The rain will not stop, just as history will not stop, it will always move forward. Anyone living in the times is destined to get caught in the rain, because it is difficult for people to live outside of the times.

E-Tran has been in decline since the College War and was forced to become a buffer zone for the Federation to suppress Thebite. William III ascended the throne during this period. He wanted to reform and restore glory, but when he looked at the corrupt parliament and the compromising temple, he could do nothing.

How can one person stop the rain? So the rain in Itlan will not stop. Even as a king, he can’t change anything.

He chose to continue to rain and dance in the rainstorm. People hiding under the eaves thought he was a madman, but he was one of the truly sober people.

He waited for an opportunity in the rainstorm, pretending to be a fool, using tyranny to cover up his true intentions, and finally fired the first shot.

The rain of the times will never stop, and when the raindrops of the times fall on a person, it is a disaster that destroys the world. Harry Smith lost his father in such a disaster, and Achilles, or anyone like Achilles, is the one who holds up an umbrella in this rain of the times.

They did not deny the rain, but just silently held up umbrellas with their hands.

There are many people like this in the world, but they are always ignored.

It was not until the rain stopped and the sky cleared that people remembered their names.

Rain is great weather, isn’t it? It can be gloomy and gray, gentle and comfortable, or violent and angry. A rain contains so many emotions.

I love rainy days.

Speaking of which, it’s raining outside now. I’m so sleepy. It’s time to go to bed…

As usual, thank you for reading this far. Xiaoniao’s performance is much better than the incredible performance of more than 30 yuan a month for subscriptions in the beginning. Although this book is not aimed at commercial purposes, seeing that you all praise my good writing, my confidence has really doubled.

Thank you for reading my book and even reading Volume 6.

This story is super selfish. I didn’t consider at all what everyone likes to watch. For example, Xiao Baihua and Carly had such a good plot, which was so heartbreaking, but I gave up on killing people because I wanted to see a happy ending.

It’s selfish, but I really don’t want to always ruin beautiful things.

My writing method is to use the outline to control the overall situation and rhythm, and to simulate the plot through deduction. In simple terms, it is to directly simulate the personality and consciousness of a group of characters, let them talk to each other, think about how they would speak, and then record it. This is the dialogue.

Let me tell you, Hua Bao is really awesome. There are some characters in the plot that have nothing to do with the main storyline, but sometimes they are saved by her in a moment of thought.

For example, in this volume, Su Yao’s chapter details are marked as [Death of Su Yao], but as the plot develops, Hua Bao reaches the point where he has the ability to save her.

How could I bear to do that?

What is surprising is that Su Yao’s survival also brought unexpectedly good developments to the subsequent plot, including the three recycling of the sentence “Su Yao has always been accurate” from [shooting range] to [dead zone] to [painting]. Wow, that’s awesome.

To sum up with Su Yao’s inner thoughts, Miss Perlis is really a girl who can bring miracles.

This is the fun of writing! When writing, everyone feels alive, so I never believe that a truly talented writer would stop writing because “no one reads”. Please, writing itself is a very interesting thing!

It’s really beautiful.

I’d like to take this opportunity to tell you that “Pure White Fireworks” will be completed in late May to early June. After that, the new book will be released along with the summer writing contest. Flowey x Carly will still have roles in the new book (once again to confirm that neither of them will be killed in the ending).

I have a selfish request… I hope that after the new book is released, everyone can read it more in the early stage, collect it, etc.

Xiao Niao actually wants to make a living from writing, because I really like it and want to write for the rest of my life. The performance of Hua Bao’s book is better than expected, but it is not good enough to support myself full-time, let alone my family.

I hope my new book can do well. I’m a junior now and will graduate in a year. If I don’t get good results before then, my sense of responsibility will make it difficult for me to concentrate on writing, and I will have to study hard for my major.

Alas, it feels really tiring and it’s a rather anxious thing. But when I think about being able to write Huabao’s story again when I get home from get out of class tomorrow, I become happy again.

Anyway, that’s about it. I hope you will support and read my works. I have no way to repay you, so I can only promise to give you more awesome writings in the future.

There is no such thing as tanking. I don’t even know how to tank.

That’s all for now, everyone. Eat well, live well, talk more with the people you love, and you are also welcome to come to the book club to chat with me and give me suggestions. I am a frequent visitor to the group.

