Crown of Silence

Chapter 817 The Future (Part 2)

In the blink of an eye, it falls from millions of years of history to the future.

In the chaos, Ye Qingxuan could only capture a few fragments.

‘Asset merger’… ‘Data era’… ‘Breakthrough in polymer materials’… ‘Super large collider’… ‘Human-machine revolution’…

In the end, the speed was so fast that he couldn't catch it, and he couldn't even catch the fragments.

In just a moment, he fell from the ancient palace and came to the dark world.

Countless clouds covered the sky.

The air was filled with a pungent smell, countless towering chimneys spewed thick fog into the sky, and foul-smelling rainstorms fell from the sky, falling to the ground along countless shining giant trees.

But when I looked carefully, I realized that what was supporting the sky and extending behind the dark clouds was not a giant tree, but a jaw-dropping tall building.

Through the fence, the hurricane below was rushing towards us. Looking down, we could see the clouds surging, and the ground was covered with thick fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

In the next moment, Gaius's perspective transcended from the human perspective, and he gained a wonderful view that nearly overlooked the entire territory. He saw the land covered with steel under the thick fog, as well as countless buildings rising into the sky like forests, and deformed slaves sleeping in countless pigeon cage-like rooms.

And at the top, above the clouds, in the gorgeous residences enjoying the sunshine and fresh air, the well-dressed nobles sang and danced, tasting the fine wine and delicacies that had long since disappeared from the earth.

"What's this?"

Gaius turned back dullly and saw Ciel's smile, which seemed to be pity and contained the aloof peace of a god.

"This is the world forged by your wishes."

He looked down at the sky and the earth and answered Gaius' question:

"——A 'better future' after capital freedom."

As he spoke, he took Gaius forward and took a step forward. The roar in the factory came oncoming. Amidst the pungent smell of medicine, countless creations were moving rapidly on the huge assembly line. They were surrounded by both sides. workers assemble.

Those emaciated workers hunched over in the cramped workstations had an indescribable sense of calm.

It's like assimilating with the machine.

There are even more people who have a part of themselves implanted with machines.

"They are slave workers, the lowest class of people in the world. They work more than eighteen hours a day in exchange for wages."

Charles introduced: "This is a filter processing factory. If filters are not installed, humans will not even survive three hours in the terrifying air outside.

Tens of thousands of people work in this factory, 24 hours a day, never stopping. There are hundreds of thousands of such factories around the world, supporting incredible prosperity.

Unfortunately, they have no assets and no freedom at all, because they have sold all their ownership to the factory.

They are the lowest tool slaves. They have no skills and can only do jobs that have not yet been replaced by machines, and they are not regarded as human beings.

And you...are there. "

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the huge portrait at the highest point of the workshop. The man above the portrait is majestic and noble, like God's chosen one.

When the monotonous bell rang, the mechanical assembly line came to an abrupt halt. All the slave workers stood up uniformly, raised their heads, looked up at the portrait above their heads, and sang carols piously and neatly.

Praise the great revolutionary leader Gaius, praise the great head of state...

"You are the founder of this country's assets. You are known as the father of civilization. You have been admired by people for thousands of years and have become a true god. Countless people are fighting to maintain your ideals."

Gaius staggered back.

"This is wrong..."

The next moment, they arrived in front of a huge and cold building. The emblem representing the Republic hung high on the top, reflecting a cold light.

"This is the branch of the Purge Management Committee. Most people call this place the Management Bureau."

Charles opened the door for him: "Would you like to take a look? A child who graffitied on your portrait is on trial. The person who reported him was his younger brother, that child.

For this, he received awards and commendations given to him by the great leader. "

In Gaius's dull gaze, the child wearing the Gaius badge on his chest was walking on the red carpet, walking out of the management office with his head held high, his eyes firm and calm.

"Want to talk to him?"

Ciel asked, reaching out to stop the child.

The child frowned and looked at them, looking at their chests, and soon his expression turned disgusting.

"Oh, I forgot, you're not wearing this."

Ciel stretched out his hand, pinned two badges on Gaius and himself, waved, and the unhappiness in the child's eyes disappeared.

"Excuse me, what's the matter? Gentlemen, ah, I understand."

The child seemed to have expected it. He raised his sleeve and wiped the badge on his chest: "Please feel free to look at it, but don't get it dirty."

"I……"

Gaius looked at him blankly, his lips opening and closing, but he was speechless when he knew that the child was leaving impatiently.

"That's just a badge... That's just a badge..."

