Chapter One Untitled
At the beginning and end, he still wanted to become the God of the world. When he came back to the human world again after reorganizing the world that was once destroyed by his angry flood, the world appeared with a thriving scene of all things growing and flourishing. God said happily to all his creations: "You will only get eternal happiness if you follow this new order I created, and only if you multiply according to your natural orbit."
As soon as this was said, almost all living beings cried out: "Merciful Lord, we guarantee that we will do it, but please satisfy one common requirement of ours, otherwise the world will surely disappoint you again."
God looked at his creations with tolerance and asked: "What is your request?"
These spirits cried out with one voice: "O most high and almighty Lord, please take the monkey away no matter what!"
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"Who are you?" A voice inexplicably appeared in this desolate realm, perhaps the voice was text, and I, without weight or feeling, sensed and perceived it.
I didn't know how to answer this question, so I just bit down on the sound of these words and chewed them over in my mouth before spitting out: "I remember that my name is Longbiao."
"What's Longpo? What is this thing?"
"Long Bao is me, I am Long Bao." I vaguely feel that question is ridiculous, I think I want to laugh.
"You answer my question, what is Longpo?" It seems to be everywhere, and it also seems to know that I am in such a void realm, and it asks me with such a void form.
"Long Bao? Long Bao is my name, my name is Long Bao, when everyone calls me Long Bao, it's like they're calling me, when everyone says Long Bao, it's like they're talking about me." I think this answer might be suitable.
"So Longwang can only be you? Is there only one name of Longwang?"
"Hmm, this question is also somewhat interesting. I moved a bit to see what kind of thing the person asking this question was, but I couldn't see its appearance as it hid in nothingness. So I replied: 'Long Bao is just a name, perhaps many people are called Long Bao, but I don't know how many people still have this name.'"
"So it seems that you're human, and not some other creature."
"To be honest, I am a human being, not any other creature."
"You are human, not other creatures. You humans have given separate names to all other creatures. No wonder you also have your own name. However, you haven't given a name to every single creature, but only distinguished their categories, without distinguishing each individual within those categories. Why is that?"
"Yes, we just need to distinguish their categories, no need to distinguish individual categories." I think he's absolutely right.
"That's to say, in your view, pigs are just pigs, cows are just cows, and ants are just ants, they don't have individuality," the voice seemed to pause for a moment, "However, from the perspective of pigs, cows, and ants, you humans are also just humans, there is no need to know or distinguish between your individual human bodies, so what's the point of giving names?"
This question is quite interesting, I think I'm smiling as I answer: "You're right, we name ourselves simply because people need to have a name."
"You're just a person after all, haha, you're just a person with a name."
"Are you not? What is your name?" I want to know its name, I think he should be more talkative with me.
"What do you think?"
"I didn't know, you didn't say and I wouldn't have known," I said humorously with my mouth opening and closing without any airflow through my throat but still producing my own voice. "I think you speak Chinese, so you must be a Chinese person, at least someone who understands Chinese."
"Hmm, maybe I'm still from your hometown," the voice suddenly turned into a pure Xiongshan accent, could he really be from my hometown? Before I could think clearly, it changed to Cantonese again, "Maybe I'm still from Guangdong." It even changed to English, "Maybe I'm still a foreigner." It continued to speak in multiple languages I didn't know, saying similar things, and I could clearly sense what it was saying!
Just as I was greatly astonished, it suddenly made the sounds of pigs, cows, horses, tigers and lions, making all the noises that insects and living creatures can make, and I could clearly understand that it was repeatedly expressing this meaning.
I was astonished by its void expression in this void boundary: "Are you human? If you are human, how can you speak so many languages? If you are human, how can you make the sounds of animal spirits?"
"You say I'm human, then I'm human; you say I'm not human, then I'm not human." The voice was a little lower, "What is human?"
"Humans are the highest form of life on Earth, the result of 4.6 billion years of evolution, dominating the entire world of life, using their wisdom to create the material prosperity we see today..." I went on and on.
"After all, you humans are just one form of life, just one among many. Don't forget that nature is the root of all things, and the earth is your mother. There must be heaven and earth before there can be all living things; there must be all living things before there can be men and women; and only then can there be you."
I fell silent, and in that instant, its voice turned into a dazzling red light. I said gloomily: "Yes, I'm just a person after all. My name is just a code for me as a human being. I am myself, yet not myself. I am human, yet not human. In fact, I am no different from those animals, just another life."