Flower Gate——!

The Babel

“Until that tower is high enough, they can’t learn to cooperate; without being enveloped by shadows, they’ll think the sunlight is free.”

—Laplace von Valantia

catastrophe.

In the center of the city, drilling rigs hundreds of meters high were destroyed in an instant, and a strong stream of powerful factors sprayed into the sky. That was the blood of civilization.

At the moment the disaster began, people thought it was just an accident.

Amid gushing fire and billowing smoke, the joint fire brigade rushed to the scene as quickly as possible, trying to put out the fire that lasted for more than a hundred years.

It was not until the giant tore through the rain of fire and broke through the black smoke, and when the purest darkness fell to the earth, that they realized it was too late.

“boom!”

The ground broke as crisply as biscuits, and strata far higher than the tallest buildings in the city were uprooted. Between the terrifying terrain differences, torrents of magma gushed out and landed between the buildings like the blood and tears of civilization.

Then, pitch-black tentacles tore open the earth, and darkness poured out. The army of the Federation could not even find a target to attack, and was completely destroyed.

Mushroom clouds bloomed over the city’s skyline, but it was all too late – the Great Union’s Dead Hand system only accelerated their process of destruction. At the end of this civilization, they thrust their proud spears at the gods, but it was nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree.

Few people could see the end of this disaster, and they all died before it was over.

Only a few people witnessed the annihilation of the Great Union’s most prosperous metropolis – on an airship flying through the clouds, a silver-eyed boy stood by the window, staring with empty eyes at the dark tentacles tearing apart the building he was moving away from.

His father was there, right up until the very end.

“…”

Behind the young boy, countless people were standing. They had different facial features and were wearing military uniforms of different colors. Their upright postures were matched with hesitant and frightened expressions. At this moment, they were all lost lambs.

The dark tentacles were reaching towards the sky, and screams of surprise kept coming from the radio band. Their airship was not fast enough and they could not escape.

But they tried their best to buy time for the airship where the boy was. Soon, the factor energy jump ring lit up in front of the airship. After the powerful factor potential energy gathered, the outline of the city quickly moved away from the floor-to-ceiling windows and turned into a pure blue.

“We are homeless.” These were the boy’s first words after boarding the spaceship.

He turned his head and looked at those faces with different features. He savored the panic on their faces, followed by a hysterical temper.

They won’t cooperate.

During the five years when the crustal movement gradually intensified, the Commonwealth Parliament voted countless times on the issue of “temporarily shutting down all drilling worldwide”, but it was always rejected by the member states from different parts of the Commonwealth.

In their eyes, drilling is a business, it is blood, it is money and status.

Even though the purified factors are enough for humans to not have to worry about energy issues for the next hundred years, they still demand more.

Then, disaster struck.

The boy wanted to roar, wanted to roar, wanted to pull out the gun at his waist and kill everyone in front of him.

At this moment, a slender figure walked through the crowd, came in front of him, and looked up at him.

It was a young girl. She pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then held the boy’s hand:

“Laplace…” Her voice was very soft.

“I’m fine, Elizabeth,” the boy whispered, “I’m fine.”

His gaze passed over the girl and looked coldly at the people behind him. They were lost lambs, and they didn’t even dare to say a word when facing the boy.

“From today on, you are all members of the Spark Project,” Laplace whispered, “Take off your military ranks. Even if some of you are appointed as Archons, you will still be responsible for the operation of the Ark, starting from the lowest level of work.”

“Cherish this hard-earned opportunity. You should have died down there.”

After Laplace finished speaking, he took another look at the expressions on the lambs’ faces and turned away.

On this day, the calendar of the Great Union stopped forever, and a civilization disappeared behind the Ark.

At the same time, a new civilization slowly unfolded in front of the Ark.

……

Valantia, this surname is an unshakable existence even in the leadership of the [Great Union].

Among all the people with the surname Valantia, Laplace was the most gifted one.

He is a genuine genius, and he has been creating legends since he was born. He published his first paper in the field of factor energy at the age of thirteen, and at the age of twenty-three he has become a candidate for the next councillor of the Union, even surpassing his father at one point.

But he would rather it was his father who boarded the ark instead of him.

“…”

The Ark was flying towards the Island of Fire. The concentration of factor energy above the clouds continued to decrease, and something was gathering downwards.

