I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

It was completely different from the usual bustle. The streets were deserted and pedestrians were sparse. Even coins dropped to the ground would accumulate a layer of dust without anyone picking them up.

He didn't know what happened. Chen Feng was too worried and didn't bother to ask. He just walked slowly with his hands in his pockets.

The external environment is deserted and there are fewer distractions.

Solitude is the best soil for divergent thinking, and Chen Feng subconsciously began to let the horse rein in his mind.

He had figured out the general idea before, but there were still questions that kept bothering him.

Leader's problem.

He doesn't like the position of leader.

This time he bit the bullet and reluctantly got on.

Judging from the results, he did pretty well.

But he actually hopes that a leader who absolutely trusts him, has brains and charisma to protect him from the wind and rain, while he only needs to provide information and charge into battle, that would be great.

But he scratched his head and couldn't figure out how to help a leader out of nowhere.

In theory, Tang Tianxin is the perfect candidate.

However, Chen Feng could not accurately control the status of the child's mother every time he passed by.

It's the biggest blessing that she still exists, and I really can't ask for more.

Chen Feng's move went so smoothly this time, and the child's mother successfully took over the military power. There were many coincidences in it.

The tragic Hundred Years' War made the fate of mankind miserable, but it was also an era that created heroes.

Chen Feng came into being, like a god coming to the world. He successively played the key role in major battles against Lei. When the whole family was in despair, he took on the identity of a thousand-year prophet at the right time, completely conquered Lei, and turned her into stars. Only then did he hold power in an undisputed manner.

The right time, right place and right people are indispensable and may not be easily replicated.

If next time it is peacetime and the child's mother is only a major general or even lower, Chen Feng will find it difficult to help her become a leader in just one year.

Even if he reveals his identity again and allows the world to recognize his identity as a thousand-year prophet, without the training of blood and fire, without the self-proof that he has truly been on the battlefield, even if he beats all mankind on the training ground, he cannot be easily subdued. Everyone.

Others will recommend him to be the sharpest sword in mankind, but Tang Tianxin may not be able to regain control of the country in the command sequence.

However, Chen Feng did not want to experience the golden opportunity created by Lei's cold-blooded killing again.

I'm sorry 17 billion times, it's too tiring to say it.

Chen Feng shook his head and tried to tell himself not to worry about things that were impossible to think through. The boat would go straight when it reached the bridge.

But the human heart is difficult to control. If he can really control his thinking easily and stop thinking about what he must think about and immediately stop thinking about it, then he should check himself and see if he is reviewing "Song of the World" in his mind. Too many times, and it has caused self-penetration.

Unknowingly, Chen Feng walked through the gate of Mason College leisurely.

The guard knew him well and saw that he looked preoccupied, so he didn't come up to say hello, so as not to disturb the big man's thinking.

As the gatekeeper of a music hall like Mason College, I have some knowledge after all, and I always know a lot about the news in the industry.

Putting aside "Self-Burning", which was sung by Katie Swift and composed by Chen Feng and won a Grammy Award, the English songs sold by Chen Feng in the past two months for which he wrote, composed and composed all by himself. It has been released one after another and has landed at the top of the Billboard charts.

There are even two rare Chinese songs in the top 50 of this list belonging to the European and American circles.

A song "Self-Burning" from Zhong Lei.

A song "Across the Starry Sky" from Lu Wei.

Mediocre people pursue fame and fortune, while those who are strong and ahead of the times will gain fame and fortune.

Chen Feng is now an undisputed strong man, easily breaking through the shackles of Dongfang Face.

Looking at Chen Feng's indifferent back with his hands in his pockets, the guard thought to himself that he must be imagining some shocking masterpiece again, right?

He is truly an amazing person who has escaped from vulgar taste and is thinking all the time.

It is precisely because of this kind of concentration that he can become the big man who is famous all over the world today.

Chen Feng didn't care about what others thought. After Xin walked in, he saw from the corner of his eye a white-painted wooden chair next to the fountain flower bed in the small square of the college. He subconsciously sat down on it, raised his right hand to support his chin, and tilted his head. The body should be like that of a meditator.

The guard's expression changed slightly as he looked at him from a distance. He wanted to come up to warn him, but in the end he retreated.

never mind.

