Overturned Tower

Russell has now obtained the identity of "Salon", and the resources and currency on Happy Island have become meaningless numbers to him. For things like personal firewalls, which are strictly calculated based on money, he has already filled them up.

——But when Russell heard that voice in his ears, his firewall had no warning at all.

It’s not that Russell’s firewall was paralyzed through computing power, nor was it that he found a loophole and got in. Instead, it uses a high-dimensional technology that is completely unrecognizable by Russell's firewall.

"I am the guardian of Taoyuan Island...Kubler didn't want to see you very much, so I came here for her."

Zhu Rong's voice was calm and warm: "After all, you ate Sai Lun, and she has a very good personal relationship with Sai Lun. She felt that what she said when she saw you might not be objective enough--she would add some confusion to her evaluation of you. Unnecessarily personal."

That was no ordinary electronic synthesized sound. Its ups and downs and tone have no mechanical component at all. Just like a real human being, you can even taste the subtle complex emotions and subtexts.

Russell just listened to his voice, feeling as if he was hallucinating a specific image.

He is like a mature man with sparse stubble, wearing short sleeves or a shirt, showing a sunny and cheerful smile, and possessing patience and wisdom. He has a sunny smell about him, and his gentle nature reminds people of the kind-hearted kindergarten teacher who always flatters the children.

"Another reason is that I am really interested in you. The egg of dusk, the alien, the ultramarine hero...

"——Well, let's talk first."

Zhu Rong made no secret of his goodwill.

It slowly turned around, and the sharp-toothed cabin door slowly opened.

From a distance, it looks like it's just a small door. If you took a picture of Russell from this angle, it would be a giant "H." The gate is just a small dot in the center of the middle bar.

But when the "Tower of Babel" flew closer, Russell realized how spacious it was. So much so that it can allow at least ten "Towers of Babel" to fly in sideways in a row.

As Russell and Huazhu flew into the cabin and slowed down, the lights inside were also turned on row by row.

The originally dark interior of the ship became brightly lit in an instant.

The Tower of Babel gradually descended and came to rest on the ground.

A row of stairs rose directly from the ground, just enough for Russell to walk down easily. After Russell and Huachu reached the ground, the row of stairs automatically descended and disappeared.

The "Tower of Babel" without the operation of Russell and Huachu turned around on its own and headed to another place.

"don’t worry."

Zhu Rong's gentle voice rang directly in Russell's ears: "I'll drive it to recharge, otherwise it might be difficult for you to go back.

"And it's not suitable for you to drive it when you are moving on land later. Isn't it?"

"Where shall we meet?"

Russell raised his head and shouted in the empty hull.

His voice echoed, but there was no response. There is no one here, not even androids and robots.

At this moment, a huge wall next to Russell rippled like water and gradually became transparent.

A middle-aged man wearing a dark red robe, black hair, blazing eyes, and a pair of dragon horns on his head emerged from it with a smile.

He even adjusted his angle in the camera, looking sideways like a mirror to see if the beard on his face was clean.

He stretched out his index finger and scratched his face, making a slight scratching sound.

Then, Zhu Rong raised his head and looked at the "lens".

"If you want to see me, you can go anywhere. Strictly speaking, the real 'I' is not on land, but in the core of Taoyuan Island. What you just saw from the outside is just my body."

"...Intellectual AI?"

Russell murmured: "The god of light of the Chu people, the god of enlightenment who bestows fire on mortals, the fire of the south... the red emperor of the Zhu Rong clan."

"oh?"

Hearing this, Zhu Rong's eyes lit up: "Do you actually recognize my name? Although I know that you must be from the parallel world of Earth... but you should be someone from an older era."

"So be it."

Russell sighed and felt something for a moment: "I haven't heard the word 'Earth' for a long time."

"Actually, I would say that there is no need to strangle past history like this."

Zhu Rong crossed his arms and said: "When people forget history, they also forget the glory of the past. Without the richness of culture, there is no recognition.

"Speaking of which, Russell. As an 'ancient person', what do you think of these 'future people'?"

"...Depravity, stupidity, absurdity, madness."

Russell didn't hesitate to throw out a bunch of negative words.

But after a brief silence, he added softly: “But it’s actually not that different from the era I lived in.

"People are still running for life, quarreling over all kinds of trivial things, and feeling jealous and hateful over meaningless things. There are also people who sacrifice their lives for others and do their best to prove the brilliance of life. alive.

“Some people live just to live; some people die for something greater than life; and some people live hard so that more people can live.

"We lived on the ground at that time, but it was no different from the society on the island today. At that time, I had nothing and was useless... Even if I wanted to help others, I could only make scattered donations. Give me some money—donate something that may not be enough for my meal. Because if it’s more, I’ll feel bad.”

At that time, I was just a mediocre mortal.

It's not so much that there is more than enough in one's mind but not enough in strength... it's better to say that one doesn't even dare to think about that "into which one has more than enough in mind".

"——I like this world."

Russell raised his head and his voice became clear and bright: "Because it gave me possibility - it gave me, an ordinary person, the possibility to change the world.

"Now that the world has kissed me with love... I will sing in return."

"...It sounds like your original world has also been infected by fantasy."

The smile on Zhu Rong's face faded a little.

He sighed, sighing in a low voice: "Sure enough, there are few worlds in this universe that have not been crawled by dreams."

"A completely clean world... does it mean a kind of utopia where there is no hatred or jealousy?"

Russell asked: "Does such a world really exist?"

"Yes."

Zhu Rong nodded: "Theoretically, if you are not infected by 'Dream' at all, then the concept of 'self' should not be born. 'Individuals' only use their own desires to deliberately harm and destroy the continuation of the 'group' - not Is it to gain strong genetics or more survival resources for oneself, but to simply kill others... This is a special phenomenon that should not exist."

"...It sounds like living in the Garden of Eden but not eating the fruit of wisdom."

"Ah, I know. It's Gabriel's myth, right?"

Zhu Rong was a little surprised: "You are very knowledgeable - in the original world, were you a scholar who studied ancient mythology?"

Hearing this, Russell opened his eyes slightly.

Then he reacted immediately.

"...Have your myths and legends been lost?"

Chapter 2 will be after midnight——