I don't know how long it's been since I had any conversation with it, but that red lamp grew brighter and brighter. It wasn't until the light illuminated this desolate world that it spoke again: "Am I you? Are you me?"
"It seems to be, yet it doesn't seem to be. But now that you mention it, it's as if it is." I replied vaguely, and even more vaguely thought to myself: Perhaps neither of us are anything, and since everyone is nothing, then naturally everyone is the same.
The sound opened that huge mouth, but I didn't see any teeth or tongue in this huge mouth. I just felt that the sound opening its huge mouth swallowed me up, and as I was being swallowed up, I heard myself asking myself, and I also asked him, and he also asked me. Everyone was asking like this: "Have I existed? How did I exist? And how will I continue to exist?"
Red light, huge mouth, and this void, with the speed of void, spinning around, unimaginable vortex thoroughly twisted everything's existence into nothingness, all of all completely and thoroughly decomposed, split, and separated into an imperceptible void...
"Who are you?" "I am Long Bo."
"Who are you?" "I am a Chinese, I am human."
"Who are you?" "I am one of this species called human, I'm just a person."
"Who are you?" "......I am just a life, a life that has birth and death, beginning and end, I can feel the process of this life."
"What am I?"
"...I...I'm a classic combination of inorganic and organic matter,...I'm just the conclusion of changes between inorganic and organic matter..."
"Are you not living or dead?"
"...I am alive but just a combination of inorganic and organic matter, I die but it's just the disappearance of this combination...I have never been alive nor have I ever died...I have always been alive...I have also always been dead..."
"What are you after all?" "I... I am nothing but molecules and atoms... I am nothing but molecules and atoms..."
"Do you exist?" "I... I... I exist, I have existed since the beginning of the universe..."
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I was born an orphan in a pitch-black lump, and I emerged swollen from the primordial soup.
I was just a beam of light, and by chance I turned into protons and neutrons. Unbeknownst to me, I transformed into jumping atoms. I and countless others relied on each other for survival in the void that was no longer empty. Countless others left me behind, and I freely traversed the void, unable to calculate how many miles I had traveled in the vast expanse of the sky's romantic journey.
I believe my path is a secret unknown to anyone else, and I pursue my past self in the secrecy.
I have a blood relationship with all that is between heaven and earth. I am everything, yet I am nothing. Everything is me, yet nothing is me.
I was once a ray of sunshine, a gentle breeze, a stone, a drop of magma, a leaf, a small blade of grass; I was once a three-horned beetle, a small fish, a piece of skin on the back of a dinosaur, a long hair on the body of a mammoth, a feather on the tip of a bird's wing, a tooth in the mouth of a lion; I was once flowing freely between canyons, resting quietly underground, flying freely in the air, how did I end up here?
Obviously I am not here, obviously I am also here...
I turned into a monkey.
Since I became a monkey, I found out that I am no longer a monkey.
Can a monkey like me be considered a monkey?
Taking lives as pawns, taking the country as a bet, taking the world as a chessboard, directing mutual slaughter and self-destruction in blood and fire, bayonets and cannons, intrigue and calculation. I am the high-and-mighty emperor, I am also the mournful spirit on the tip of the emperor's knife.
Monkeys are the masters, dominating the earth and life. We generally disdain to think about lives that are not monkeys', those lives are just for our use and consumption. Monkeys like me invent tools and innovate technologies, I use these inventions and innovations to change the fate of monkeys, making their lives better and better, and there are more and more monkeys, but other lives are gradually disappearing in the sea of suffering created by monkeys.
Monkeys, in their quest for more possessions, accelerated the pace of destruction. The very technology that has enabled all that is happening today has also become its closest victim.
The monkey, overjoyed at hearing the wails of others' deaths, having combined loyalty, cunning, ruthlessness and betrayal, stands on the conquered land to proclaim: The greatest happiness for humans is in victory, conquering their enemies, chasing them, taking away their property, making their loved ones cry, riding their horses, sleeping with their wives and daughters.
I have walked like a condemned man in these years, lonely and melancholy, cruel and yet compassionate.
……
I don't want to be a monkey, I'd rather become an animal or a plant!
But monkeys have dominated the life of the entire planet.
In the past 400 years, the number of plant and animal species on Earth has been halved, with a 90% reduction in the area where they live. The rate of extinction is accelerating, with an average of 150-200 species becoming extinct every day. It's estimated that around 1 million species disappeared from the planet in the 1990s alone. 110 mammal species and subspecies have gone extinct, along with 139 bird species and 39 subspecies. Additionally, 1,100 bird species, 600 mammal species, and 25,000 plant species are threatened with extinction.
