The sun shone brightly.
Under the dry, cold wind, the sunlight streaming down from directly overhead without obstruction dispelled the chill.
Under the clear, boundless sky, on a small peak of the Constantine Mountain Range, Lin An silently raised his head and stared directly at the dazzling blazing sun.
"What is difficulty?"
"What does it mean to weigh the pros and cons and preserve oneself?"
"What is right? What is wrong?"
He had not slept all night.
After questioning himself again and again, Lin An vaguely arrived at a true answer that transcended reason and human nature.
If one wanted to survive in Doomsday, to fight for that sliver of hope amid disasters that grew increasingly difficult one after another,
then what did one have to rely on?
Strength?
Absolute rationality, intelligence, ruthlessness, pursuing the Optimal Solution in everything, making the correct choices to survive?!
No!
The answer was no.
Was the Xenomorph Emperor not rational enough?
To achieve his goal, he had been nearly willing to pay any price.
Lin An also believed that an existence who could reach the Fourth Order Peak and was still doing everything possible to break through to the Fifth Order, even willing to sacrifice half a civilization to cross endless light-years—a civilization leader like that Xenomorph Emperor absolutely qualified as a competent one.
But he had died. He had failed, and his defeat had been somewhat laughable.
Were the Heavenly Eye People not intelligent enough? Did they lack wisdom?
No.
A race with fragile bodies that had nevertheless relied on Spiritual Energy Technology to turn the tables could absolutely not be fools!
Had they not learned their lesson? Had they not made the "correct" choice?
No.
They had. Moreover, they had made the most correct choice available to their civilization at its current