Akto's impression on Su Mingan has always been the pinnacle of human wisdom - various embellished rhetorics are piled up on Akto, and it is no exaggeration to be complicated.

However, for some reason - in this memory, Su Mingan felt that Akto was just a young man bound by responsibility and was very similar to himself.

Perhaps it is because, when he looked at Akto, most of it was from historical records and the perspectives of bystanders.

No one can get close to his heart.

...

[In the tram problem, the person who is hated is always the person who pulls the tram pole, not the tram that has run through life.]

[Only when you know very little, your cognition will not cause conflicts.]

【But I know everything.】

[So I will take the initiative to face contradictions on behalf of people and bear the pain for the ignorant.]

Sitting at the wooden table again, you write your diary. Today is the 87th day of the war.

You have become a devout faith in people.

Your speeches are always passionate and infectious, your words can always be deceiving, and humans surrounding you are always in constant flow. Every time the war is over, you will encourage people to never give up.

You are gradually accustomed to the titles of "gods" and "the avatar of the world will". You sit in this position, use your reputation and fame, allocate resources, command the army, push the lives of soldiers to the right position and sacrifice, and fight for "the survival of most people."

More and more deaths make you silent. Apart from calling and calling, you will hardly say anything more to people familiar with it.

You are getting further and further away from normal humans, your personality is completely alienated, and your emotions become indifferent. Even if you laugh for a moment, you feel that this is a guilt for the deceased.

Noah's white bird rubbed lightly on your shoulders, and your diary was already half written.

Under the dim light, your eyebrows and eyes are dim.

...

[I should face my sins, but I should not indulge in it, because I have accepted the position of "God".]

["God" cannot be dominated by sensibility, I need to look down on the overall situation with absolute rationality.]

【I am Asa Akto.】

[Humans are the common rule, the incarnation of civilization, and the will of the world.]

[I need to hypnotize myself like this.]

【Until the war is over.】

[Someone always loves me because of my strength.]

[Some people also hate me because of my decisions.]

[It doesn't matter, I will treat them equally with their disgust and joy. Because Xi said... I am the only one who is the most suitable for this position.]

【Don't stay away, do not dodge, do not escape.】

...

"—Why did you make such a decision! Are their lives so worthless in your eyes?"

"—Why are you watching Shanshan die? Do you still feel pain? Do you still remember their names?"

"—Will you feel a little guilty in your heart when you make a decision and detonate that whole city? Will you cry for the residents who died in the city?"

On the clear sunny day, when you finished a speech, several hoarse civilians rushed up.

"Bold! How dare you disrespect the leader!" The soldiers pushed them away, and you just raised your hand to stop the soldiers and let these civilians rush in front of you.

When faced with questioning, you explain your decision in rational words:

"That's right, according to the situation of Carl TC, reactionary forces have occupied three-quarters of the important places in Kinsey neighborhood..."

Then, you comfort the other person with emotional words:

"I deeply regret the death of your family. I also lost many compatriots in this war. Please believe it..."

Their expressions changed from anger to confusion, to sadness, and began to sob.

Finally, these people cried in your sleeves.

"Sorry, Lord God."

"Sir God, we are the only ones you, only you..."

You comforted them and left the podium.

People always believe in you in despair. As the person who pulls the tram pole, you always carry the thorns in their sight.

They won't consider your position or measure your decisions. Some people even want to assassinate you, thinking that as long as you die, their loved ones will come back.

In their eyes, they are the only ones you.

——But whose sleeve can you hold and cry?

When exhausted, you take out your diary.

【Don't care, don't complain.】

[Sitting to the status quo is the last bottom line for those who have not yet completely surrendered.]

[Process is just a rhetoric from philosophers and historians. Who can put yourself in your shoes and think about what I should do now?]

[No one can be Asa Aktor.]

[No one can wear my shoes and consider the problem from my perspective. They cannot see the continuation of civilization, they will only scold me for pulling the tram pole.]

【What does it matter?】

【Charp is an ode to talented people.】

After writing these, you face the diary.

You find that the paper is wet with unknown liquid, and you don't want to admit that it's tears.

You sat numbly on the chair.

It's like becoming a solidified empty shell.

...

On the 132nd day of the war, you took out the Dawn system.

This is the back-up you have obtained during the Catastrophe of the century. Once it is started, humans will begin the journey of dimensionality reduction and there is no way out.

The number of human beings has dropped sharply, and you have to consider whether to turn it on - this is a dangerous move. Human beings are likely to decline again and again on this road to dimensionality reduction, and even civilizations are extinct.

You thought for a long time about whether to turn on the Dawn system, and finally gathered eight of your companions and held a meeting.

"Everyone, should we turn it on?"

On the long table, you sit in the first place, holding a blood-red heart in your hand.

The Dawn System is a Pandora's magic box. If it is opened, it means that humans will completely retreat [three-dimensional] and hide collectively in [two-dimensional]. Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, and Zhuang Zhou. Humans are equivalent to sinking into an unreal dream. They have changed from a lingering human to a butterfly entering the new spring.

Butterflies danced, and no one saw the world outside the cage. They only had the flowers decorated on the cage.

This is a beautiful and cruel dream you have woven with your own hands.

Your companions discussed it and decided to hand over the choice to you.

You cannot make decisions, you can only temporarily seal the Dawn system.

Under the shadow, you cut your left arm, and this behavior can bring peace to you.

...

The 143rd day of the war.

You make decisions on many things alone, hiding them from your companions, and always alone. Just like they don’t know, what you need to turn on the dawn system is your life.

"Asa, when the war is settled, we will go and see many scenery in the future."

Hearing this voice, you hurriedly closed the "Dawn System Plan" in front of you to avoid letting the other party see it.

A gentle young man with blue hair walked up to you, and his blue eyes stared at you. This young man is enlightened.

However, Qi didn't know that in your plan, if the Dawn system was turned on, you would die, and there was no "later" that Qi said carefully planned.

"Okay." You said: "There will be many beautiful scenery."

"At that time, I want to hear you play the piano." Qi sat beside you and handed you a chocolate popsicle.

You realize that it is already summer now. You have forgotten the changes in the four seasons.

Qi always likes to give you some sweet things, such as chocolate, lemon candy, and ice cream. He said that this will make you feel better.

He is a very gentle person, loves to laugh and talk, and can always make you feel relaxed. In the alliance, he is an excellent diplomat.

"I can't play the piano anymore," you responded.

Your heart... seems to have become a wasteland.

Art, music, emotion...

"It doesn't matter."
To be continued...