416 Chapter 70, World Melting Pot

Sylby woke up from the dream. In a trance, he seemed to have experienced a long reincarnation, a journey that lasted thousands of years. And after he woke up, everything in the dream was being quickly forgotten.

He looked at his alarm clock, and the books piled up in the room, and there was a row of bright red characters on the books, reminding him of something.

【Go to the top】

Looking at the row of big characters, he muttered.

Too tired to study. I actually had such a weird dream.

Engineer Sylby Spencer got up and continued to prepare for the next moon landing project.

Thousands of kilometers away, in a muddy farm, Hoffa carried the heavy feed on his shoulders and piled it panting in front of a group of lowing cows. He opened the feed pack, and spooned spoonful after spoonful of feed into the trough.

The door on the side opened, and a man who looked like a contractor walked in and said to him, "Hoffa, the boss wants to invite you to dinner, and Lina is here too."

"No." Hoffa said lightly while feeding the cow.

"I'm not talking about you, you are already twenty years old, it's time to find someone." The foreman said.

"I've got a wife," Hoffa said.

"You have a wife?" the foreman was surprised, "I haven't seen it before, what's your wife's name?"

Hoffa remembered something in a trance. He did not remember his wife's appearance, nor his wife's name, but he could still feel a faint tenderness and love in his heart.

"No, I have work to do tonight," he said.

(applause.)

This time the moon landing was successful, let us welcome the aerospace engineer Sylby Spencer to give us a wonderful speech.

(applause)

(applause)

"Silby?"

"Silby

The host looks around.

A woman dressed as a secretary stood up and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, host, Mr. Spencer asked me to tell you that he is currently preparing to land on Mars and has no time to attend the celebration banquet."

fifty years later

A bunch of wooden statues are placed in the room, and Hoffa is lying on a recliner, wearing reading glasses, and carving two figures with a woodworking knife in his hand. The figures are clumsy, one with long hair and one with short hair. Hoffa stared at the two clumsy figurines and scratched his head. It seemed that his talent was really not good enough, and he couldn't carve a satisfactory appearance no matter how hard he sculpted.

At this time, a painful voice came from the radio.

"Today, we forever lose Sylby Spencer, the greatest aerospace engineer of all time, who crashed into Jupiter's atmosphere when his spaceship flew to Jupiter because of a heat shield. During his lifetime, Spencer has broken the record of human aspirations to space countless times. He is a well-deserved apex. The man who flew the farthest on earth”

Hoffa was slightly taken aback.

Then he closed his eyes and remembered nothing.

——

Sylby woke up from the dream again, looking at the kneeling crowd, feeling a little dazed. He seems to be flying, has been flying, how could he be sitting on the throne all of a sudden.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember the shame of your father being killed?"

The prime minister cried.

The crying woke him up from his dream, and he looked at the large characters on the plaque in front of him.

【Go to the top】

"No! Of course I dare not forget!"

Sylby shouted: "I will never forget it in this life!"

It's really too much pressure, what to fly.

As a king, it is natural to rule the world and become the apex existence.

In a field somewhere in the kingdom.

With a hoe in his hand, Hoffa kept tilling the field. The hot sun shone on his head, making him sweat profusely, and he stopped from time to time to wipe his head with a towel.

"Brother, it's time to eat!"

Someone called him from the edge of the field.

Looking back, it was a sweet-looking girl, a fruit-growing girl in Lincun.

Reluctantly, he put down the hoe in his hand and came to the edge of the field. The girl handed him the towel and lunch box. He only accepted the lunch box, but declined the towel.

"Thank you, Bessie, but I won't be delivering food tomorrow," Hoffa said.

The girl was taken aback: "Why?"

"The king's calling for troops," Hoffa said.

"Are you going?" the girl asked with dark eyes.

"May I choose?"

"It seems that I can't help it."

"Then just go." Hoffa said lightly.

"Will brother come back?" The girl looked down at him shyly.

Hoffa wiped his sweat and draped the towel over his back.

"not coming back."

ten years later.

At the commendation meeting.

Hoffa stood on the dais, gazing at the man seated on the throne. The man's expression is a little lonely, which is the taste of the apex.

"During the battle against the Oren Empire, Bach, your Majesty granted you a wish to be granted because of your meritorious service." The general said approvingly, "What reward do you want?"

