"Chu An, are you really going to do this?"
Under the deep-blue glow enveloping the Underground Core node, Klein looked helplessly at Chu An in the laboratory through the World Barrier, his expression complicated.
Even though civilization had already reached the moment of its destruction, even though they were in the most desperate situation imaginable, Chu An still showed no emotion at all. He even had the leisure to conduct experiments.
"You really can run."
"Doesn't your world have a saying? As long as the green mountains remain, there's no need to worry about lacking firewood."
"Running away isn't shameful."
"Even a civilization as powerful as ours has always been preparing an exile plan."
Separated by two worlds, Klein let out a long sigh. He had already lost count of how many times he had tried to persuade Chu An.
There was no helping it. Whether this man lived or died was directly related to how well he himself lived in the Amoeba World.
Having witnessed the destruction of so many civilizations, even though he did not care in the slightest about humanity's extinction, he still had to take this seriously.
"Running away is meaningless."
"I said that a long time ago."
"I want to make one gamble. My last one."
Chu An raised his head and calmly set down the test tube in his hand in the dim laboratory before speaking indifferently.
As soon as his voice fell, Klein's expression suddenly froze.
Make one gamble?
Was he talking about what he had told him before the Artificial God Project began?
Klein had always thought that Chu An's gamble was about whether Lin An could bear the power of the Fifth Order without dying.
He had never expected Chu An to mean betting everything on the last shred of hope.