in the stream of consciousness of the survivors.

“Some civilizations drained the sea.

Some civilizations leapt ashore.

We are building ships.”

The survivors were silent for a moment.

The universe is a huge dark forest. All civilizations are hunters with guns, seeking survival through hunting and counter-hunting.

Even if those powerful civilizations left the sea and leapt onto the shore, they were only moving from one dark forest to another.

No one would have such a luxury... One day, a civilization will start building ships, trying to carry those gradually sinking civilizations across the dark sea of suffering to the other side of light.

The consciousness of the survivors was shaking like waves: "But the fish won't thank the boat."

The visitor responded softly: "I saved you, what does it have to do with you?"

The big ones are saved, the small ones are saved, the strong ones are saved, the weak ones are saved, the grateful ones are saved, and the ungrateful ones are saved.

I save, save, save, save! Saving is not a process, saving is the result!

The survivors looked up at this glimmer of light, and countless fragmented consciousnesses vibrated slightly, flickering like the light of stars, and finally merged into a faint but sincere response.

"But we will thank you."

After a moment of silence, the voices of the survivors flowed slowly, carrying their ancient emotions, and whispered thanks, as if afraid to break the deep silence.

"Thank you, ship."

...

...

A powerful civilization playing the stars encountered a glimmer of light.

They gently plucked the strings of mass-energy, galaxies burned out, domains were annihilated, and only one super black hole remained within 80,000 light years, swallowing all light and annihilating all matter.

Time is like a tide, rushing towards the bottomless vortex. Any particle or ray of light will fall into this horrible abyss.

But that ray of light remains immortal, as if it lasts forever.

"..."

The star players stopped playing. As great as they were, seeing that ray of light was like seeing the primordial holiness.

"We are the Star Slingers."

They introduced themselves and were willing to listen to the true words of the immortal civilization represented by this ray of light.

The Star-Bombing Civilization is an extremely powerful civilization in the universe, and has reached the extreme in the use of mass-energy.

If the energy levels of the universe can be divided into 30 levels from the highest energy level downwards, then they are the highest level 30 singularity civilization.

The light flickered slightly, and the sound was like a trickle of water, penetrating the darkness and reaching the consciousness of the Star Shooter.

“I am Lu.”

"road?"

The star-shooter seemed to have realized something, and his consciousness was throbbing in the depths of the universe.

The road is for walking.

The path that can support the Star-Bombardier will inevitably lead to the universe.

"What do we need to do?"

The thoughts of the Star Players are surging like the turbulent sea of stars. In their excitement, they cannot help but play the string sounds that echo across the universe!

Road, the great road, the sacred road, the upward road, the road beyond the universe!

"Building roads."

The light flickered lightly, and the message was quietly transmitted to the consciousness of the Star-shooter, causing ripples.

This seemed to be a great contract. The civilization of roads gave the Star-Ballists a way to transcendence, while the civilization of Star-Ballists needed to build a long road for the civilization of roads.

This road will connect all the stars, systems, and domains. It is a star track that spans billions of light-years across the universe!

“Such a road is difficult to repair.”

The Star-Bomb responded.

In a three-dimensional universe, the upper limit of the speed of light is a small constant, which is a kind of "rule".

Higher dimensions are locked in the microscopic world, which is also a kind of "rule".

The universe is not only home to the "curvature engine" which is a way of traveling at the speed of light; there is also no shortage of technology for traveling at superluminal speeds.

However, wormholes, dimension folding, hyperspace bubbles...all methods of faster-than-light travel need to comply with "regulations", so the upper limit of the speed that can be provided is the speed of light.

The Star-Ballist said that this road is difficult to build, because what the road civilization needs is naturally not an ordinary road. This road must at least allow superluminal travel.

Therefore, to build such a road, it is necessary to modify this "regulation" within the scope of the road without affecting the regulations outside the scope.

For example, there is a rule regarding mass-energy: if a material entity is accelerated to the speed of light, its mass-energy will expand to infinity.

Within the scope of the road, this regulation naturally needs to be modified, otherwise any particle can destroy the universe.

However, every rule in the universe is like the foundation of the universe, and any tiny change may lead to unpredictable consequences.

Modification, establishment, maintenance... every stage requires the Star-Bombing Civilization to go all out.

"You can do it."

"Of course, we are star-shooters."

The sound of the star-shooting echoes in the boundless universe.

Exchanging "road" for "road" is a worthwhile trade.

However, there seemed to be some doubts lingering in the melody amidst the gently swaying string sounds.

"Can you explain? Why do we need to build roads? Such roads are useless to us."

Many super civilizations have the power to build roads.

But wherever they are, there is the road, so why build a road?

They don't care.

“People care, and I care.”

Lu Wenming answered.

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three Bodies: Chapter 223: The Mirror Reflecting the Universe, Ten Trillion Galaxy Transformed

At the edge of the universe, there is only silent nothingness. There is no matter, no energy, and even the laws of physics do not exist. There is only emptiness and nothingness.

Suddenly, a faint flame appeared here.

At the moment when the flame flickered, the empty world suddenly exploded!

Countless flowing galaxies unfold in this area, and the light of the stars is like brilliant music, interweaving into the sighs and whispers of the universe.

Among them, there are countless civilizations that are brilliant and withered in the galaxy, there are once glorious and powerful ones that have turned into wisps of ancient afterglow, there are wars in the pastoral era that spread like a tide to the end of time, there are players who play the music of the stars and open up star roads across the endless universe...

Civilization, years, time, history, war, brilliance, splendor, decline...

Everything - everything in the universe seems to exist here.

"Reflection."

The glow of the flame seemed to convey such information, condensing the changes that contained endless mysteries into such a short message.

At the very edge of the universe beyond the observable universe, there actually exists such a terrifying existence.

It regards the myriad changes of the universe as an endless interpretation, weaving and connecting all the stories of life again, reproducing the music of history, and letting the ripples of time echo.

"..."

Silently, in front of the flame, a phantom of the same flame gradually appeared.