"A piece of land." Hoffa said without hesitation.

"How big is it, and where is it?"

"Okay, fertile, the size of my comrades."

He said without humility: "As big as others are, I will be as big as I am."

"Then how about assigning you two wives as well?" the general whispered in his ear.

Hoffa was taken aback, and said, "I have a wife."

fifty years later

The gray-haired Hoffa lay alone under a vine trellis on a fertile farm, carving two pieces of wood in his hand. Girls on wood wearing smiling expressions, one with long hair and one with short hair. Hoffa looked at them and always felt that his craftsmanship was not good enough to sculpt the feeling in his heart.

"Master! Master!"

A servant pushed the door and rushed in, sweating and shouting beside him.

"What's the matter? In a panic."

Hoffa stroked the wooden figure and said.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty is dead!"

The servant cried, and the sky fell.

"Your Majesty died?" Hoffa looked at the wood carving in his hand and asked lightly, "Why did you die?"

"His Majesty was bitten off by the palace lady for massacring the city when he was on an expedition to Dongshang Kingdom"

The servant whispered a few words carefully in Hoffa's ear.

Hoffa frowned, then his eyes went dark, and he couldn't remember anything.

——

Sylby woke up from the dream again, the pain in his lower body made him smash the report in his hand furiously.

"Bitch!"

When the report came down, what was revealed was the partner's sluggish, fat face.

Sylby was taken aback, he looked at the office wall.

There's a red arrow pointing upwards.

There are several words in the direction of the arrow.

【Go to the top】

He bit his lip for a moment.

It's really too much pressure. What kind of king's dream is he, a private equity fund manager? He got serious and continued to read the boring financial statements.

On Main Street, Bach's Fried Chicken

With a bang, Hoffa chopped the chicken leg into pieces, then quickly put it in a box and handed it to the customer in front of him. Customers form long lines, eagerly waiting for the best and cheapest fried chicken in the city.

All fried chicken sold out.

The line of customers is not even halfway through.

Hoffa hung up the sold out sign, pushed the garbage bins to the back of the kitchen, and found a chair. Lie down under a fan to let the air dry.

"Boss, can't you do more?"

A beautiful female office worker walked around the garbage sorting bin cautiously, ran to the back kitchen unhappily and asked him: "I can't eat every time I come from get off work."

The greasy Hoffa lit a cigarette, spit it out, and said coldly, "Takeaway."

"No, there's no such thing as buying a takeaway with your own hands." Piaoliang, a white-collar worker, twisted and said unhappily, "Boss, can you leave me a separate copy? I'll pick it up after get off work."

Hoffa sneered: "Dream."

The beautiful white-collar worker let out a wow, and said aggrievedly, "Why, boss!"

"My wife can't even eat it for you!?"

Hoffa slammed the door shut.

"Mr. Silby, what is the secret to making your hedge fund the world's top?" The host asked, "How did you change the management scale from 100 million to 1 trillion?"

"Quantitative management."

Sylby pushed his glasses gracefully and said.

"Quantitative management?"

"Yes, all the factors that affect the economy have been fully integrated and put into one model. All future fluctuations are included in my calculations."

"Won't there be an accident?"

"No, all the risks on this planet are included in the calculations of my model. Even if it is a small fluctuation, even if a certain country's brain goes to war, it is also included in my calculations."

"So, Mr. Sylby, will you stop there? Will you manage more money?"

"How is it possible? Is an economy that stops still an economy? As long as the economy doesn't stop, my management scale won't stop."

sixty years later

Hoffa was leaning against the back kitchen of the fried chicken shop, with a carving knife in his hand, he was quickly carving two statues. A group of apprentices looked curiously at the exquisite wood carvings in the cabinet. The woodcarving can clearly be seen to be two beauties, they have different postures, one has long hair, the other has short hair, and their eyes are smiling, very moving.

An underage apprentice tried to reach out to touch the two statues, but was kicked hard by an adult man.

"Dare to touch Master's wife without washing your hands, you are looking for death!"

Big Brother scolded.

The apprentice withdrew his hand.

Suddenly, the back kitchen door was pushed open, and an apprentice rushed in, shouting: "Master! Master! Something is wrong!!"

"The sky is falling?" Hoffa, who was carved with wood carvings, said lightly.