The world's species will face extinction in the next few centuries, with a quarter of them going extinct first within the next 25 years!
Once a species is gone, it's gone forever. The existence of monkeys has accelerated the extinction of species by hundreds or thousands of times compared to natural extinction! Monkeys have deprived other lives of their living space, and the material created by technology has completely changed the environment. In the eyes of the monkeys' interests, the existence of animals and plants is only to satisfy their needs, just a resource for the monkeys!
"Oh, my almighty and all-powerful Lord, please take the monkey away no matter what!" All living beings except the monkey cried out to God in unison, "The monkey is the root of all evil in the world."
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"This voice finally said: 'Stop daydreaming, your best choice is to change, and you must live a life that surpasses others!'"
I shed tears: "How can I surpass others?"
"The tone of the voice is abnormally cruel: 'Everything that can bring you direct benefits is what you care about, what you must do. You are an economic animal, so all your means must serve this economic purpose!'"
This is a great era, this is a brilliant century, this is the most glorious and resplendent world that monkeys can be proud of, here there is a civilization that shakes heaven and earth!
"This is what we monkeys have built with our own hands, it's ours, not yours, you spirits who are enslaved by us monkeys!" The monkeys said proudly.
"This voice, however, rose up at the same moment: 'You monkeys are, without a doubt, the most superior animals on this planet, posing as masters and rulers with impunity, trying to conquer nature that you do not understand. You take from nature endlessly, and nature will ultimately retaliate against you a hundredfold.'"
I'm sick!
I suddenly cried out in sorrow: "I'm ill! I'm ill!"
……
It's been several months since the last surgery, and Long Bao lies motionless on a heavily guarded hospital bed, but his brain activity is abnormally intense, leaving all experts at a loss.
Jing'er gazed at Long Bao's face with a sorrowful expression, her hands holding his tightly with endless love, waiting for him to wake up suddenly.
Long Wan is still unconscious, and everyone is waiting for him to wake up.
Many times everyone thought he was already dead, but he recovered his heartbeat and regained brain wave activity.
Jing Er's tears often soaked through the clean white sheets covering his body.
The news media gradually stopped paying attention to his physical condition, as there were too many things in the world that could be used to boost ratings. Almost everyone knew that it would only be on the day when Long Bao's will took effect or when he officially died or officially resurrected that there would be front-page news about him - no, it was about the tens of billions of dollars in assets.
In these days when Long Bao is still asleep, Jing Er no longer waits passively for his awakening, but decides to help Long Bao complete the one thing he had always wanted to do well but couldn't - the Xiongshan reservoir.
Her idea was supported by Shi Weihai. Since Long Bao's will had not been announced yet, and their own money was very limited, they only had a few hundred million after gathering all the funds together. Just as they were worried, this news spread, and many high-level executives of the group automatically formed a fundraising team to raise funds for construction among the group employees. Even Jiao Siwei Xue Bingying also made a large donation voluntarily. Soon, the project in Xiongshan was restarted.
The first priority in building the reservoir was to restore the environment on Xiongshan Mountain, which had been damaged by gold mining. However, restoring the environment is not easy. Although it has been seven or eight years since then, there are still large residues of cyanide toxicity in the soil of Xiongshan Mountain, and many villagers have contracted related diseases as a result. Finally, environmental experts used chemical sprays to neutralize the toxins and planted a large number of trees on Xiongshan Mountain to gradually improve the environment. At the same time, other construction projects also started one after another.
One year after the operation, Jing Er returned to China from the United States and went to Xiongshan to inspect the project. Shi Weihai Tao accompanied him, taking a break from the group's affairs. They came again to the grave of Long Bao's ancestors, offering sacrifices for their ancestors on behalf of Long Bao.
The villagers, who were once extremely angry about the Longbiao's ruthless move to stop the water conservancy project, vented all their anger on this cemetery protected by Longbiao with white marble, concrete and iron railings. The snow-white concrete was once stained with filthy things, but now, Jing'er's good deeds and Longbiao's physical crisis have moved and softened their resentment again. Their conscience, which had been blinded by money, has been washed clean by the rain from heaven, restoring the original white face of the marble.
A somberly dressed Jing'er knelt before the grave as the wife of Long Feng, her face gaunt and sorrowful. She burned paper money sheet by sheet, tears falling onto the earth of Xiongshan Mountain, silently disappearing into the soil. The mountain breeze occasionally blew up the burning paper money, sending it swirling through the air, whereupon some black butterflies, as if possessed of life, fluttered mournfully above the snowy white marble.