Laplace was sitting on the bed in the bedroom, holding his head, his silver eyes wide open.

He had envisioned all of this, and he was probably the only one who had predicted this event, but no one listened.

As a scholar, Laplace also had deep attainments in the field of theology. He spent time reading a large number of ancient books, and connected the omens left by the ancestors of the Odin people thousands of years ago with the pulse of the underlying layer, and speculated that something might awaken with the leakage of the factor.

As a scientist, Laplace was told that it might be some unknown geological phenomenon, or even a giant beast moving beneath the earth. As a theologian, Laplace had only one word to describe the existence hidden behind the ancient book:

God.

He agreed with the view of a mystic: the gods in history might just be human beings’ speculations about unknown forces. The storms were classified as dragon kings by the Qilan people, the tsunamis were considered to be the gods of the sea by the United People, and the earthquakes were considered by the Monkar people to be the mother goddess named [Ersa] showing her divine power.

But Laplace really couldn’t imagine what kind of force could create earthquakes of different frequencies around the world and make them become more and more severe.

Laplace has enjoyed the aura of genius since he was a child, but he could not find out the truth that caused this phenomenon. He commissioned his father several times to stop the mining of factor energy drilling, but was rejected by the Federation Council again and again, and he was powerless to say anything. After all, he really couldn’t come up with a decent conclusion.

Before the earthquake, he was the only ant whose antennae were vibrating.

Ant, he is an ant, not a genius.

“…”

Laplace covered his face and cried, he couldn’t imagine that everything he had was left behind forever. According to the Fire Plan, he would become a pioneer and die on the road of pioneering.

He didn’t want to die. Even if he died, he hoped to die in the laboratory and face the truth of this world.

As he continued to cry, the door opened. Elizabeth carefully looked at Laplace’s profile illuminated by a beam of light and spoke softly:

“How are you?”

Extra) Tower of Babel (Part 2)

Laplace raised his head, tears streaming down his cheeks, but there was still no expression on his face.

He was always so calm, even when he was crying.

“Elizabeth,” he said, “I won’t give up.”

Elizabeth walked into the room, turned on the light, and sat down next to Laplace. The whistling sound of the spaceship flying through the clouds was muffled, making the room seem very quiet.

“You have lost more than many people,” Elizabeth said softly.

She was Laplace’s student, although they were actually the same age. Although they were students, Laplace could only teach her very little. When doing experiments, Laplace’s crazy desire for control made him have to personally check every step. Elizabeth could only watch and take notes, without much opportunity to practice.

However, Elizabeth is still one of the people closest to Laplace.

She knew Laplace, and for him, some things were more important than the truth.

“Take off your white coat, go to a deserted island to open up new land, and stay away from the starry sky forever.” Laplace murmured.

“It will take about a week to reach the mainland, but the land reclamation may be delayed,” Elizabeth sighed softly, “The short-distance jump allowed us to barely get rid of that… thing, but the ground is now covered by a layer of black fog, so we may not be able to land.”

“Then it will take us longer.”

Laplace stood up and paced around the room. He still had no expression on his face, but his fists were clenched tightly.

“When the fuel runs out, we will crash, or that thing will catch up with us and tear us apart. The amount of factor energy in the high altitude is decreasing sharply. I don’t know what will happen, no…”

Laplace hated things that were out of control.

He would not lose his composure in the laboratory because all the details were under his fingertips and everything was just digital logic that could be foreseen and deduced.

But now, facing the day of judgment without any reason, Laplace found that he knew nothing.

Unknown, everything is unknown, and there is no window for exploration at all.

“…”

Laplace paced back and forth in the room, veins popping out on his hands and fire burning his feet.

He turned his head and looked at Elizabeth’s delicate and pretty face, his silver eyes slightly startled.

The next second, he took two or three steps forward and kissed Elizabeth on her lips.

“Well…”

Elizabeth felt weak and fell onto the bed. Laplace pounced on her like a beast devouring its prey.

The fire in his heart produced steam. He was not a human being but a steam engine. The billowing steam pushed the piston, which kept moving and generated huge amounts of kinetic energy, driving his body and brain in pursuit of the truth.

The kinetic energy continued to gather and then was released in an instant, like a bullet shooting into the uncertain fog ahead.