Genius Club
Chapter 1352 - 29: The False Future (Thanks to Zhuge Huoshou for the generous reward!)_3

Chapter 1352: Chapter 29: The False Future (Thanks to Zhuge Huoshou for the generous reward!)_3

Lin Xian furrowed his brow:

"Einstein, your eyes..."

Einstein pursed his lips and stepped forward:

"Sorry, Douglas, I’m late, I think something happened to both of us."

Lin Xian did not directly answer him but continued to ask:

"What exactly happened to you?"

"It’s the cosmic constant."

Einstein, seemingly flustered, walked over:

"I’m not sure of the exact reason, but that day, November 1st, I was at my home in Princeton. The television broadcast showing a hydrogen bomb explosion inspired me with the calculation of the cosmic constant."

"Just as I calculated the final number to be 42, two small electric balls flashing blue light suddenly appeared behind me, one hit me and knocked me out immediately; and the other blue small electric ball... needless to say, Douglas, it probably hit you too? When did you wake up?"

Lin Xian listened silently.

His mind started to analyze quickly.

Cosmic constant, 42, space-time particle, Millennium Stakes, blue eyes, Einstein...

These former mystery keywords finally connected all at once.

It turns out.

The space-time particle that hit CC, which should have hit himself, didn’t fly from this farm—it flew from Princeton, farther than he thought.

But by coincidence, it was indeed related to Einstein.

Cosmic constant.

According to Einstein, the two space-time particles appeared at the moment the number 42 was calculated... what is going on?

[Who is controlling the space-time particles, and who laid down the Millennium Stakes? At present, it seems that Einstein and CC are both victims.]

But the question is...

Why, when also struck by a space-time particle, did CC turn into blue stardust and dissipate, while Einstein appeared unaffected, except for his eyes turning blue, without any other changes?

It seems that as the mystery gradually unwinds, it deepens even further.

Seeing Lin Xian’s complex expression, silent.

Einstein continued:

"This afternoon when I woke up, my eyes turned blue like this, and... I don’t know how to describe the feeling, but you certainly understand! You definitely understand, Douglas... countless space-time lines are interwoven in my mind, I, I can actually see every moment of the future!"

"Douglas, like me, you might know more than I do, can you tell me what’s going on?"

Boom!

The winds and sunshine of the Brooklyn night were gentle and serene under the moonlight.

But in Lin Xian’s mind, suddenly a storm arose, clouds gathered; a lightning bolt striking the narrow kite, fierce currents spread along the kite string to Lin Xian, making him tremble with fear.

He took a deep breath.

Lowered his head:

"Tell me, Einstein."

Lin Xian whispered:

"What exactly... did you see in the future?"

"1991, global nuclear war, humanity destroyed in countless mushroom clouds."

Einstein spoke rapidly:

"1991, that’s the furthest future I can see, and it’s also the furthest time humanity can reach... Douglas, your earlier thoughts were beautiful, but reality... is so cruel, humans won’t learn from history!"

"Unless we find a way to intervene and stop it, human civilization is at the brink of ending! Ending in self-destruction!"

...

Listening to Einstein’s answer, Lin Xian closed his eyes.

It seems.

The earlier speculations of him and Zhao Yingjun were correct—

[The future Einstein saw was indeed a false future.]

In 1991, there wasn’t any nuclear war; rather, with the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the Cold War between the US and the Soviet Union ended entirely, leading to a period of rapid human development.

If Einstein could see the real future.

He should have seen the World-Ending White Light at 00:42, or the super disaster in 2600, or as he mentioned at the last gathering, a super Donghai City with 40 million people...

Any of these outcomes, whichever he saw, would make sense.

Yet.

The human apocalypse he saw was an entirely fictitious 1991 global nuclear war.

Clearly.

Einstein was deceived by a false future.

The space-time particle that struck him was the true culprit leading to this tragedy!

"You..."

Lin Xian was just about to speak.

Instantly, lightning and thunder filled his mind, illuminating the dark night into daylight; the kite flying across the sky was already tattered, and the tightly stretched kite string began to rip under violent tension!

He hurriedly shut his mouth and abruptly stopped.

At this very moment, it was the crucial turning point in history, also the limit of Space-Time Elasticity.

Every single word he uttered could alter Einstein’s fate, could alter the curvature of space-time.

This was a consequence Lin Xian could not afford to bear.

The current world line had to remain stable to ensure his smooth return to the original space-time.

So, Lin Xian remained silent.

Einstein looked up in confusion.

He walked over.

And firmly grasped Lin Xian’s hand:

"Douglas, why aren’t you speaking?"

"It’s alright! We are not the same as we once were. We know about this disaster in advance, so we can find a way to stop it! We can correct these mistakes in advance!"

"And also, are you experiencing the same thing? I haven’t eaten for three days and nights, yet I don’t feel the slightest bit hungry. It’s as if... when struck by that blue little electric ball, we also gained the ability of eternal life and immortality!"

"This means we can guard humanity’s fate for a long time, correcting the future to the right track, bestowing upon humanity the most beautiful future!"

Having said that.

He turned around, pointing at the farm’s warehouse:

"You see, after 1945, I started building this underground refuge, initially intended to evade nuclear war; and today I invited you here to tell you about this."

"But now I’ve changed my mind, Douglas. Let’s save this world together! Save humanity’s future! This isolated underground place... can perfectly become our secret base."

"We, immortal as we are, can fake a death, then hide here, or anywhere else, we... we have so many things to accomplish, it’s such an exciting and great thing!"

However.

Faced with the excited Einstein.

Lin Xian, expressionless, shook his head.

Unlike the calm skies over Brooklyn, a tempest still raged in his mind, the torn kite string perilously fragile:

"I’m sorry, Einstein, I have to go."

"Go?"

Einstein was momentarily stunned:

"Where, where are you going?"

A foreboding premonition welled up inside him, as he hurriedly used the time-space line in his mind to check Douglas’s future.

Only to find!

The other party would turn into blue stardust in a minute, dissipating under the moonlight!

"No!"

Einstein tightly clasped Lin Xian’s hand, gripping painfully:

"No... Douglas, please, don’t leave me."

"You gave me hope, gave me strength... we are partners, partners in saving humanity’s future together."

"Don’t go, stay, won’t you? Stay, and together we..."

Lin Xian freed his hand.

He took out a white square gift box from his coat pocket; inside was the watch that CC bought for him with all her possessions.

He placed the little white gift box in Einstein’s hand, instructing:

"Keep it safe for me."

Lin Xian lifted his head and patted Einstein’s shoulder:

"[One day, I will come to find you, to retrieve this watch.]"

Having said that.

Without turning back.

He walked towards the freshly risen full moon in the east.

Einstein was unable to accept this sudden farewell, his expression was both sorrowful and reluctant:

"You won’t come for the watch, Douglas... I can see the future, you’re not coming..."

"I will come."

Lin Xian, with his hands in his pockets, walked further and further.

His silhouette was elongated by the moonlight, draping over Einstein.

Then.

He raised his right hand high, extending his index finger, pointing straight at the sky’s "kite," his thoughts climbing up along the kite string.

Einstein stared dazedly at Lin Xian’s retreating figure.

The raised right hand cast a shadow on the round moon in the night sky, forming an upward pointing hand silhouette.

The next second.

Whoosh—

The night wind scattered the translucent figure, transforming it into countless pieces of blue stardust...

Disappearing without a trace.