Jing'er gazed at the tomb built by Long Bao, mourning the ancestors of Long Bao who lay sleeping beneath the earth. As she thought of Long Bao, still wandering between life and death, she finally released all the sorrow she had suppressed for a year. Her sobs echoed hauntingly among the ancient mountains, echoing in the ears of the onlookers, stirring their hearts...
"Alas, what is this thing called love that makes people promise to be together in life and death!" Shi Wei knew that Jing Er was actually crying for Long Bao, so he secretly said to himself. Then he composed his expression, bowed three times to the grave with respect, and softly comforted Jing Er: "Jing Er, get up, don't cry, Old Six has great fortune and a long life, he'll be fine, he'll be fine."
Sitting in the return helicopter, Jing'er still gazed out of the window at the fleeting mountains and rivers with a desolate expression. Shi Wei didn't know how to help Jing'er calm her sorrowful mood, so he could only ramble on: "Jing'er, Lao Liu's family has exactly 64 generations up to his generation, isn't that just like the eight trigrams of the I Ching? And I heard from someone that in the Kangxi Dictionary, the character with the most strokes is the four complex dragon characters stacked together. Lao Liu happens to be surnamed Long, and this character also has exactly 64 strokes. I think this must be a sign that all the curses will end with Lao Liu, don't you?"
Jing'er glanced at Shi Wei, smiled slightly, and Shi Wei continued with a forced smile: "Jing'er, actually I know you're worried about the curse on Lao Liu's body. Although you've always told us there's no curse, and Lao Liu has also said there's no curse, but personally, I still believe there is this curse. And I also know that you actually believe in this curse too, you're worried that Lao Liu really got cursed. But I won't hide it from you, Lao Liu will definitely be fine, I have this premonition. Hai Tao, don't you think so?"
Haitao nodded in agreement, and Shi Wei became even bolder: "Don't look at Old Six now, whose heart stops beating from time to time, but his brain waves have always been very active. I believe he can hear every word we say and knows everything. Old Six's will to survive is the strongest, and his fighting spirit is also the strongest. He must be in a life-and-death struggle with this evil curse right now! I guarantee that he will definitely win this war! I think what we need to do most now is: first, keep talking to him continuously to boost his morale; second, gather the most powerful Taoist masters to study the curse; third, see if Old Six's condition has anything to do with the feng shui of Xiongshan. Who knows, maybe this time we changed the feng shui of Xiongshan by repairing the reservoir, and Old Six will suddenly wake up!"
"Feng shui, curse," Jing'er muttered to herself, thinking that if Longbiao's illness was really just related to feng shui, it would be great. If the curse on Longbiao was indeed as Shi Wei said, it would be great too. However, even researching curses requires historical data about the curse, but the family tree of the Long family's 64 generations has long been lost! How can research begin? The basic birth date and time of Longbiao have been roughly confirmed through the memories of the villagers in Xiongshan, but Grandfather and Longbiao had repeatedly warned her not to try to break the curse, which would be a futile effort. Is she really going to go against their wishes?
Thought they had escaped the cursed cycle with Long Pan, but didn't expect to sink back in while Long Pan's life hangs in the balance!
If Long really died, she would definitely follow him, he was the only reason for her to live in this world. Jing Er said to herself.
Is there really a curse?
This problem not only torments Jing Er Shi Wei, but also torments Jiao Si Wei, who has a grudge against Long Bao for killing his father, yet unknowingly falls in love with him. At this moment, Jiao Si Wei is looking at Long Bao's family tree on the desk, asking himself if there really is a curse. The 28-year-old Long Bao is now like a dead man, completely unconscious, and only relies on advanced medical technology to sustain his vital functions. If it were ancient times, Long Bao would have died long ago.
Is there really a curse?
Is there really a curse?
Actually, this question is also being pondered and debated by Longwang at this moment. He is in conversation with countless lives, all his ancestors, all the imagined spirits, and all wisdom. Their conversations cover everything, questioning each other and answering each other, but the answers are unknown who will make the judgment.
All living things regard humans as a plague upon the natural world, and a menace to all life.
In Longpo's eyes, countless angry faces of living beings floated and flashed, accusing him angrily: "You, you monkey's representative, don't say any more curses! All our creatures have long been cursed by your monkeys! You cursed us, you cursed yourselves, you cursed the world! You even cursed God!"