"Authority cannot be insulted. The sacred asset revolution is the cornerstone of the country's establishment. Even the Holy Emblem cannot be desecrated."

Ciel turned around: "Let's go, sir, we still have many places to see. It seems you haven't gotten used to the feeling of becoming a god yet."

The subsequent memories have been shattered by the huge impact.

Gorgeous palaces, soft carols, Shengsing and Yanwu...alienated human bodies...experiments...surveillance...reports...acquisitions...asset changes...falling...rising...

Ye Qingxuan could see Gaius roaring angrily, questioning and arguing at Ciel, and then the future changes became...even more difficult to understand.

In this kaleidoscope-like magical environment, the will of weak people is quickly worn away.

In the end, only ruins remained.

Countless vicious radiation flooded the surface, and deformed humans crawled on the barren ground, greedily licking the mud.

Among the wreckage, the statue of Gaius was broken and fell to the ground.

The majestic face is covered with dust.

Gaius fell to the ground, his hair disheveled, looking at the desolate things blankly, murmuring something, but even he couldn't hear clearly.

In the end, he turned around frantically, pounced on Charles, and grabbed his collar:

"No! Let me see again! Something must have gone wrong! The human world should be perfect! This time, I will definitely be able to..."

"It doesn't matter."

Ciel smiled pitifully. These were the last words in his memory:

"You can watch as long as you want..."

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan's tracing came to an abrupt end.

Because the old man screamed.

He woke up from his dream, struggled wildly, got down from the operating table, screamed, and rushed wildly at those who stood in front of him, destroying everything that was intact.

"No! No! This isn't right! It should have been perfect! It's not my fault! I'm not wrong!"

He screamed hysterically, looking at everyone with red eyes:

"I'm not wrong! I'm not!!!"

No one responded.

Everyone looked at him silently, watching him roar at the top of his lungs. In the end, he sat down on the ground exhausted, giggled, then shed tears, tore his hair and face, and huddled in the corner. , saying to himself: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

sorry.

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes.

He has gone crazy.

This isn't even Ciel's revenge.

From the beginning, when he was overwhelmed by countless sacrifices and lost his direction, this ending was doomed. He couldn't face the sacrifices of his colleagues, couldn't face his own people, and couldn't face so much pain.

He can only deceive himself, deceiving himself that the sacrifice is worth it, for the future, for something else.

For whatever reason.

He will never find that perfect world.

When this bubble was burst, he was no longer far away from madness.

He is overwhelmed by guilt and despair. After what he has been chasing in his life has been destroyed, and the price he has sacrificed in his life has lost its meaning, how can he face the world?

"Kill him."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and clenched his fists: "When I think of the teacher dying for such a lunatic, I feel... it's not worth it."

"Unfortunately, we can't."

This is the answer from the person in charge of the Silent Organization.

"What's the meaning?"

"Literally, we can't kill him."

The old musician replied: "His health has reached an inhuman level, and even the fatal brain tumor that was imminent has been removed.

There was something sustaining his life, and every time he was on the verge of death, it would restore him to his original state, just like this. "

He drew his sword and chopped off Gaius's head with a clean slash.

But the head rolled on the ground, and the blood was splashed and flowed back toward the wound. Every drop of it returned to the body. Finally, the head returned to its original position.

No more scars.

"We have tried various methods. In a sense, he has become a natural disaster and is almost immortal." The person in charge sighed softly: "Even if he is burned to ashes, he can be reborn from the fire... That one A god, I’m afraid he doesn’t want to let him go so easily, right?

Originally, we could inject him with sedatives and hypnosis to make him fall asleep, but now, his body has become resistant to drugs, and before long, even dreams will become a luxury for him. "

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

An ordinary person might wish for this kind of immortality, but for Gaius... this is eternal punishment and torture.

He could no longer escape anything by dying.

Live in pain forever.

Facing it all in pain forever.

"I know your news. You can go and take him with you... I don't want to look at him again."

Ye Qingxuan looked away and pushed the door open.

Ignoring the person in charge chasing after him. The man was stopped by his subordinates, and seemed to be shouting something to himself from a long distance away.

But he no longer wanted to listen.

But when he opened the door, he saw the man under the steps.

And that familiar face.

"This is our first meeting, His Excellency the Chief Judge. I take the liberty of visiting you, please give me my thanks."

At the foot of the steps, the first citizen of Burgundy, His Majesty the Great Emperor Don Juan, showed him a familiar smile: "Can you please tell me a little bit?"