497. A Piece of Good News

[Of course, there's also good news. Thank God, we've found a way to preserve this world. Thank you, uh, to hell with those gods, thank ourselves!]

Upon reading this, Frostheart felt a pang of unease, a sense of foreboding washing over her.

Given that such a crazy plan has been proposed and implemented, it's already a miracle that the world hasn't fallen into an even more terrifying abyss. So what exactly does this recorder mean by "the way to preserve this world"?

The more I think about it, the more fear I feel.

She didn't really want to keep reading, but she couldn't suppress her curiosity.

Frostheart's gaze shifted downwards, and lines of somewhat disordered text came into view.

[All of this stems from a hypothesis by Professor Tang. He's a fucking genius. The world's environment has undergone drastic changes, and soon the entire world will become unsuitable for human beings to live in, and most other creatures will find it difficult to survive the disaster.]

And those damn bugs coming from the other side of the bridge are impossible to kill off, and they're incredibly tenacious, many times more formidable than cockroaches.

[The Crystallization Sickness has spread among the rich and middle class; those who deserve to die are almost all dead.]

As for consciousness uploading and Mechanical Ascension, screw cyberpunk!

These situations gave him inspiration. Professor Tang believed that modifying oneself was the correct solution, but using the radioactive ore was unreliable. The real direction humanity should be improving was the bridge, and the monsters on the other side of the bridge.

[To hell with monsters, to hell with humans, we're all on the verge of death. Those complex and powerful monsters that can move freely in the complex universe and devour all objects to obtain energy are the direction of human evolution.]

I'm fed up with those politicians' quid pro quo schemes. Damn it, only Professor Tang's vision represents the true direction for humanity.

[This might sound crazy, but it doesn't matter, because those vested interests who could possibly stop this plan have long since turned to Stone drugs!]

[We've made it all right. The experiment was a huge success, a fucking success! The flesh and blood of humans and monsters fused together almost instantly. Because of the monsters' brain capacity—to hell with brain capacity—a single monster couldn't carry the complete consciousness of a human. So we used consciousness uploading technology to connect several monsters. Genius! I'm a fucking genius!]

The experiment went quite smoothly. The captured monsters were eventually dominated by human will, and their forms changed. We speculate that these changes in form were also to adapt to the local environment.

Furthermore, according to feedback, the fused being can connect the consciousness of the devoured creature with itself. In other words, even if a human is devoured by these monsters, their consciousness can achieve immortality. This is true evolution.

These creatures have very low intelligence, relying solely on instinct and powerful evolutionary abilities to traverse the universe. If they were even slightly more intelligent, they could potentially conquer the entire universe.

We're trying to get people whose consciousness has been uploaded into monsters to cross the bridge, attracting even more monsters. Our plan is simple: upload the consciousness of all humanity to those monsters to achieve humanity's ultimate evolution. That way, those who want to stay here can stay, and those who want to leave can explore the universe. This is the true new era.

Looking back now, all three options used to address this disaster ultimately achieved their original objectives, and none of them were dispensable.

[Without the bridge, we wouldn't have been able to discover those incredibly resilient creatures. If the human modification program hadn't been implemented, we would not only have had to start researching human adaptability from scratch, but we would also have been hindered by those damned vested interests. Finally, even research on consciousness uploading, which sounds like a dream, played a crucial role.]

Such a coincidence can no longer be described as mere chance; in the words of some devout religious people, it is divine intervention.

It is precisely because we are the chosen ones that we are able to find a way out before such destruction.

Now, over 100,000 people have undergone the transformation and crossed to the other side of the bridge. It's time for me to set off too. May humanity endure and the flame of civilization continue to burn.

Towards the end, this person's writing suddenly became much calmer and more rational.

It's like a mentally ill person spouting nonsense suddenly starting to discuss academic topics, and even speaking eloquently about them.

This made Frostheart feel even more terrified.

What is he doing?

If someone keeps talking nonsense, Frostheart would definitely think that he has lost his mind and gone mad.

But when this person calmed down and spoke those words in an extremely rational tone, Frostheart felt afraid.

This is what it looks like when someone has lost their original values, completely fallen into madness, and takes their own beliefs as the standard.

Compared to the distortions recorded by a madman using insane language, the perversions written by a rational person using rational language are even more horrifying.

In other words, the person who wrote this report at the time could no longer be considered human in spirit.

He firmly believed that what he was doing was saving the world, and that it was because of these people, the best people in the world, that the wasteland we see today was created by their efforts to save the world they loved.

How ironic.

For Frostheart, the more she knows, the more unfortunate she becomes; the more curious she is, the more irreversible the consequences become; and the more she tries to pursue hope, the stronger her despair becomes.

People often push themselves into the abyss, and when they fall, they even think they are entering heaven.

This kind of perception exists everywhere.

Just like Frostheart herself, she has been determined since childhood to eliminate all insect swarms and make the world blue and clean again, but is all of this really the right thing to do?

These insect swarms that bring misfortune to humanity are actually survivors of the Old Era.

Humans suffering from Crystallization Sickness can only live to their twenties, and civilization is forever stuck in the Middle Ages, struggling in the face of an increasingly cruel environment.

Humans, who became part of the swarm, flew out of their planet and were able to survive and reproduce in any part of the universe, spreading human civilization among the stars.

To be or not to be, that is the question.

Is it to strive for nobility, maintain lofty principles, and remain steadfast until death, or to resort to any means necessary, sacrificing everything just to keep moving forward?

Which of these two behaviors is more noble?

Lu Ban, on the other hand, has a different perspective.

He had no intention of judging whether these people's actions were right or wrong.

This is because it is a self-rescue measure taken by ordinary humans when faced with pollution from foreign lands.

Survival is the first priority of civilization. A dead civilization, no matter how glorious and brilliant, is nothing more than a tombstone.

Even if a surviving civilization has become alienated, it still has a future.

In foreign lands, it is far better to give civilization to time than to give time to the years.

Those precious, ravaged civilizations that we once took pride in will blossom into even uglier flowers of evil under the pollution and devastation of foreign lands.

Everything that humanity cherishes, cares about, and protects is nothing more than insects in a filthy torrent, drifting with the current and gradually sinking into depravity.

All the struggles of civilization are in vain.