"Have we cursed you? Cursed ourselves? Cursed the world? And even cursed God?" Long Bao was shocked by the anger of the living.
"Yes, you have been doing this for a long time, you have the ability, and you have found many excuses for your curse." God stood in front of the dragon with a sorrowful face and said, "I should have satisfied everyone's request and taken you away back then, but I was momentarily soft-hearted, resulting in you becoming an abscess on my body now, you have begun to plague me..."
Is there really a curse?
Yes, as the spirits said, humans have cursed them. God arranged for all things to be born and die in a natural order, but humans, because of their own ***, established an order that does not belong to God's jurisdiction, depriving them of space and power to survive. In human logic, which is proud of itself, the human order is the world order, with a supreme position, even God's order must yield to it.
The spirits were thus cursed.
Mankind has cursed the world, and mankind has also cursed itself.
Humans have never stopped waging war, and the world today is an arsenal. Humans have cursed the world with their own invented technological means. There has never been fairness among humans, emotions between humans are never mainstream, but only local and individual characteristics, only interests are the true eternal criteria.
The order of humanity is the order of interests, and the contradictions of interests determine their relationship between friend and foe. Interests are the foundation of order, and if there are interests, they will inevitably become unbalanced. Unbalanced interests will inevitably lead to a crisis of interests, and the order in crisis is the root cause of the world being cursed and humanity itself being cursed.
"Kill, do it, monkeys! After all, you are unscrupulous and have no qualms, there is nothing in this world that you don't do, and nothing that you haven't done. Everything now is the result of your actions, and in the future, you will continue to do so! You think this world is yours!
The sharp voices of the living beings pierced the eardrum of Longpo, "You monkeys who are driven by interests, one day we will perish together!"
Long Wan had never thought that all living things would hate humans so much, and in an instant, his entire ideology was overturned!
Yes, we have always been boasting that our order is the ultimate order of the world, but in fact we are not the masters of the world. The true order of the world has been confused and lost by the human order!
Economy, technology, tools, we use them to create everything that even God cannot imagine. We think we are God, but have not carefully thought about whether God is us or not.
We have cursed God!
As the dragon was deep in thought, he heard all living things ask God: "At the beginning of creation, who was the most numerous in this world? Who was the least?"
God said: "Most of you are humans, least of you is monkeys, only two monkeys."
The spirits asked God: "Who is the most in this world now? And who is the least?"
God: "Now the most abundant are bacteria, and the least of those species have all gone extinct."
The spirits' voices sank low, and after a long time they asked God again: "Who will be the most in the future, and who will be the least?"
God wailed loudly: "Only monkeys are left, you all died early, even I am dead!"
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All living things trembled with fear, not daring to move, and then countless lives fell one after another, leaving behind a pile of white bones, and the dragon's scales dimmed.
Suddenly, countless human voices rose, mixed with triumphant laughter: "There is nothing that can defeat us, not even the so-called God! If we monkeys are opposed, then God will only have a dead end!"
Time passed minute by minute, second by second, day by day, month by month, and Long Bao still showed no signs of recovery. On this day, Jiao Si finally came to Long Bao's bedside again.
She stared at the motionless Long Bao, her heart as if torn apart. She stood for a long time before grasping Long Bao's hand with an icy grip and saying: "What is love? What is hatred? What does it mean to be alive? What does it mean to die? What is life for? What is this world? You must know the answers to these questions, but unfortunately you can no longer tell me. However, you've at least let me understand that between love and hatred, between pursuit and abandonment, I can only calmly forget despair."
Tears streaming down her face, she said: "Forgive me for hiding it from you for so long. Actually, your family tree was stolen by Liao Ye and sold to me. I didn't expect that this matter would also lead to the desecration of your ancestral tomb. I'm sorry, Long Bao. Now I'm returning it to you, hoping it can fulfill one of your wishes."
She paused for a moment, then said: "I'm too tired, I don't want to manage the group or my own assets anymore. I've already donated most of my money to the International Charity Association. I'm going to Africa now, where there are more people in need. This is also the last thing I want to do. Longbiao, when you wake up, I'll come see you again!"
She gently kissed Long Bao's forehead and whispered in his ear, "I'm leaving, Long Bao, I'm leaving." She then bid farewell and left.
Jing Er had not expected that the family heirloom she longed to retrieve was actually in Jiao Si Wei's hands, and Jiao Si Wei had returned it so casually. What was even more astonishing was that Jiao Si Wei had donated his own assets to charity. She placed the bronze treasure box beside Long Bao's arm and whispered to him: "Bao, the things have been found, they've all been found..."
