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Once Xu Qi had calmed down a little, his head was full of question marks. His time of death was the 1,100th day—roughly three years from now.
He was seventeen this year, and twenty three years later. Didn't that mean that without the Future Simulator, he would only live to be twenty? A textbook case of dying young in his prime.
With Earth's current environment and public safety, he simply couldn't understand how exactly he had kicked the bucket.
Curious, Xu Qi began reading backward from the date of his death.
Day 717: You vaguely heard people discussing restoration organizations online, but you paid it no mind. That was perfectly normal—Great Shun had been gone for over a century, yet it still had filial sons and worthy grandsons. The Federation had only just been established...
Day 832: There was now fierce debate online over how people from other worlds should be handled. Some believed that those not of our kind must harbor different hearts. The Federation might still belong to Earth now, but as time passed, that might not remain true in the future. It was necessary to preserve the Federation's purity. Others believed that time and space were vast, and only by constantly drawing upon outside strength could they continue growing stronger. Inclusiveness was the way forward; otherwise, for the sake of that pitiful scrap of pride, they would narrow their own path. Watching those arguments, you only found them noisy...
Day 913: The internet was in an uproar. One claim held that, given the Cosmic Federation's productivity, the resources allotted to ordinary people were far too scarce, which was unreasonable. Reality was affected as well. The classmates around you had also been influenced and were all discussing the issue. You discovered that quite a few people