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"Everyone, ten thousand years is too long, let's seize the day."

Big Monster straightened up slightly, and the light from his electronic eyes seemed to brighten a little.

The little monster, the sand soldier, the laborer, and the strategist all made the same gesture at the same time, as if they were performing a ritual that did not require any instructions.

"gentlemen."

Their voices overlapped, like wind chimes being swayed by the same breeze.

"Seize the day!"

Lin's father stood in the shadows at the corner of the corridor, his gaze fixed on the figure not far away, surrounded by a group of automatons.

The little monsters were brought out by the two elders. Lin Si put them in the room, and they wouldn't come out on their own without orders.

As Lin Si's parents, the two elders naturally have the authority to influence her.

"My son has such ambition; a true man should be like this!"

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid that Lin Si in front of him would hear it, or as if he was speaking to Lin's mother who was silent beside him.

Lin's mother did not speak.

She stood next to Lin's father, her gaze also fixed on Lin Si.

So much has happened in the last two weeks.

She couldn't understand why her son, who used to fawn over her, who used to say with a grin, "Mom, I want to eat braised pork," was now confined to a wheelchair.

Suddenly one day, he was chosen by the Star God, suddenly one day he became a candidate for the Immortal Ship General, and suddenly one day he had the idea of ​​changing the world.

She couldn't understand it, but she also knew that some things didn't need to be understood.

All she wants to do now is hug her son and tell him not to overwork himself, that he still has his mother.

The corridor lights cast a soft glow on the floor, and her footsteps made a slight sound in the empty corridor.

Lin Si heard the sound and tilted her head slightly.

"mom?"

Before he could say anything more, Lin's mother walked up to him, bent down, reached out, and gently hugged him.

In another corner, a man with a wild afro leaned against the wall, holding a half-cold cup of coffee.

He watched the brief embrace between Lin Si and her mother, watched Lin Si sit up straight again and look back at the starry sky outside the window, and watched the automatons still quietly surrounding him.

His gaze was somewhat complicated.

He was once a father too.

But he got separated from his daughter.

On that chaotic night, on the day the Antimatter Legion invaded the Black Tower space station.

His daughter once joked with him, suggesting he get an exaggerated afro so he could be easily recognized in a crowd.

But he didn't take it to heart at the time.

After the disaster struck, the daughter tried to find him in the chaos, but couldn't recognize her father in the crowd and ultimately couldn't escape the calamity.

After losing his daughter, he finally put into practice her joking suggestion: he got a huge, fluffy afro and recruited other researchers with similar experiences on the space station to join him, forming the "Afro Club".

He took a sip of coffee, his gaze fixed on the quiet starry sky, his voice soft, as if he were talking to himself.

"Some lights are born to illuminate the night, while others are only meant to remind us just how deep the night truly is."

The most absurd thing about disasters is that even their destruction possesses a certain fleeting beauty.

Some people believe that a disaster ceases to be a disaster once it is far enough away, but when disaster actually strikes, not everyone is prepared.

The attack on the space station by the antimatter legion left behind a large amount of imaginary energy residue.

Those imaginary fragments do not directly harm people, but they retrieve and replay the memories and obsessions of the dead, creating illusions and materializing people's inner regrets, forming a closed imaginary space known as the "Silent Ruins".

Not long ago, a little gray-haired guy came to help deal with those illusions. The guy with the afro saw an illusion of his deceased daughter in that space.

The imaginary residue read his longing and created the phantom of his daughter.

But that was ultimately just an illusion.

Imaginary numbers can replicate memories, but they cannot bring the deceased back to life.

Obsession can create a perfect illusion, but an illusion is not reality.

After Little Grey resolved those illusions, he had already decided to leave the Black Tower space station and no longer confront the past about his deceased daughter.

But today.....

He placed the half-cold coffee on the windowsill without drinking the last sip.

Then he turned and walked towards the other end of the corridor.

His pace quickened compared to when he arrived, as if he had made a decision, or as if he was rushing to fulfill an appointment he had long postponed.

He decided to stay.

It wasn't because those imaginary illusions disappeared, nor because he had let go of the past, but because he suddenly realized...

If he leaves, he will never have the chance to become the father his daughter once again.

If he chooses to run away, then he will be no different from that memory replicated by the imaginary number.

He has to stay.

There will always be someone who remembers how deep the night is, and there will always be someone who tries to see if they can become the light that illuminates the night.

"Ten thousand years is too long, seize the day."

Chapter 437 Silver Branch has also come to the space station!

"Sir."

A red-haired knight stood in the center of the space station's platform, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

His voice carried a solemnity that said, "I am indeed asking a serious question," and his gaze fell on Lin Si.

"Do you acknowledge that the pure and beautiful goddess Idrila possesses unparalleled beauty?"

Lin Si had just been pushed to the platform in a wheelchair by Da Da Guai, and before she could even see what was going on, she heard this question.

He looked up at the red-haired knight in front of him, and his lips twitched slightly.

Can anyone tell him why a handsome knight would be with a company employee?

He paused for a moment, then answered quickly.

"I admit it."

He had no desire to engage in a "duel" with the pure and beautiful knight.

Based on the information he gathered from various sources, arguing with the Pure Beauty Knight about whether "Idrila is unparalleled in beauty" usually only yields one result: the other party will argue with an extremely serious attitude, extremely firm logic, and an extremely lengthy process until you admit it.

Yinzhi nodded in satisfaction, then bowed slightly, as if to make some kind of polite confirmation.

The company employee next to him, a man in a dark uniform holding a data tablet, watched this scene, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He quickly stepped forward and handed over his business card.

"Mr. Lin Si".

"My name is Villett, and I'm in charge of transporting the Star Destroyer you purchased."

Lin Si took the business card, glanced at it, and then pointed in the direction of the silver branch.

"this?"

Villette sighed softly.

"We encountered a large swarm of True Stingers while transporting the Star Destroyer, and it was this beautiful knight who helped us out of the predicament."

He paused for a moment, then took a silver-white storage device from his waist and handed it to Lin Si.

"Mr. Lin Si, these are the two Star Destroyers you purchased."

Lin Si took the storage device, weighed it in her hand, and then looked up.

"Aren't there Star Destroyers? How come you're still trapped by the True Stinger swarm?"

Villette shook his head, his tone carrying a sense of helplessness, as if to say, "That's the rule."

"No, no, no, sir, this is your item."

"We are only responsible for transportation; we do not have usage rights."

Upon hearing this, Yinzhi stepped forward, her posture still upright, her voice carrying a serious tone that said, "I have something to say."

“Mr. Villette, even a knight understands that one should not die unarmed when one’s life is in danger.”

Lin Si nodded, as if agreeing with Yinzhi's statement.

"Yes, even if it might be company policy."

"But if you yourselves encounter dangerous goods, won't they also fail to deliver them to me?"

Upon hearing this, Villette sighed softly again, her tone conveying a sense of complexity, as if to say, "That's true, but the situation is more complicated than that."