"It's more scary than that!" The apprentice waved the newspaper in his hand and shouted, "The financial crisis is coming, and more than half of our chain stores collapsed overnight!"

All the apprentices gasped.

Hoffa was unmoved, and continued to sculpt, and asked lightly, "Why is there a financial crisis?"

"A meteorite hit the chip area in the Northern Plains, destroying all the high-precision industries in the world! The world's largest quantitative fund, the King's Fund, went bankrupt! The manager of the King's Fund, the world's richest man, Sylby, committed suicide by jumping off the building!"

Hoffa was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes went dark. I don't remember anything.

——

Sylby woke up again from the dream.

The cold wind howling beside his ears was vivid in his mind, he opened his eyes dully, and looked at the soft magic crystal lamp above his head. This time, he was confused. There seemed to be many times, he woke up like this, many, many times.

But every time I woke up, the confusion was more profound than the last time.

On the table, the scrolls, large and small, are still vivid in his memory, and the brightly colored characters on the scrolls still remind him where he should go.

【Go to the top】

For the first time, Silby was confused about the apex.

What exactly is the apex?

If there are some inconspicuous things at those vertices, he will be easily shaken.

If only those vertices were so vulnerable to the uncertainties of the world.

Is such a vertex still a vertex?

This time, mage Silby fell into deep confusion.

The long winter nights have fallen.

A strange land, a strange kingdom, a strange environment.

There are no more fertile fields, no more fertile soil, no more strange women come to him, only the eternal aurora and night.

Hoffa trudged alone in the snow, carrying firewood, and went to the market to exchange for living supplies.

The marketplace was empty, and in this dead wasteland, not many people had survived.

Looking at the unsalable firewood in his hand and the lonely aurora in the sky, Hoffa lit a fire. Take out a knife and gently carve the material in your hand in solitude.

Soon, the firewood became alive in his hands. Hoffa looked at the two girls and smiled slightly in the winter night, as if all the cold had gone away from him.

"Excuse me, can I buy your statue?"

Someone asked him: "I can pay."

A man dressed as an aristocrat stopped beside him, and he looked at the statue in Hoffa's hand in shock and said.

"Not for sale," Hoffa said.

"You seem to be very poor. I can pay you a lot of money."

The man dressed as an aristocrat looked at the statue in Hoffa's hand obsessively.

"If you don't sell it, you can go."

Hoffa held the statue in his arms, and issued an order to evict the guest bluntly.

The nobleman looked at the man in the snow, and stretched out his hand to him: "It's okay if you don't sell it, please let me raise you, as long as you are willing to carve for me."

"Master, may I ask, in this cold and lonely world, what can we rely on?"

In the cold temple, an old woman asked Silby.

Sylby didn't know how to answer, he had already fallen into a long thought.

"I used to be a beautiful woman. When I was young, countless people fell under my skirts, but ten years passed in a blink of an eye. Now I can only linger in the snowdrifts. Master, please tell me why , something I depend on, so fragile"

Stupid woman, maybe he used to say that, but at the moment, Sylby just kept silent. The apex he was looking for must not be as fragile as a woman's appearance, but what could not be fragile?

Why is it always impossible to grasp the uncertainty?

Why are there always unexpected places?

Why is there something unexpected lurking next to the apex every time?

Is his calculation not careful enough?

Is his brain capacity not big enough?

It must be.

He doesn't know enough.

He didn't understand enough.

He hasn't learned enough.

In a room full of statues, Hoffa was tirelessly carving.

The creatures he sculpts are all kinds of strange things, with different expressions and lifelike. Those were creatures and people that naturally appeared in his mind, but Hoffa didn't know how they came about.

He just sculpts casually.

The noble who supported him stood in a room full of statues, stared at a fierce young man for a long time, and then came to the sculptor. Chat with him everyday:

"Mr. Bach, the archmage of this land has taught himself to death, and he died of exhaustion at his desk."

Hoffa raised his head slightly in surprise.

"Don't be surprised, this is the Land of Eternal Night, there is no entertainment here, only learning and thinking, every archmage in the world will learn a huge amount of knowledge, this is the only way they must go to find answers, Sylby Spencer Er is no exception."

Hoffa opened his mouth.

"Mr. Bach, can you let me take another look at the old statue? The original statue?" the nobleman pleaded.

Hoffa didn't answer him, he rolled his eyes and lost his memory again.