He is so rich that he doesn't care about a mere set of clothes.

After sitting down on the bench, Chen Feng thought of the last scene again.

Use your body as bait and return with the enemy.

It seems very impressive, but in fact it is a helpless act of a lone wolf.

This time, he was the only human in the galaxy. He could not fight alone and could only kill one of them.

What if he has more and stronger comrades next time, or even that he is no longer the strongest warrior in mankind, and just needs to be a happy soldier in the army, and then be led away by the big guys even more happily? ?

Also, this time due to limited conditions, only 200,000 particle bombs were prepared.

If we do it more perfectly next time, the overall strength of mankind is stronger, the mandatory demand for personnel is reduced, and more people are retained, and 100 million particle-related bombs are directly placed at the location where the invaders appear, they will be given to Ya as soon as they arrive. Wouldn't it be nice to be blown up and annihilated by flying ashes?

This idea may seem absurd, but in fact it is extremely feasible and is only one step away.

Even if he ignores these side tactics and goes on a regular frontal battlefield, this time he forces out four brand new trump cards from the invaders.

Among them, the Dragonfly fighter jet and the black hole bomb were analyzed thoroughly, and were quickly summarized into a collection of essays by Fanxing, which was projected into Chen Feng's retina and forcibly recorded.

In the future, as long as there is no major technological regression, he will be able to find appropriate opportunities to make use of these things.

Next time, as long as future generations don't commit suicide and kill themselves first, humanity really can't lose.

After winning the battle, Chen Feng felt that he could live seriously and enjoy life for once in the future.

How happy it would be if I could spend my whole life learning scientific and technological knowledge and become a person like Dong Shan who learned from the best of others, or a scholar like Ou Qinglan who excelled in a certain field.

What if I could really learn a subject and bring it back to the 21st century? What would the future be like?

Chen Feng just imagined that situation for a moment, and he became a little distraught.

He shook his head, quickly pulled away from this worthless fantasy, and reconsidered the business.

How can humans achieve greater perfection?

Chen Feng tilted his head slightly and looked at the white guard who was also looking at him secretly with admiring eyes.

He recalled the even more fanatical admiration that Lu Xianfeng, Lawrence and others looked at him.

Alas, it would be much easier if we could support some great leaders from afar in the 30th century.

Last time, "Master Chen Feng" initially formed the ideology of "prophet", but it was not strong enough, and the impact on future generations was not enough to profoundly affect human behavioral motivations across five hundred years, and it was not enough to form a strong enough binding force to allow future generations to People revolve around their own will, showing a completely healthy competition pattern.

It eventually evolved into a spokesperson war that lasted for 389 years, and became the final push that led Lei to extremes, allowing her to set off an even more brutal Hundred Years War.

Fortunately, his own existence was able to finally combine Lei's achievements with those of the Freedom Front, so that these hundreds of years would not be wasted.

In such unhealthy competition, although various world powers have accelerated technological development due to the arms race, Chen Feng subconsciously felt that if from 2700 to 3000, humans had several great leaders who succeeded them, they would lead to vicious competition. For benign.

How good would it be to maintain the intensity of competition but also control it within a certain range to prevent war from actually happening?

But he really couldn't think of any way to transcend time and accurately control the ideology of future generations to such an extent.

It’s so difficult!

He scratched his head frantically.

Finally reluctantly smoothing it over, Chen Feng thought he could only find a way to pass on the ideology left behind by his late self from generation to generation in a timeline full of random variables.

And pray that your faith can be strong enough to span hundreds of years and be projected onto a certain or a group of perfect successors who are talented and noble, and encourage these people to stand up, develop their potential, and take on the responsibility of leading civilization. responsibility.

Perfectionists are good at looking for trouble. Chen Feng is not a perfectionist. He is an extreme perfectionist who was forced into shape by every life.

This time he really got into trouble and couldn't get out.

After a long time, he gave himself a gentle slap.

I really don’t want to!

Think of something fun!

What to do after you win?

But immediately, another problem that he was unwilling to face but could not avoid gradually came to mind.

Did you really win by destroying the ball-shaped battleship?

This battleship has a history of 500,000 years, which means that the other party built it 500,000 years ago.

Did the Compound Eyes create anything else before and after this?

