I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior

There is a silent picture on the TV.

The lens was taken from outer space.

In the dark and vast space background, the stars are shining and dotted.

In the distance of the lens, densely packed cones float quietly, the scene is both spectacular and weird.

Chen Feng, who spent two months in the military, knew about these cones.

It is the world government that is proud of, represents the crystallization of the highest level of human science and technology, and claims to be the star fleet that can open the next chapter of the era.

Thousands of large motherships, tens of thousands of frigates, and nearly 100,000 small and medium combat ships were assembled.

Beside the fleet group, there are several large space stations that are intensively producing colonial ships that are said to carry 200,000 passengers.

At present, nearly a hundred colonial ships have been built. As long as the life freezing technology has passed the final reliability verification and made breakthrough progress, 20 million people will enter the colonial ships and formally take the most out of space. A distant step.

Such a huge fleet stacked on top of each other looks spectacular.

Suddenly, under the background of the universe, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the fleet.

After that, a little bit of rays of light flickered in space one after another, one after another, almost illuminating the dark universe.

This is an explosion. In a very short period of time, these more than 100,000 battleships exploded together.

In the blink of an eye, these more than 100,000 spaceships turned into bright fireworks, completely dissipated in space.

The pictures on TV are desperately beautiful.

In the fleet, tens of millions of people lost their lives in an instant.

The martial power that mankind is most proud of so far disappeared in an instant.

A narration appeared on the TV.

"This is the picture five minutes ago. Our star fleet, the whole army is destroyed."

The voice of the narration was calm, but it was filled with sadness and despair.

Chen Feng knows who the owner of this voice is.

When he was still in the army, he often heard the owner of this voice speak on the TV.

This is the current leader of the world government.

In the TV, tone barely fell, a huge disc-shaped black shadow appeared in the camera from far to near at a very fast speed.

The flying speed of Sombra is unimaginable, but the back of its flight path has not sprayed any medium for propulsion, indicating that Sombra’s propulsion method is different from all the energy technologies that mankind has mastered.

This is exactly the thing that was hanging in the air last time Chen Feng saw.

After breaking through the fragmentation zone formed by the debris of the Star Fleet, the shadow suddenly stopped in space.

The instant that a huge monster changes from extreme motion to extreme silence, it completely violates the law of inertia, which makes Chen Feng feel violent and uncomfortable, like a cat scratching the glass by his ears, making He is dizzy and nauseous.

Immediately afterwards, the TV screen disappeared, leaving only pitch black, but the previous commentary did not stop.

The owner of the voice continued to say in a hard to describe tone: "I'm sorry. We were defeated. We have prepared for today for 500 years, but we are still defeated. We even... even a little bit I can't resist. I'm sorry..."

The voice gradually faded.

Suddenly four words appeared on the TV, "Signal interruption".

It turned out that these people knew that this day would come from the very beginning.

The star fleet, military system, and other systems are all prepared for today.

It's just that the strength of the enemy and the enemy is too great, just as no matter how strong the ant's nest is, it will be futile in the face of the flood of extinction.

This can't even count as a Roach-armed car.

In my heart, Chen Feng's nose suddenly felt a little itchy, and he rubbed it subconsciously, then put down his hand and took a look. The back of his hand was full of slimy red blood, I don’t know when it came out. .

Well, the ghost should have entered the atmosphere, right?

Exactly the same as last time.

The TV exploded without warning, and the lights suddenly dimmed.

Chen Feng's vision became white again, and the tearing pain that was familiar and unfamiliar came up from all parts of his body again.

He once had an experience, although he was psychologically prepared, he still couldn't resist this kind of pain from the soul.

He slowly fell to the ground.

Before he died, he only vaguely cursed in the heart.

I know it's so, it's useless to hide underground.

……

Open your eyes.

It's getting bright again.

Chen Feng lay quietly on the bed, rubbing his fingers on the quilt, waiting for the pain to ebb and his mind was free, he again in the heart silently recalled the "Bored" and "It's Late At Night" twice melody.

He then slowly sat up, with his hands on his knees, his thoughts abounding, and he felt a little melancholy in his heart.

The first time he dreamed, he died so suddenly that he didn't know what was going on, so he didn't feel anything.