——

Sylby wakes up again and again

again and again and again

again and again and again

Hoffa also followed behind him, waking up again and again.

Every time he wakes up, Silby can gain more knowledge, a new profession, more skills, again and again, and again and again. And Hoffa just repeated some simple and boring tasks, and sculpted something to pass the time in his spare time.

A hundred times

thousand times

Ten thousand times

billion times

Mega times

Birth of the infinite universe

destroy

the birth

destroy

rebirth

Destroy again

I don't know how many times I woke up

Sylby no longer looked at the world around him, and he no longer looked at that deliberate and special reminder, because the longing had been deeply rooted in his bones, and he could no longer escape it.

"I don't want to wake up again"

He said: "Everything in this world. I want it. This time, I must count everything. I must"

This time, again, there is no one specific occupation.

Biology, physics, chemistry, witchcraft, magic, everything

Astronomy, geography, mathematics, language, religion, everything inclusive

Enhanced human body, modified genes, mechanical ascension, forbidden magic, unscrupulous

Thus, in that dark room, in that endless package of densely packed chips, a huge brain worm was born. Human brain capacity can no longer hold so much knowledge. Not only does he need a brain, he needs chips, he needs electronic components, he needs not only glucose, but also electricity, he even needs magic crystals, various potions, spells, prayers, and everything that allows him to see farther.

Everything that allows him to recognize the deeper universe has been used by him.

only for.

Go to the top.

While the brain worm was squirming, Silby faced the void and murmured: "The world. Where is the top authority in the world? Where is the most powerful POWER? What is it that dominates the world. Oh, it must not be magic, it must not be spiritual, it must not be physical, it must be something more powerful"

For the first time, there were whispers and echoes in his huge brain.

"It's been so many times, still can't see clearly, Sylby. The only constant is change. The only certainty is uncertainty hahahahahaha..."

There was a trace of obsession and ecstasy on Sylby's face: "Ah, yes, that's right, it's the ultimate thing of change. It's change."

"Yes. Yes" the voice in my head said with a smile, "Yes, yes, it is like this. Nothing is indestructible, the only constant is change. No matter how great an existence is, it is only a bunch of things in the end. Ashes, a handful of loess. Only by embracing uncertainty and becoming change itself can we reach the summit forever in this unpredictable world.”

"I get it. I get it. It's change. Is it? The only thing that stays the same is change. It turns out that only you are the strongest thing. That's it, that's it, that's the knowledge, the magic, the magic. Physics fuck the rules I am change. I am change. Everything is changing. Everything is changing. Hahaha. Hahaha. Hahaha. Authority."

In the field, Hoffa continued his life after busy farming.

Cutting wheat, threshing rice, and pounding rice, he lived alone for hundreds of millions of years.

Quietly enjoying the endless loop. The only difference is that he no longer does sculpture anymore. Most of the time, he just lay there, lying motionless, his thoughts drifted to far, far places, where he could still feel the tenderness. That tenderness allows him to enjoy time and live in peace no matter which world he is in.

On this day, after he cut the wheat, he lay motionless on the ears of wheat.

At this time, a person walked slowly towards him from a distance. Hoffa straightened up and looked at her in the sunlight. This was the first woman he hadn't deliberately distanced himself from in countless ages.

"Ah, it's you, Chloe."

Despite the endless time, even though he had forgotten how to meet her, Hoffa still recognized the girl in front of him at a glance.

He sat up from the wheat pile, biting a stalk, and asked with a smile, "Why did you come to see me~"

Chloe looked at Hoffa with complex expressions in her eyes. That is admiration, but also reluctance, and even more admiration.

She knelt slowly beside Hoffa and held out her hand to him.

Hoffa was surprised. He sat up sideways, looked at Chloe who was kneeling on the ears of wheat, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I've come to give you something."

Chloe said: "Only you in the world can control it."

Hoffa extended his hand to Chloe, and Chloe gently and secretly wrote a small square word in his hand.

Then he whispered in his ear: "He is dying, do you want to see him?"

Who is he referring to?

Hoffa doesn't remember much.

But just as he remembers the tenderness, he remembers a certain feeling, something sharp, and he's kept a place for it in his heart all these years later. Now, he can hardly feel the trace of that fierce existence. This made him slightly sad.

"Come on, Chloe, take me to see it."

Hoffa said.