My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 585 - 379: Add an Easter Egg Part 3

Chapter 585: Chapter 379: Add an Easter Egg Part 3

However, their industrial capacity was nowhere near sufficient to be fully prepared in such a short span of time.

Chaos ensued.

Various doomsday cults emerged, along with looting, explosions, and riots...

Yet to me, 380,000 kilometers away, these were nothing more than the fleeting fireworks of an era’s end...

...

As the Ming Shen Star drew closer, the detection systems on the far side of the Moon could capture more distinct images.

This 550-meter-diameter, pitch-black object, pitted and uneven across its surface, didn’t seem special from the outside, and even lacked any prominent propulsion systems to be seen.

The light and heat generated by friction against the solar wind blocked the deeper observation by various detection devices.

Bound by the rules of peacetime, the Moon base was not equipped with any weapons.

I could only watch helplessly as it soared over my head and hurtled towards Earth...

Watching fireworks from the Moon, perhaps I was the only human being to have this privilege.

In low Earth orbit, all the missiles of every nation across the globe were linked to Country Hua’s "Space-Based Missile Defense System", bombarding Ming Shen Star in a dense, unrelenting barrage, the spectacular explosions even illuminating the Moon’s night sky.

High Explosive Bombs, Armor-piercing bullets, chemical missiles... and even microwave and laser weapons were used—every human weapon that could be of use was deployed.

Under the overwhelming number, a large-yield nuclear bomb finally managed to catch the elusive Ming Shen Star within its blast radius!

But despairingly, it emerged from the massive fireball completely unscathed...

Given the extreme hypersonic speeds of the object, the residual effects of the explosion could hardly cause any damage.

To put it simply... there was no breach in its defenses!

In July 2043, the Ming Shen Star penetrated all of Earth’s air defenses, playing a deathly tune, and then dived into the Pacific!

War... had broken out!

...

From the Moon, the center of the blue planet seemed to have been hit by a pebble, with tsunamis starting to spread slowly across the entire planet... It was a magnificent sight!

Perhaps due to thorough preparations, the majority of humanity’s living forces were preserved.

Every day, the Moon could receive images of the battles between the Earth’s military and the behemoth.

Although the fights were brutal, they were surprisingly evenly matched!

This ignited in me an inexplicable hope...

However, halfway through the six months after the outbreak of the war, things took a drastic turn for the worse!

Because Earth’s magnetic field... suddenly went haywire!

The disrupted magnetic field rendered all of humanity’s advanced weapon systems blind and deaf.

It also interrupted communications, leaving the world’s forces in isolated despair...

This unexpected twist hit humanity’s Achilles’ heel, crippling over half of our combat power!

My heart sank with the increasingly unstable communications...

Indeed... there was something fishy about that so-called "seed"!

"The situation is extremely dire, and we can no longer see any hope, but even so, we will fight to the last man!

Salute to you, the witness of time and space!

May the heroes never perish!"

Through the clutter of electronic noise, Commander Chu Nan on the other side of the video saluted me.

In January 2044, my communication with Earth was finally severed completely.

Half a year later, the fires of war on Earth gradually died down until no traces could be seen anymore.

The whole planet was as if it had died, plunging into utter silence...

Silence so profound it was despairing...

...

For the remaining two years, aside from the occasional trips to the other side of the Moon to observe Earth, I led a life akin to solitary survival on a deserted island.

If this is the path I chose, then I must walk it alone!

Being perhaps the only survivor on the world, despair was there, but I quickly adjusted my mindset.

Question: If Ming Shen Star crashed into Earth, is it those on Earth who die first, or is it those on the Moon?

Answer: Everyone dies!

Compared to those who died charging into battle, I’m actually a bit envious.

Question: If humanity is doomed, is it more tragic to die on Earth or on the Moon?

Answer: The one who dies later is more tragic!

When I am the only survivor left in the world.

The brilliance once possessed in life must ultimately be repaid with loneliness...

Yet I must taste this loneliness.

Perhaps the seemingly insignificant day after day will, one day in the future, suddenly show you the meaning of perseverance...

Know that while all others are mere grass and trees, I alone am the evergreen mountain!

As long as I am alive, the signal... will not be interrupted!

But I still underestimated the torment of the "little black room" on the human spirit...

At first, I thought I was strong.

But after three months, I couldn’t bear the silent solitude and began to let myself roam free.

I slid through grass in the largest crater, skimming stones across the Moon’s horizon—I had once driven my vehicle under the illumination of a myriad stars, chasing the line of twilight.

I even sang "Torment" at the top of my lungs toward Earth, clad in a space suit...

...

In the film, Teacher Hao Teng ultimately perished alongside the meteor fragments set to destroy Earth.

I reined in the smile that had persisted for 60 minutes and sighed.

It was clearly a tragedy.

Yet they put a comedic wrapper on it and asked Teacher Hao Teng to perform it...

It’s truly a "contrasting cuteness"!

I shut off the movie, calmly picked up the "Earth Observation Diary" that I had spent nearly two years writing, day after day.

There is good news and bad news today.

The bad news is that the survival supplies have run out.

The good news is, the survival supplies have run out...

Donning my spacesuit, I stepped out of the base and drove the lunar rover all the way to the observation point. After recording the data, I wrote down the last observation entry.

"December 26, 2045, weather, clear; average surface temperature, minus 15 degrees...

Observations of crustal changes and volcanic activity, none...

Magnetic field strength decreased by 0.3 percent from the last observation day; the rate of atmospheric escape accelerated; rotational speed decreased by 9 milliseconds..."

I closed the notebook.

Walking over to the side, in front of the largest crater, I slowly sat down before a black metal monument.

This was a tombstone I had erected out of boredom for all of humanity.

It bore a single phrase.

Out of consideration for international friends, both in Chinese and English...

Leaning against the tombstone of humanity, facing the azure planet before me, I took a long breath and a smile of relief spread across my face.

Then slowly, I opened my helmet...

...

"Mr. Meng! I have a question I’d like to ask."

In the blink of an eye, it was evening.

Just before leaving, Han Fei suddenly said somewhat sheepishly to Meng Lang.

"What question?" Meng Lang turned to look at him.

"I’ve been thinking, at the end of the movie, whether to write Zhang Chi’s death or not.

That is, the choice between GE and BE.

I personally want to choose the latter, which immediately brings forth the sense of regret, but considering it’s a New Year’s film, I’m afraid the audience might not accept it, so I’m a bit conflicted.

Since you are the prototype of Zhang Chi in my mind, I want to hear your thoughts."

Facing Han Fei’s expectant gaze, Meng Lang thought for a while and smiled with a complicated expression on his face.

"Why must you choose either GE or BE? Leave a vague suspense for the audience to decide for themselves; isn’t that better?

Zhang Chi can die because you’re writing a tragedy.

But when placed in the river of time, did Zhang Chi truly die?"

"Uh... what do you mean?" Han Fei seemed to grasp something but was still somewhat confused.

"How about you downplay the ending, and then... add an Easter egg, not much, just leave a sentence."

"What sentence?"

Meng Lang, looking at the blurred image of the Moon in the distance, sighed and spoke wistfully.

"Heroes never die!"