บท 216: Chapter 216: The "Final" Day Has Arrived
"The Federal fleet has already begun its evacuation. It's clear they intend to abandon the entire Federal border, preserving enough combat power to protect the citizens at the rear."
"..."
"A large number of starships and spaceships are also leaving with the Federal tycoons. These ships can't accommodate all life, and a considerable number of citizens remain in the Federal border."
"..."
"Those damn bastards, why didn't they even bring Kshe-2ui? Kshe-2ui is the hottest host in the star city, and he's rich too!"
"..."
The live TV broadcast continued to air various programs. Some programs relied on the host's streaming, and some were retained out of desperation.
The star city was now filled with abandoned hovercars and near-space shuttles. All the starships and spaceships had already left, leaving no other options. Some even tried to leave the star system using near-space shuttles. She laughed; the maximum speed of that thing was only a few dozen kilometers per second. How long would it take to leave the star system?
How long would it take to reach another star system?
What difference would it make if they were rescued tens of thousands of years later?
By then, the world that she arrived at would be unfamiliar.
The culture varied between each star system in the Federation, and the differences between them were even greater than those between so-called races. On a planet, no matter how far apart you were, you could reach each other in a matter of minutes.
But in the universe, even the nearest stars required years to reach. Even at the speed of light, it would take at least a year.
The regional differences caused by such distances were truly terrifying.
The remaining people here had lost all hope of escape.
They fell into despair.
Some became listless, staying at home, eating, and sleeping.
Some committed suicide.
Some persisted in their work, trying not to think about these things.
Some turned to crime to vent their emotions.
Goliya stared blankly at the male lying on top of her, her expressionless face even showing some numbness.
How many times had this happened now?
She couldn't remember.
At this moment, life seemed so fragile. She understood her own fears and rationally understood the fears of others. She believed that if there was peace, these males would undoubtedly be gentlemen.
So, when the male was violent towards her, she didn't feel fear. Instead, her eyes showed pity.
This pity made the male lying on top of her even angrier, to the point where he lost all desire.
"What's that look in your eyes? Are you pitying me?"
He roared.
Goliya shook her head. "We're all here. What's there to pity?"
"We're all waiting for death. If you want to vent, I'm the same. Come on, I won't resist."
These words didn't make the male feel better. Instead, he turned and left.
Because what he needed was to vent, to seek comfort in violence, bloodshed, and the suffering of other lives, not in the damn mutual affection.
Watching him leave, Goliya fell into a state of calm. Her body, mind, and everything about her were peaceful.
Death?
She often thought about death.
Or, to be more precise, every life, from the moment it becomes conscious of its own existence and realizes its mortality, is constantly thinking about death.
This world is beautiful.
Some lives can gain something from this beauty, and so they begin to fear death.
Some lives are so dull that they can't feel anything from this beautiful world, and they feel that the past, present, and future hold nothing worth waiting for, so they don't care about death.
Some lives only perceive the darkness of this world. They are born in the shadows beneath the beauty, and this world holds nothing for them to cherish, so they welcome and embrace death.
Goliya was the latter.
She believed that the first, second, and third types of people were equally numerous in this world.
Every family was enduring the pain of life and struggling to survive.
This was what she thought, and even she sometimes felt that she might have been a saint in her previous life. But this was her genuine thought, and it was also the essence of the world.
There is no evil in this world without reason.
If there is, then it is not evil, because the person committing these evil acts does not see them as evil.
This is what Goliya was thinking about now.
Because she had nothing else to do, in her despair, she chose to quietly enter her imaginary world, making herself more saintly and perfect, to avoid the pain of death.
However, this wasn't the most painful thing.
If you were in a level-1 civilization, you would encounter the final day after a month, or at most, a year. It would be so brief.
But in the Federation, due to the vastness of the region and the wide range of encounters, the final day didn't come after a year or a few years, but after 30 years.
A painful 30 years.
After the initial frenzy, all life fell silent.
They were exhausted.
Their spirits were completely drained.
The frenzied star city also fell into a deathly silence. Although there were lives and sounds everywhere, it felt empty, like a desert.
30 years later.
The star system's stellar eye detected the fleet of the Silk Civilization.
This news spread throughout the star city.
All life took to the streets at this moment, gazing at that side.
The expression in their eyes was one of—desire!
They desperately wanted death, just as they would desire water in a desert.
Every life was withered, and although the star city had plenty of food, at a glance, billions upon billions of lives were as thin as straws.
"Death!"
"Death!"
"Death!"
They were calling out.
Why didn't they commit suicide?
Because they were afraid.
Deep down, they didn't want to die. They once cherished their lives and the lives of their families.
But they had no choice. Life and death had been battling in their hearts for 30 years, a full 30 years. How terrifying and sad was this?
This was a tragedy!
Fortunately, what they had been hoping for finally arrived.
Their faces showed relief and smiles, a different kind of smile.
Yan Xia had never thought that a smile could be so complex.
He didn't want to watch, but he had no choice.
Because these were undoubtedly his decisions.
"Their final day has finally arrived."
"Thirty years of torment, no, other star cities may have to wait even longer. Over a hundred billion lives, this power of suffering, not even a true divine being could bear it."
Yan Xia did his best.
Over the years, he had been relocating the lives on the Federal border.
But there were just too many.
It was in the hundreds of billions!
Even after relocating for so long, there were still over 200 billion left. Of these, several tens of billions escaped, leaving over a hundred billion.
This was a number beyond his control. As the leader of the Federation, his vision was so broad that he saw the entire star domain. He couldn't save those few.
War.
Yan Xia increasingly felt his own powerlessness.
And it made him even more determined.
"The Federation needs to be stronger!"
This wasn't the first time he had said this, nor would it be the last.
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