On Earth, another fifty years had passed.
There were more and more players, from the initial ten million to thirty million, and now there were signs of breaking through to a hundred million.
Some of the first batch of low-end players who had not broken through the E-level boundary had already experienced normal life and death like ordinary people.
After all, not everyone was gifted. After the game system relaxed the selection criteria, there were gradually some ordinary people who became players.
In addition, some people were already in their fifties or sixties when they awakened. Their luck in the game was also very poor. They were always at the tail end of every mission, and they didn't pick up any amazing items. They didn't join any powerful organizations, so naturally, they didn't get a longer life.
With a large population base, there were naturally all kinds of people. Some people became dragons as soon as they entered the game, and some people were stuck in the gaps between their teeth. They could not do anything smoothly.
After decades, they had experienced hundreds of World in Cups. Although they were lucky to escape every time, they could not even save the most basic twenty Reward points.
Or, even if they did save, they often used it to buy life-saving items.
Of course, there were people who did worse. Many people barely managed to mix in a few low-level games, and then suddenly died tragically, losing all their abilities.
What was worse was that they had just been selected as players. They had not had time to show any of their ambitions. They had just learned from others and had just risen to the sky. As a result, they got off to a bad start. They just entered the game for the first time and encountered an impossible task, or encountered the ruthless Protoss.
Of course, after experiencing the first expansion and the global awakening, these people would not lose their memories even if their identity as players was taken away.
But the more they retained this memory, the more they would envy the identity of other players as awakened ones. They would be even more envious of other people's strange abilities.
Even if it was just a useless ability to bend a spoon, it was still an ability, wasn't it?
Moreover, if the spoon was made to be extremely large, the ability to bend the spoon itself would turn waste into treasure. It could play a miraculous role in manufacturing.
But they had already "died" in the game and could only return to the life of ordinary people from then on.
But they were not completely hopeless. Everyone knew that the game system would re-select players every once in a while, and the total number of players would skyrocket.
Previously, when the number of players increased from ten million to thirty million, there were many players who had been reset and restored their identity.
Later, when the number of players increased from thirty million to sixty million, some people got another chance.
Later, when the number of players increased to one hundred million, it was said that there were even lucky people who had failed the first three times, but this time, they made a comeback.
Of course, they died every time and did not survive more than three episodes. It was hard to tell whether this kind of person was lucky or not.
All in all, as the first batch of 'old' players passed away normally, it took sixty to seventy years for mankind to finally step into a new era from the primitive and solidified civilization.
Now, after the revolution in energy technology, the speed of human space travel had reached a speed of thousands of kilometers per second.
Of course, in order to maintain such a speed in the universe, and at the same time to guard against the possible appearance of interstellar floating islands or rock flows, the spacecraft's detection system, cruise system, power system, and the materials of the spacecraft itself had to reach a whole new level of technology.
After all, when the speed reached 3,000 kilometers per second, even if it was just a pebble the size of an eyeball hitting the hull of a spaceship, the instantaneous impact might be unimaginable.
But no matter what, no matter how difficult it was, after decades of technological explosion, humans had finally achieved it.
Now, the first batch of warriors who had set out decades ago had yet to reach their destination, but the second and third batches of warriors had already embarked on their journey. One day in the future, they might even be able to catch up to their predecessors in the vast universe.
Humans were never a civilization that was content with the status quo.
It wasn't that this race was good at invasion, but that development required more resources.
When the level of science and technology reached a certain level, the resources on Earth had been developed to the point where they could not be further developed. The focus of the era shifted from further development of energy to carefully protecting this home, fearing that they would accidentally do something that would cause the deterioration of the natural environment to become irreparable. Humans would eventually have to leave this planet and step into space.
Just like the tribes of ancient times, even if the land at the foot of the mountain was enough to provide food for all the people in the tribe, the leader of the tribe would always want to get better clothes and live in a better house. The pioneers of the tribe would also always want to see what the scenery on the other side of the mountain was like.
There might be green grass, clear streams, or divine trees that would drip sweet and nutritious juices when the bark was cut open?
Curiosity drove humans to progress, and it drove humans to take steps into the unknown.
In the structure of the multilevel civilizations in the entire universe, Earth had just crossed the threshold of a level one civilization. Compared to other interstellar civilizations, was it not still a primitive era?
What was on the other side of the "mountain"?
What could they get from there?
This simple question ran through the millions of years of history since the birth of humans. It was just that the distance of the "mountain" had become a few dozen, a few hundred thousand, or even millions of light years.
Looking at spaceships leaving the solar system at a speed of one percent or a few percent of the speed of light, heading toward planets that were suspected to be habitable for humans several light years or even dozens of light years away, Chen Guang's emotions were a little complicated.
Apart from his immediate family, most of the people he really cared about had received a lot of real benefits from being a player. Even the weakest individuals, such as Guo Ming, who had been promoted to the director of the operations department of the Morning Light Group, were already senior C-level players.
These senior players still had a long lifespan. Even if the top S-level players were a hundred years old, they would still look like young people in their twenties or thirties.
However, looking at the two tombstones that had been erected side by side, Chen Guang still felt bad.
In the end, his parents did not make it back. He was not a good son.
Therefore, no matter how far human technology had advanced in the past sixty or seventy years, when he could go back, Chen Guang would turn the clock back.
He would let everything go back to the day when he left the university.
By doing so, he would appear to be quite selfish. He would erase the decades of effort of the entire civilization.
The spaceships that had already traveled half the distance would return to Earth in the time reversal, and those sophisticated instruments would become mineral deposits deep in the ground again.
Of course, he was being selfish by doing so.
However, Chen Guang did not intend to ask for the consent of others. He had also been selfless for too long. He could not really consider everything for others.
Moreover, turning the clock back would not only happen on Earth, but the entire universe.
In a sense, the civilization on Earth might not be affected. The future that had never really come was gone. Who would know?
Who did he owe this time?
Who would lose anything?
Perhaps after I, Chen Guang, went back, human technology would advance faster?
After all, I am so strong now. Even if I just left a little bit of the photocatalyst technology, did it not evolve into the towering tree of the Morning Light Group with a market value of trillions?
Withdrawing his gaze from a certain cemetery in the five capitals, Chen Guang took a deep breath and once again threw himself into the next world in a cup.
The last two special worlds in a cup finally appeared in front of him. His understanding of God had finally reached a truly perfect state.
One was the End World, also known as the Realm of Chaos.
This world represented the end, the end of all things.
The other was the Beginning World, representing the starting point of all things.
Combining chaos and time, Chen Guang saw the end of time in this mixed world in a cup.
By combining primal chaos and space, Chen Guang saw the limits of space and planes.
By combining Primal Chaos and fate, Chen Guang saw the limits of fate.
Combining the starting point and fate, he saw the source of everything.
It turned out that there were a total of eight Main Gods in the endless world of gods.
Among them, the strongest was the Main God of Chaos, which represented the end. The other seven corresponded to fate, reality, illusion, life, death, time, and space.
If it wasn't for the last one missing, the sequence of the Main Gods would basically be the same as Chen Guang's nine special worlds.
The only one missing was the Primordial Main God, who represented the starting point.
Of course, there was, but this Original God was the Origin Will of the endless world of gods.
First, there was the Origin Will, then the world of gods, and finally the entire endless world of gods, as well as the countless lower worlds below this level.
The Main God of Chaos, the unnecessary end point, was fabricated by the Origin Will, a fake end point.
In the void in the cup, the nine planes representing the special worlds had been completed, and the threads derived from each small world were quickly connecting.
The image of the nine-layered giant tree became clearer and clearer, and in the world of creation at the top, some changes were happening.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
