Genius Club

Chapter 1342: Chapter 26 Life_2

Lin Xian speculated.

From the moment the first Millennium Stake was driven in.

This world, this space-time, became the version he was familiar with.

As for dreaming about the Future World... Lin Xian thought it was highly likely.

The only way to verify it would be to enter a dream at midnight tonight.

His mind was chaotic right now.

From the broader perspective, he had figured out many truths about the Millennium Stakes:

1. The Millennium Stakes are indeed used to lock history; once history is locked, it triggers the corresponding Space-time Law, causing Space-Time Exclusion.

2. The Millennium Stakes are indeed "man-made." Although it’s unknown what kind of "person" could do this, space-time particles won’t appear out of thin air, nor will they target someone for no reason.

3. The choice of the Millennium Stakes seems to follow a pattern, yet it doesn’t seem to matter who; at least from the space-time particles’ trajectory just now, the primary target of the Millennium Stake wasn’t CC... it was him.

These three facts are all verified truths.

But beyond that.

There are three unanswered questions —

[1. Who exactly drove in the Millennium Stakes, and what was the purpose of doing so?]

[2. Where did the suddenly appearing space-time particles come from? Why did they appear exactly at this moment?]

[3. If CC hadn’t pushed him away and that space-time particle hit him, what would have happened?]

The first two questions, for the time being, had no thoughts in his mind.

But the third question...

It was evident.

From the beginning, that space-time particle was coming at him.

If hit by that space-time particle, he would most likely have become the human to dissipate at the Millennium Stake.

"So... it was CC who saved me."

Lin Xian clenched his fists:

"CC blocked the space-time particle for me and became the Millennium Stake in my place."

He stopped walking.

Lifted his head, watching the moon slowly rise in the sky.

This was a closed loop in everything.

Everything is both a beginning and an end; it’s both a cause and an effect.

Even his travel back to 1952 was the same.

Previously.

He and Liu Feng discussed the world line model, which in simple terms is like the structure of a big tree; one trunk can split into thousands, millions, even billions of branches... these are the various world lines of different space-time curvatures.

Without a doubt.

[The space-time and history before November 2, 1952, was this trunk spawning countless branches.]

Even if he didn’t travel back to 1952, it wouldn’t affect the development of space-time toward a divergent direction.

Because...

He was just one of the billions of branches, just one of the billions of Lin Xians.

On these billions of world lines, as long as any Lin Xian travels back to 1952, the same historical closed loop would be triggered, promoting the formation of the Millennium Stake and locking history from that moment.

The trunk only needs one.

As for the branches, it doesn’t matter how many break, wither, or disappear.

The detailed deduction can wait until he’s learned more truths and returned to the year 2234 to consider.

But now, Lin Xian had already made up his mind.

No matter who drove in the Millennium Stakes or what the purpose was...

He would uncover the truth!

Uproot everything!

Save all the Millennium Stake girls!

Boom...

With the last firework blooming in the Brooklyn night sky, the fireworks show finally ended after lasting more than ten minutes, and calm returned to the city.

The bustling noise of the city became distinct again, with laughter and fighting sounds coming from the nearby alley:

"Little Johnny! Is stealing so little money today your way of getting yourself beaten to death?"

"Sorry, sir, today was really... ah!!"

The child’s scream caught Lin Xian’s attention.

He looked around.

Completely unsure of where he had wandered to.

This place... should be in the area between Brooklyn Heights and the slums.

It seemed, everywhere in Brooklyn at night was tumultuous, with bullying everywhere.

He shoved his hands into his pockets.

His left hand felt the white square gift box in his coat pocket that contained the watch worth 20 US dollars.

It was a gift watch CC bought for him with her entire savings, not willing to spend those 20 US dollars for years.

He was reluctant to wear it, feeling that the watch was very heavy, heavier than his wrist could bear.

Tomorrow would be the start of daylight saving time.

Mi Country’s daylight saving time ends on the first Sunday of November.

This piece of knowledge... he would probably never forget.

Meanwhile.

The sound of the beating in the alley grew louder.

Apparently, a few adult men were beating a teenage boy, who was begging and screaming, very pitiful.

Normally, Lin Xian wouldn’t bother with such matters.

But he couldn’t help thinking...

CC had wandered the streets in past years.

Did anyone ever bully her?

Once the thought popped up, he couldn’t just ignore these things; nowadays, every child wandering in Brooklyn seemed to carry CC’s shadow in his eyes.

He walked toward the dark alley from which the screams emanated.

Turning a corner, he saw three black men laughing and kicking at a boy on the ground who was huddling and begging for mercy.

The boy had yellow skin, black hair; his English was not very standard, with a noticeable Chinese accent, sounding awkward.

He was probably a Chinese descendant.

Lin Xian noticed that this boy called "Little Johnny" was dressed in tattered clothes, looking like rags; his mouth corner and arm had already been kicked into wounds, blood seeping out... yet he dared not resist at all, curling up like a hamster with dirty footprints all over his back.

"Sorry... sorry... sorry..."