“I’m sorry.” The trembling fingers fell, leaving behind only a string of garbled text in the input field. It was like Tang Lan was facing a terrible thing as he even took two steps back, eyes slightly red. “I can’t do it.”

Polly shook his head like this result was expected. “Silly boy.”

Tang Lan’s eyes were bloodshot.

An Zhe saw all of this by the fireplace. The choices faced by humans were often difficult and the pain in the heart sometimes exceeded the pain of the body. Polly was right to say that kindness was the most significant weakness of humans. Under the weight of the cruel world, Tang Lan would be miserable and Polly would be 100 times more miserable. Thus, An Zhe watched Polly for a long time, waiting for this person to make a choice from the pain in his heart. This was the impermanence of fate. Polly would still face the dilemma of a judge after 100 years.

In this silent standoff, the aurora flashed again. Rum reflexively looked at the big screen and An Zhe was the same. The ghostly image once again appeared on the screen. This time, it took more than three seconds to disappear. The strange scatter plot was burned onto An Zhe’s retinas.

At the same time, Tang Lan reached up and held his temple. “I heard it again.”

What did this mean? Even An Zhe knew this meant that the unknown fluctuation from the universe had suddenly strengthened. It turned out that it wasn’t gradual as humans had predicted. It could climb in leaps and bounds.

After five seconds of silence, the aurora flashed again. It was like the heart of a huge thing suddenly shrank and the entire world was plunged into complete darkness. On the screen in the laboratory, the dense light spots shook.

“It’s coming.” Tang Lan closed his eyes and buried his face in his palms, voice hoarse. “It’s coming, I hear it. Soon, it will exceed the strength of the magnetic field. Sir, you don’t have to worry now. The distortion has come and it can’t be stopped.”

“We… we…” He lowered his head. “We… for what?”

He laughed dumbly. It was that type of laughter—that type of despair. An Zhe thought there was probably blood in his throat.

Just now, their humanity had tortured them about whether to ask the base to close the magnetic poles or now. They had been hating this cruel world and the cruel fate they had to fight against. They were also suffering in their hearts. They thought they had a choice but the next moment, they knew how ridiculous all the struggle and hatred was. This was the most meaningless resistance of all—of course, the meaning of all humans was meaningless.