Such a powerful compound-eyed civilization would only have one battleship?

Common sense told him this was impossible.

Even this spherical battleship might just be an outpost reconnaissance unit in the Compound Eyes' military system.

That would be desperate.

Just like climbing a mountain, people can only see the scenery behind the mountain after overcoming the thorns and thorns.

The scenery behind the mountain peak is majestic and majestic, but it is likely to be another steep and dangerous peak that towers into the clouds.

For a long time in the past, Chen Feng's goal was simple, to destroy the only enemy's spherical battleship.

He has no qualifications and no intention to think about the future.

But now, the probability of defeating the spherical battleship has changed from zero percent to at least seventy percent, and he has to add new anxiety.

Judging from the results, two outcomes are most likely to occur.

First, the spherical battleship is the enemy's core combat unit and a powerful unit. Humanity destroys the spherical battleship and annihilates or captures all the compound-eyed ones in the battleship alive. Civilizations on Earth successfully declared force and reached peace treaties with each other. Humanity has officially opened its connection with cosmic civilization, entered the galactic era, and smoothly integrated into the cosmic social system.

Second, the ball ship is really just a reconnaissance unit. In order to completely wipe out mankind, the invaders continued to maintain the solar system barrier and mobilized real troops to carry out crushing civilization annihilation operations.

Emotion made Chen Feng hope for the first ending, but reason told him that he was probably living in a dream.

The second ending will bring him greater despair, but it is really the most likely.

In other words, even if it is the first type, the Compound Eyes are likely to choose to continue to start an all-out war.

Chen Feng has never said a word to the intruder so far, but he has some implicit judgments that can be understood with just one look.

When he was wearing condor armor and looked at the compound-eyed man who was killed through the window, the other person's eyes were cold, fearful, and fearful.

There is no unreasonable hate and love in the world, and there is no unreasonable fear.

If the civilization on earth is really that humble, how can the other party be afraid?

He would just crush him with an expressionless face.

Therefore, Chen Feng understands that the potential of humans on earth is much higher than that of the other party, and the other party must also understand this.

Chen Feng has found the other party's conclusive motive for starting the war.

The answer made him both happy and depressed.

There is an old Chinese saying.

Even if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them.

The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade.

The weak earth civilization has too strong potential. Once exposed, it is destined to perish.

This is an objective fact and does not change due to personal will.

Chen Feng started scratching his head again.

It may be difficult to collect a thousand hairs of Zhong Lei. If he keeps going like this, he may be able to collect all his own in a few days.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he saw him when he passed by the small square, and then happily ran to the small supermarket to buy two ice cream cones. Zhong Lei walked over without noticing that Zhong Lei was approaching.

Zhong Lei didn't bother him, she just stood next to him and watched the man quietly like a madman. The expression on his face changed again and again, sometimes smiling, sometimes distressed, sometimes angry, and sometimes confused.

But the only thing that remained unchanged was the lingering gloom in his eyes.

He even slapped himself.

There was a loud snap.

He looked like a madman, a little crazy.

Zhong Lei, who has a very keen sense of emotion, clearly knows that this is a sign of a person's inner pressure reaching the extreme.

She couldn't help but feel a little distressed and uncomfortable.

She could feel that Chen Feng had never been truly happy or relaxed for a long, long time.

Perhaps, before the two became friends, when he foolishly tried to strike up a conversation with her and was just the housekeeper of the lowest-level apartment, life was easier than it is now.

Chen Feng. What are you suffering from?

Zhong Lei was unconscious without realizing it, and her eyes gradually became moist.

The ice cream in her hand began to melt without even noticing, until the cold cheese cream dripped onto her fingers, and she woke up in horror.

She subconsciously whispered and tried to touch the tissue, but found ice cream in both hands.

Stiffened.

She didn't know what to do for a while.

Chen Feng was awakened by a low voice, raised his head and looked to the side, and saw her at a loss.

Chen Feng quickly stood up and walked forward.

Zhong Lei immediately handed the thing over, "Hurry and get it for me."

Chen Feng took the ice cream from her hand and saw that her face was flushed and her eyes were moist.

While she was touching paper to wipe her hands, Chen Feng asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Lei shook her head slightly, "Nothing."

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