It will come for revenge.

Although Sun Hang didn't know why he was so certain about this, the sentence was like a mental stamp, deeply engraved in his mind.

I don't need to look for its trace, I just need to wait in place, waiting for the moment of the final battle to come.

Vaguely, Sun Hang seemed to sense a gaze, crossing time and space, shooting at him from somewhere thousands of miles away. He turned his head and met a pair of eyes filled with resentment and madness.

That gaze disappeared in an instant, like a small pebble thrown into the river of time, creating a little splash that was quickly smoothed over by the flowing time.

This gaze did not belong to Sun Hang's time; it was more like a letter preserved for hundreds of years, with yellowing paper that oxidized rapidly upon contact with air, until it turned to nothingness.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Qi waved her hand in front of Sun Hang, "Why do you look so absent-minded?"

"It's nothing, just thinking about some things and got distracted," Sun Hang said casually.

"Why do I feel... ever since you came back from Nameless Island, I understand you less and less?" Yang Qi murmured, as if talking to herself, yet also complaining to Sun Hang.

"Could you see through me before?"

"At least not like it is now." Yang Qi sighed, "The mysteries surrounding you are now so many that I'm too lazy to delve into them... I just want to ask you one thing, you're on our side, right?"

"Your side... which side is that?" Sun Hang looked into Yang Qi's eyes and asked seriously.

"Humanity." Yang Qi answered with equal seriousness.

"But even within humanity, there are different factions, various differences... Looking throughout human history, from the evolution from upright apes to Homo sapiens, and then to Yuri Gagarin of the Siberian Federation leaving our mother planet Earth, wars have never ceased," Sun Hang said, "In my view, humanity is just a species, not a faction, and there is no such thing as taking sides."

"If you said that in the past, you'd probably be sent straight back to an isolation room for the most detailed and rigorous psychological examination," Yang Qi said with a bitter smile, "You'd better not say such things in public in the future... it will cause a lot of trouble."

"Just being honest." Sun Hang shrugged, "Honestly, compared to the future fate of humanity, I'm more concerned about what to eat tonight."

"What about after dinner?" Yang Qi asked again.

"As the saying goes, 'Full bellies think... don't look at me like that, just a joke." Sun Hang laughed, "Actually, I'm not one for grand ambitions. As long as I can fill my stomach and have a comfortable bed to sleep in, I ask for nothing more."

"..."

"According to that pyramid of needs theory, I should be at the very bottom." Sun Hang said self-deprecatingly.

"It's Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory." Yang Qi sighed and said.

"Yes, yes, that's the one."

The original model of Maslow's hierarchy of needs was a five-tier pyramid, starting with the most basic physiological needs of human beings like food, water, air, sleep, and sex, then moving upwards to safety needs, social needs, esteem needs, and finally the need for self-actualization.

For social elites like Yang Qi, naturally, the highest "need for self-actualization" is the most important; whereas for people like Sun Hang, his only thought is: as long as he lives, everything else is optional, unimportant.

Living is good enough.

Unfortunately, in these harsh times, sometimes even just living requires every ounce of strength.

"Aren't you curious about your life before you lost your memory?" Yang Qi asked.

"Yeah... but what does that have to do with me wanting to lie flat?"

"The original five-tier pyramid model of Maslow's theory was proposed in the Huang Li year 4640, which is also the most widely spread version among the public. But actually, by the year 4667 of the Huang Li timeline, this model had already been refined and expanded into an eight-tier pyramid. Your pursuit of the past and curiosity about those mysterious events belong to the transcendence from self-awareness to self-transcendence, which are high-level needs at the top of the pyramid." Yang Qi said.

"Wow, I didn't know about that," Sun Hang patted his forehead, "Looks like I suffer for not reading more."

"Actually, everyone has those high-level needs, it's just that when lower-level needs are not met, these high-level needs get deprioritized." Yang Qi continued, "For example, an overworked employee who is physically and mentally exhausted would only think of eating a meal, taking a bath, and getting some sleep after coming home, rather than pondering on 'Who am I, where do I come from, where am I going?' He wouldn't even plan his future life; he would only think about how to keep his current job so that he wouldn't be kicked out of his house at the end of the month for not being able to pay rent on time."

"... You're not planning to cut my supplies, are you?"

"I wouldn't do that and don't have the authority to either," Yang Qi replied, annoyed, "In terms of clearance level, you're even above the teacher right now. I just want to tell you that since you're living in this world, there must be some goals beyond just physiological needs... Otherwise, how are you different from livestock?"

"Why do you think the term 'working cattle' was invented..." Sun Hang muttered.

Yang Qi was about to retort, but suddenly realized a problem—Sun Hang seemed to be diverting the conversation to a different topic, each time she tried to get it back on track, he would interrupt her with almost nonsensical arguments.

A wave of frustration surged up, Yang Qi puffed out her cheeks and glared at Sun Hang, "I'm not going to argue with you about this... Get lost, don't bother my work."

"Are you sure you don't want to come to my place for dinner?" Sun Hang wasn't angry at being scolded by Yang Qi; instead, he grinned and asked, "No kidding, Zhong Ling's cooking is absolutely top-notch."

"You don't want to be a working cattle, but someone has to do that," Yang Qi clapped the tablet in her hands hard, "I still have over four hundred files to process, and the newly established data model related to Night Slayer needs revisions, why don't I go to your place for dinner, and you stay to work for me?"

"I bid you farewell." Sun Hang quickly cupped his fists towards her and instantly disappeared from Yang Qi's sight.

"That guy..." Yang Qi lightly bit her back molars and stomped her heel on the ground.

"You're rushing it," the old head's voice came from the side.

"Teacher, it's not about rushing... It's just that he's..." Yang Qi's brow furrowed, "I don't know if it's an illusion; I just feel like he's moving further and further away from us."

"But he invited you to have dinner at his place tonight," the old head suddenly said, "Why refuse?"

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