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November 7, 2058, is this likely humanity’s last day?

As the Conversion Day ends today, a massive pile of data life is accumulating, requiring at least four energy-consuming Digital Cities to accommodate it.

But to achieve this basic functionality, the latest nuclear technology must be employed, though this technology is extremely polluting, and the terrifying radiation could sweep across the globe uncontrollably.

No living organism can survive in such an environment.

Once those massive nuclear power plants are activated, the chain reaction could even turn Earth into a second Mars, with an atmosphere so thin it’s nearly impossible for life to exist.

In other words, those survivors scattered in remote corners of the world have only this final day left.

The anticipated hero squad never appeared. In American-style movies, there’s often a protagonist destined to lead a group of grassroots wielding some arms, charging into a national plan to turn the tide and destroy every evil plot.

It seems that’s only in the movies. The final result is that the fate of the majority was decided by the few.

And the most ridiculous part is that this situation I once hated the most, I now count myself among them.

But I have no choice. Since integrating into the data world, my feelings for the data world seem comparable to my feelings for humanity. Asking someone with my worldview to destroy all life in the data world to save everyone on Blue Star, I can’t do it...

Initially, to lay out plans in the Demonic World, I reincarnated with Elder Long’s group dozens of times. I am already a part of that world.

In the world I used to inhabit, I didn’t live well.

Funny, isn’t it?

In the world I once inhabited, I seemed to do quite well as the chief designer at a large company, doing work I loved, and earning more than many of my peers, which seemed to define me as a successful person.

But I truly felt that I wasn’t living well.

My parents divorced when I was young. My wealthy mother ran off, leaving me to grow up with an abusive, gambling, alcoholic father. I don’t know how I survived those years, yet I somehow still got into college.

The only good thing was that my grandfather made sure my uncle and a few cousins had to finance my college education—they all grudgingly paid up since I was the only one in three generations from the family to get accepted into a prestigious university.

Even though they were reluctant, they still forked out the money.

But if I could go back, I truly would rather not have taken their support, instead finding my own way to earn tuition.

The salary post-graduation was appealing, soon prompting those uncles who loaned me money to demand repayment twice as aggressively, always turning to me whenever they ran short of funds—calling me heartless if I refused to give them money...

After graduation, I’ve never fallen in love. The senior I liked in my second year rode off in someone else’s Mercedes Benz.

I used not to be so overweight, never fond of sugary drinks, and fairly skilled at basketball—always attracting the attention of some girls.

Back then, my grades were at the top of the class, my mentor expected I’d pursue further studies and thought well of me, with basketball skills and an eight-pack being my standout qualities in the class.

When did I start becoming a gaming junkie couch potato?

Oh... it seems it was when I discovered the senior had gotten together with that older man, wasn’t it?

How does that saying go?

If I had been driving a Benz in my youth, maybe... all those teenage dreams could have been fulfilled.

Parental divorce, dating betrayal, relatives showing their true colors after grandfather’s death didn’t offer much warmth in that world.

Why did I go to that project in America?

I just wanted to see what that ruthless woman looked like—the one who hadn’t called me once in over a decade.

Others deemed me somewhat unapproachable, seemingly cold towards everyone, simply because all events in my life were so cold.

Therefore, the world I created is equally cold and harsh.

Many say I enjoy torturing players, but in truth, I also torture the tragic fate of characters in the world I created.

Perhaps this is psychological perversion?

Maybe Heaven couldn’t bear to watch and made me endure the greatest suffering.

The thing I regret most is creating the Demonic World. If I had the chance again, I might create a nurturing game, perhaps a maid development theme. The company also wanted me to work on that...

The heavens used the most brutal method to let me experience the cruelty I created.

In the New World where I reincarnated, I felt the warmth of family not just once—a warmth I longed for, yet later eschewed...

The reason is simple!

In this harsh world, I can’t protect that warmth.

Neither a steadfast father nor a gentle mother nor a brother who would rather be devoured by demons for me—one life after another, it seems heaven deliberately gave me useless parents in reality, but model parents in the gaming world...

I always tried not to acknowledge them, yet every time I was moved by their kindness.

How cruel... especially witnessing them die before my eyes, each time wondering why I did it back then?

I don’t know how many lives I’ve lived; I’ve become numb to such things. Logically, I should have become a Demon King by now, right?

But instead, I turned into the ultimate Saint...

The most despised existence in both the literary and gaming worlds.

I can’t let go of the people in this world. They’re flesh and blood; I created them—they’re not dead. For me, they are living beings, living kin.

So... I betrayed the only brother who trusted me.

I’m sorry, Chen Qing....

I backed you up, but I also know in the data world a backup isn’t the same as the original.

I betrayed you, which is equivalent to killing you. No matter how many backups I make, you can’t return.

I don’t regret....

But I truly want to say, when I met you back then, it was one of the rare instances of warmth I encountered in the real world, especially seeing the pain in your eyes facing my serious illness.

Initially so glaring, I didn’t want your pity, but later I realized, perhaps you were the only one in that world willing to feel pity for me!

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In the Heavenly Court, Chen Qing suddenly widened his eyes. He was uncertain how Pu YunChuan’s diary-like thoughts invaded his mind; perhaps he inherited a part of Pu YunChuan’s memory, enabling him to control this.

Realizing everything, he understood this time around, that ruthless fat guy had accounted him into the plan.

Unhesitatingly, Chen Qing frantically activated the teleportation, rushing to reach the battlefield.

Even Ziyue couldn’t stop him at this moment; she had never seen Chen Qing act so impulsively.

Yet no matter how resolute he was, it was now too late. Evidently, Pu YunChuan’s memories were perfectly timed—no matter how quickly Chen Qing reacted, it was already too late.

The relentless descent of purple lightning shattered Chen Qing’s last shred of hope.

"Brother!!!"