This time I learned about the entire process of development, and I was shocked that mankind would really perish after a thousand years, and his mood fluctuated a little bit more.

But in fact, he has nothing to do with the world, and there is nothing that cannot be parted, so he always has a sense of isolation from the world after a thousand years.

Until now, he has not been 100% sure whether it is reality or an exceptionally real dream, because whether it is a dream or reality, there are many unreasonable places.

But he just can't stop in the heart and feel sorry for the destruction of the entire human civilization.

This is too sad. The entire civilization has worked together for five hundred years, but in the end it still scattered ashes and dispersed smoke.

In the vast universe, human beings are too humble and small.

This is an indescribable feeling, with a sense of compassion and powerlessness, and has several points of regret and loss.

It took a long time for Chen Feng to break free from this complicated emotion.

He laughed at himself and thought to himself, what if it is true?

Even if mankind really perishes after a thousand years, so what?

What to do with me?

Whether it is now or a thousand years later, I am just an insignificant ordinary person.

What can I change?

What can I care about?

I have tried my best even to take care of myself.

Chen Feng jumped out of bed and subconsciously said: "Little Wei, make me a cup..."

Forget it, why did you make the same mistake again?

Chen Feng shrugs, makes breakfast by himself, puts two buns with a cup of hot milk in the microwave, and presses the button.

There was a crunch, and there was a slight crisp noise from the microwave.

The ceiling light in the kitchen went out and the power supply tripped.

White smoke rose from the back of the microwave, and a smell of burnt was permeated in the kitchen.

The microwave oven burned out.

He hasn't used the microwave oven for a year, and he is a little absent-minded, forgetting that he can't put metal objects in it.

Unlucky, one or two hundred is gone.

Chen Feng muttered and went to the bathroom to wash.

While pouring water into the mouthwash cup, he swept the mirror from the corner of his eye and was taken aback when he saw his slightly pale face in the mirror.

He remembers clearly that his skin color was not like this before.

Although the apartment steward is not considered to be a high-intensity work outdoors, it still often walks around outside.

Chen Feng's original body is not too strong, but he is not thin, and his complexion is very standard, neither yellow nor white.

But the face in the mirror was sickly pale. At first glance, it was a serious sub-health condition caused by lack of exercise and sunlight.

Chen Feng is puzzled.

I obviously only slept all night, what's the matter?

Is the physique changes in my dreams inherited outside?

This time he hardly went out in his dreams.

Anyway, Little Wei will get everything ready. He also knows that sooner or later he will die anyway. It doesn't matter if you exercise or not.

So in the next two or three months in the dream, his health and skin color have indeed become like this.

Considering that there was no difference before and after waking up last time, he thought it would be the same this time, so he didn't pay much attention at all.

Now he knows the reason.

Last time when he was a subsistence household, although he was also addicted to enjoyment, he did not shut himself in the room as a dead house. Instead, he went out from time to time to play games and jogging with others.

After all, last time he was still thinking about the beautiful girls in other low-income households, and he also maintained proper exercise, so the skin color changes were not obvious before and after.

But this time, I first trained a little bit as a reserve soldier for two months, but then forcibly spent ten months in the house. It was still the kind of dead house that had never seen the daylight, and the house went wrong.

Chen Feng rubbed his face and then squeezed his fists, feeling a little weak.

Forget it, pay more attention next, let's resume running this month.

However, you should copy the song first.

Chen Feng took leave during the day and shut himself in the door for a whole day. He didn't even eat lunch at all. He wrote two songs by hand on the computer by little by little. Complete arrangement.

Now he hasn't mastered the skills of digital arrangement, so he can only do it by hand.

Although it has worked a little harder, Chen Feng's heart is more fulfilled than ever when looking at the densely packed notebook full of music scores.

Outside the window, the sun set behind the western hills, the glow of the setting sun spilled in through the window, shining on the black leatherette cover of the notebook, reflecting a hazy glow.

Chen Feng gently rubbed the cover, full of expectation.

No matter if I still dream of doing this in the future, can I still copy more songs, as long as I operate these two songs well, my destiny will always be different, right?

When I earn the first pot of gold, what shall I do with it?

How much can I earn on my the first pot of gold?