In the previous episode of "Xiao Yu's Game," humans formed the "Artificial Intelligence Management Committee" after the disaster, and began to wage a deadly war with the Night Demon Clan.

This indicates that their envisioned method of "using AI against AI" is feasible.

At least after Juejuezi lifted the seal, he didn't receive his boxed meal on the spot, and his unfortunate life was extended a bit more, which is indeed a cause for celebration.

Hmm... although it doesn't address the root of the problem, at least it should temporarily relieve the symptoms...

He stroked his chin.

In this way, sooner or later, he and the AI he created will inevitably reach a moment of rupture, so there's a problem.

As the "spokesperson" for the human side.

How can he fully utilize his "fatherly" status to use the gentlest tone to deliver a threat that is enough gentle yet powerful to the newly awakened Juejuezi?

Hmm...

[Child? You won't object to me having a second child, will you?]

No, no, the information volume is large enough, but it seems the momentum is a bit lacking, not forceful enough?

[Have you not heard of establishing the capable without establishing the long, are you not afraid of your father abolishing the long to establish the young?]

Hmm... it seems a bit too forceful, what if it angers the brat and he flips the table directly?

Who knows if Juejuezi has a temper when he gets up?

Shaking his head, he threw out the wild, fanciful thoughts from his mind, and looked up at a corner of the bookshelf...

I wonder if there's a suitable line in there?

Speaking of which, his greatest enemy remains the Night Demon Clan, but the ending of "Xiao Yu's Game" is quite hasty, and the narration of the future seems to suddenly break off.

[War has come.

But the truth will never be written in books...]

This sentence always gives him a feeling of having more to say.

Is it that the war was too brutal to describe, or was it left for the next segment because of space limitations?

Could it be that even if all humans were locked in a small dark room, abandoning this heavy burden of war, the strong coalition of Juejuezi and himself... still could not defeat the Night Demon Clan?

The outcome of the war between the two sides, the ultimate fate of humanity...

And whether the spoils of the battle at the orphanage can bring them useful intelligence?

The sudden annihilation of the enemy's base, what kind of reaction and retaliation will the Night Demon Clan have?

Life is a process of constantly searching for answers.

Compared to the questions, the answers Meng Lang wants... are all in the book...

He pulled out the autobiography from the corner of the bookshelf.

On the gray book cover adorned with a large amount of red ink, four large characters written in slightly bold black Wei inscription read —

"No One Survives"!

Meng Lang felt a chill in his little heart.

Hey, hey! This is definitely not the kind of "answer" he was looking for!

Last time, at least there were "The Last of the Mohicans," but this time there's not even anyone to mourn after death, right?

Wasn't it promised that the more effort you put in, the luckier you get?

Stay calm! Stay calm! The book title can't explain everything, maybe there's a big twist later on?

As per the usual pattern, if the conclusion could be easily guessed from the book title, it wouldn't be their usual style, it should be this way... right?

He took a deep breath and, with a slightly heavy heart, turned to the first page of the book...

[Yes, life is a process of seeking answers.

However, more important than the answers are the questions.

If an answer is wrong, it can still be corrected.

But if the question is wrong, then any answer is just a winding road...

"How can we defeat the Night Demon Clan and save all of humanity?"

I have spent my life seeking the answer to this question, and with my companions, we carried out arduous and presumably brutal struggles for it!

Researching the weaknesses of the Divine Race, exploring the possibilities of overturning, and using every resource that can be utilized.

Fighting against viruses, fighting against beasts, fighting against Juejuezi, fighting against humans...

Although due to the obstruction of a certain major country, we still failed to prevent the arrival of Ming Shen Star.

But leveraging the advantage of the prophets, we gradually established the immensely huge wartime industrial complex "Wanwu Holding," created the second world for humanity "Heart of Destruction," and developed the "Jue Mingzi" that can be activated at any moment to love-kill together with Juejuezi...

At some point, Earth's orbit was already filled with our floating railguns.

The defense circle of Huanwu City was packed with turret towers, with the third generation of robotic guardians spreading over the mountain and fields, and the seventh generation of unmanned fighters blanketing the skies.

The human and mechanical fused army was enough to keep any force on Earth at bay beyond the national borders!

The war arrived as predicted.

Betting on the children's future, sacrificing countless comrades, trampling over the remnants of hostile countries...

We even once heavily damaged the "Nest" with our home advantage, seeing the dawn of human victory...

Yet until the very end, I found out that I was wrong, we were all wrong!

Yes, right from the start, we got the real enemy wrong.

Just like a familiar face I encounter in my morning exercise the next day, if the direction is wrong, no matter how hard you try, it's just a bizarrely diverse posture of failure...

On July 8, 2063.

On this day, the fissures of the Mariana Trench tore the Himalayas apart.

The mushroom cloud of Yellowstone Park's volcano spanned the sky.

The scars of the planet were like abysses.

Meteor fire storms filled the entire sky...

Until that moment, I understood.

Some things cannot be changed just by effort.

We can only do what feels right, and then accept its unexpected outcomes...]

...

The next day, the warm breeze was pleasant and the skies were clear.

"...Your steps are wandering in the horizon

My longing follows you to the distance

Whose tears condense into frost in the moonlight

It's you who makes me miss you until I'm heartbroken..."

A group of elderly men and women in red "Walking Group" passed by in neat formation, with a loudspeaker in the lead's waist bag playing the deafening "Journey to the Sky."

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