I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 498 - 498 497. A good news_1

Chapter 498: 497. A good news_1 Chapter 498: 497. A good news_1 [Of course, there’s also some good news, thank God, we’ve found a way to save this world. Thanks to, uh, fuck those gods, let’s thank ourselves.]

When Shuangxin read this, a certain uneasiness clutched at her heart, a bad premonition forming.

Given that such a crazy plan had already been proposed and implemented, and the world hadn’t fallen into an even more terrifying abyss, she considered herself lucky. So, what exactly did the recorder mean by a “way to save this world”?

The more she thought about it, the more fear crept in.

She didn’t really want to continue reading, but her curiosity was unstoppable.

Shuangxin’s gaze moved downward, the somewhat disordered lines of text coming into view.

[All of this originates from an idea of Professor Tang’s, he’s truly a fucking genius. The world’s environment has undergone a drastic change, and soon it will become uninhabitable for humans and most other life forms.]

[And those damned bugs coming over from the other side of the bridge, you can’t fucking kill them all, and they are much, much tougher than cockroaches.]

[The Crystal Disease has already begun to spread among the wealthy and the middle class, damn it, people are dying off fast.]

[As for consciousness uploading, mechanical ascension, fuck that cyberpunk shit!]

[These conditions inspired him, Professor Tang believes remodeling our own bodies is the correct approach, just that using those radiating minerals is unreliable. What humanity truly needs to improve on is the bridge, those monsters from across the bridge.]

[Fuck those monsters, fuck humanity, we’re all fucking dying. Those complex and powerful creatures that move freely in the harsh cosmos and can devour all matter to gain energy are the direction for human evolution.]

[I’m sick of the politicians’ wheeling and dealing, fuck them all, only Professor Tang’s idea is the real path for humanity.]

[Maybe all this sounds crazy, but who cares, because all those vested interests that could have stopped this plan have long since fucking turned into stone!]

[We’ve advanced all this smoothly, the experiments were very successful, fucking successful. Human and monster flesh almost instantly merged together. Thanks to the monsters’ inherent brain capacity… fuck brain capacity, individual monsters couldn’t sustain the complete human consciousness, so we utilized consciousness uploading technology, linking several monsters together, genius, I’m really a fucking genius!]

[The experimental process went very smoothly, those captured monsters were eventually dominated by human will, and their forms also changed. We speculate these changes in form were also an adaptation to the local environment.]

[Moreover, according to feedback, the beings merged with human consciousness can also connect the thoughts of the creatures they have devoured with their own. In a way, even if you’re devoured by these monsters, human consciousness could achieve immortality. This is true evolution.]

[These creatures have very low intelligence, relying only on instincts and powerful evolutionary capabilities to travel through space. If only they had a little more intelligence, they could potentially conquer the entire universe.]

[We’ve tried to let those whose consciousness has been uploaded into the monsters cross the bridge to attract more of them. Our plan is straightforward — upload the consciousness of all humans into these monsters to achieve the ultimate evolution of humanity. Those who wish to remain can stay here, while those who want to leave can go explore the universe. This is the beginning of a true new era.]

[Looking back now, this catastrophe, the three schemes, no matter which one, they all ultimately achieved their original purpose, and none could have been spared.]

[If there were no bridge, we wouldn’t have discovered those tenacious bastards. If the plans for human body modification hadn’t been implemented, not only would we have had to start all over researching human adaptability, but those damned vested interests would have obstructed us. Lastly, even the seemingly dreamlike research on consciousness uploading has played an absolutely vital role.]

[Such coincidences can no longer be described as mere chance. To use the words of those deeply religious, this is destiny.]

[It is precisely because we are the chosen that we have found a way out before such destruction.]

[Now, over a hundred thousand people have accepted the transformation and gone to the other side of the bridge. It’s my turn to go now. May humanity endure forever, the torch of civilization never to be extinguished.]

In the end, the writer’s tone became much calmer and more rational.

It is like a lunatic spouting nonsense who suddenly starts discussing academia, and what’s more, making perfect sense.

This made Shuangxin feel an even deeper sense of horror.

“What is he doing?”

If a person kept speaking nonsense, Shuangxin would definitely think he had lost his sanity and fallen into madness.

But when that person calmly articulated those same thoughts in an extremely rational tone, Shuangxin felt afraid.

It indicated a complete loss of original value system, a fall into madness, and using one’s own affirmed beliefs as a yardstick.

More terrifying than the distortions recorded by a madman in crazed language is the perversion penned by a rational person in rational words.

In other words, the person who wrote this report at that time could no longer be considered human, at least not mentally.

He firmly believed that his actions were saving the world, and it was because of these people, the most excellent in the world, that their efforts to save their beloved world had created the current wasteland.

How ironic.

For Shuangxin, the more she knew, the more unfortunate she became, the more curious she was, the more irrevocable it turned, the harder she chased hope, the stronger her despair grew.

People always push themselves into the abyss, and even as they fall, some still believe they are stepping into heaven.

This kind of perception exists everywhere.

Like Shuangxin herself, from a young age she resolved to eradicate all insects, to make the world blue and clean once more, but is all that really right?

These insects that bring unhappiness are actually the survivors of the old era of humanity.

Humans with the crystal disease could only live into their twenties, civilization forever stunted in the medieval era, struggling desperately against an increasingly harsh environment.

But humans who became part of the insect swarm flew out of the planet, capable of living and proliferating in any part of the universe, spreading human civilization among the stars.

To survive or to perish, that is the question.

Is it to strive for purity, to maintain proud principles unwavering to death, or to abandon everything, by any means necessary, just to keep going?

Which of these actions is more noble?

Lu Ban had another perspective.

He had no interest in judging whether these people’s actions were right or wrong.

Because this was a self-rescue measure taken by common humanity when faced with the pollution of the Foreign Domain.

Survival is the first principle of civilization; a dead civilization, no matter how splendid, is just a tombstone.

Whereas a surviving civilization, even if mutated, still has a future.

In the Foreign Domain, gifting years to civilization is far more important than gifting civilization to the years.

Those proud crystallizations of civilization are defiled by the pollution of the Foreign Domain, blooming into even uglier flowers of evil.

Everything that humanity treasures, focuses on, and protects is nothing but insects under the filthy torrent, drifting with the current, sinking deeper by the day.

All struggles of civilization are in vain.