Jing'er opened the bronze treasure box, and the copper-made family tree was placed inside. She read it word by word...
Humans continue to grow in number, the economy is becoming more developed, technology is getting higher and higher, with more and more capital shouting to God and all living things with a huge arrogant voice: "Everything is under our feet, we are the masters of the universe, monkeys can conquer heaven!"
God saw this scene and asked himself in a nearly desperate tone: "I am the creator, can't I do anything about monkeys?"
"What to do? They are so reckless, determined to destroy this world," the mysterious voice fell silent for a moment, then burst out laughing and said, "Then open Pandora's box! You can fully avenge them! Multiply your revenge on them by a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times!"
"What's the point of retaliating? Earthquakes? Landslides? Tsunamis? Storms? Fires? Diseases? Droughts? Floods? Famines? No, these monkeys have already effectively predicted and prevented my strikes with their own tools. My methods are no longer intimidating to them!" God said in dismay.
"Haha, you don't know how great your power is. It seems that you are indeed ignorant. No wonder the monkeys didn't take you seriously. Why not use all your tricks?... The monkeys have already cursed themselves. They are flawed everywhere - spiritually, physically, organizationally, socially, and nationally. You must start with their own flaws to make them destroy themselves! They have enough means to destroy themselves!" This voice was exceptionally cold and cruel, making Longpo shiver involuntarily.
……
Long Bao clearly saw such a scene:
The world's population grew to 10 billion, 20 billion, and every individual had their own desires to be satisfied. Everyone was comparing themselves with others, and no one wanted to stop pursuing their goals. Houses, cars, and countless gadgets filled the earth. Highways, cities, and people covered the globe. Unimaginable mineral deposits were extracted, forests drastically degenerated, and wood became a luxury item. Almost all products were made of synthetic materials. The earth's ecosystem was extremely fragile, with more and more species becoming extinct. In the end, only zoos had some genetically engineered animals that were no longer in their original form.
Natural disasters are becoming more frequent and intense, human beings are increasingly relying on their own science and technology, crowded population density, fierce survival competition pressure and increasingly scarce natural resources have led people's spiritual thoughts to gradually become extreme, contradictions and crises are rapidly approaching the limit of explosion, and finally, a global-scale war broke out! Nuclear winter has arrived...
Another day, a huge meteorite from space crashes into Earth with the power of tens of millions of Hiroshima atomic bombs!
Humans, this new meaning of earth's dinosaurs, repeated the fate of Jurassic dinosaurs, and became extinct...
Humans, life, earth, have always been under such threats, everything has come into being in this way and also ended in this way.
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Long Bao's body shook violently, all the muscles in his body convulsed uncontrollably, and his heart beat at a frequency of 180 times per minute. The ECG and EEG were chaotic and unpredictable.
Experts immediately launched rescue and treatment efforts.
Is there really a curse?
Yes, we are cursed, each and every one of us is cursed, humanity is cursed by our individual curses, by the curses of our groups!
I'm mad, I'm sick, this is a case of unnecessary worry! No, not just me who's sick, not just me who's mad! Everyone, all of me, has contracted the curse of this terrible disease, it's terminal, and this terminal illness has taken deep root!
No! This isn't real, this is a dream, a madman's ravings! I want to wake up! I must wake up!
Alas, I woke up. What can I do again? Can I change the world again? If not, what's the point of waking up? It's better to just sleep and let me, on behalf of humanity, pray to all the lives that have been slaughtered and will be slaughtered by humans, to that God who has been ignored, despised and belittled by us, to beg for their tolerant forgiveness.
But what's the use of forgiveness? Will humans wake up because of it? Will they truly realize and sincerely share and protect this world with all lives?
No, the only rational answer is that humans can't do it, humans are unable to do it.
Humans will praise such actions of occupying and changing nature as "the pace of development", which is absolutely impossible to stop.
So I'd better go to sleep. After falling asleep, everything will be empty for me, because anyway, I already don't know anything, and naturally, I won't need to worry about such things anymore.
……
Long Bao suddenly let out a long sigh, and then these rescue experts found that his ECG and EEG had all become straight lines. At first, the experts still held a glimmer of hope that Long Bao could recover, but after a few minutes, there was no reaction on the instrument panel. The experts looked at each other, and they were all saying with their eyes: From a medical perspective, this young and handsome rich man who had lived a life full of mystery had already died...
Jing'er let out a mournful cry: "Longbiao...!"
