Not A God

Chapter 47

In the darkness of the universe, the azure planet orbits a fiery star in silence. Only a huge blurred figure hunched over the planet, leaning down to look at everything on it. The meteorites and dust of the cosmos all circle around the azure planet, as if dispersed by the blurred figure on it, not daring to approach.

The blurred figure could not make out any of its features.

Slightly slender in proportion, with a slightly curved back, it looks like a world tree growing on a planet, motionless, with a kind of static beauty. The nameless fog that makes up his body is like boiling water, rolling and churning, completely covering the azure planet, cloaking the azure celestial body in a veil of nameless fog. Soon, the planet seems to turn into a grey glass bead, emitting a faint light. As if to break free from the nameless fog, the red threads of destiny that littered the grey glass bead trembled slightly, playing one moving piece after another for the blurred human form.

Sitting in front of the screen, Zen closed his eyes and enjoyed the music of the game. It was a tune he had never heard before, with a sense of intoxicating pathos that made him so intoxicated that he wanted to sing along with it. But he couldn't sing, so he could only hum it softly. As he listened to the song, he lay on his computer desk and fell asleep. In his dream, he felt like he was really the ancient god in the game, leaning over and listening to the planet play music for him.

And at the moment of the true coming of the Ancient God.

The feast of music has begun and the whole universe is cheering. The light of the distant stars reveals itself in the ecstasy of the dreaming Kossuth's face as he listens to the music. The blue planet is enveloped in chaos and darkness by a multitude of vast celestial bodies, nebulous nebulae dance to the music, and cosmic dust tumbles in its wake. The galaxy, which had seemed so vast and distant in the cosmos, became at this moment incredibly small and crowded, filled with huge objects that did not belong here. The blue planet was as small as a speck of dust in the universe as if it would fall apart at the slightest breath. In his dream, Koshu suddenly heard the sound of the planet below him become a little nervous and panicked as if he was a little frightened by the increased audience. Originally engrossed in the sound of the music He looked down and thought the creature was a little cute, like a little pathetic.

So He cupped the Azure Planet in His hands and felt quite a bit of love for it.

[Keep playing, it's nice to hear.]

Zen was somewhat soothed. Then, as if the planet was really soothed, the music started again. When He heard the planet's voice gradually return to normal, He stroked it like a kitten and continued to listen to the song. This grand feast of the gods lasted for who knows how long, no celestial body bothered to count it, and neither did Zen. He simply listened to the song attentively, like a more than competent listener to a rare concert. After all, all He needed to do was listen to the song; the concept of time meant nothing to Him. However, for the people living on the blue planet, right in the centre of the concert, too much time had passed, so much time that humanity was on the verge of extinction.

A cold wind blew and a grey mist rolled over the sky, still dull and only faintly glowing, as if it were a starlit night before the age of extinction, gloomy but with shimmering light. It kept people from sinking beneath the eternal night, unable to see their fingers. The air is icy, the ground is covered in snow and ice, the ruins of countless cities are frozen in a crystal. Twenty years had passed, the cycle of time had long since ended, and only the technological artefacts of the past remained here to bear witness to the glory of human civilisation.

Claire emerged from the warmth of the bunker to see such a picture of doom. She looked at it numbly, cowering in the cold wind, her form withered. Her youthful beauty had long since passed through time, and now she looked more like an old woman of nearly sixty, despite being only forty. She followed the exploratory team towards the ruins of the city. Today is the weekly food search day in the bunker, and they must go deeper into the dangerous city to find food that has survived from before the Age of Extinction. In a world covered in snow and ice, where the daily temperature peaked at 20 degrees below zero, food had long been impossible to grow and everyone had to rely on the products of the industry from twenty years ago to survive.