"First, have everyone move a little closer..."
"And Liu Xiaoliang should be the last one to move in."
Martin continuously touched the different figures, entering that frozen space-time and adjusting each figure's position.
The course of history was not independent. Sometimes, adjusting one figure would also alter the positions of the others, forcing Martin to make constant fine adjustments.
Again and again, he experienced the eruption of that power. Again and again, he was engulfed by it, while the figures' positions drew ever closer.
"Done. Liu Xiaoliang is the last one..."
Martin walked a short distance away and once again touched the figure belonging to Liu Xiaoliang.
The lake water flowed backward, dust rushed into his face once more, and Martin moved with practiced steps. Under everyone's astonished gazes, he walked up to the person in charge.
"What are you doing?" the person in charge asked doubtfully. Liu Xiaoliang's behavior was simply too strange.
"I'll come back to save you soon," Liu Xiaoliang said calmly, his face full of confidence.
"Save us?" The person in charge was even more confused.
The blaring horn drowned out their conversation.
Liu Xiaoliang found a suitable spot and stood still, then turned to look in the direction of the explosion.
After experiencing the same desperate event many times, it no longer felt frightening. Humanity's capacity to endure was just that strong.
As a child, failing an exam felt terrifying. Later, in college, even failing classes like crazy no longer seemed scary.
As a child, one could not imagine what punishment would come from being late. By college, if you overslept, you just kept sleeping. Even if the teacher happened to call attendance, you would only curse, "Why am I so unlucky?"
Humanity's ability to discard its "bottom line" and constantly raise its threshold for