Genius Club-Chapter 1000 - 58: The Best of Times (Extra for monthly votes!)_2
Chapter 1000 -58: The Best of Times (Extra chapter for monthly votes!)_2
What should that be like?
He yawned.
He had been busy running around all day today and was indeed a bit tired.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter when you fill in the answer for this question from the Genius Club, it might be better to take it easy for now and think about it for a few more days before responding.
“Better explore The Seventh Dreamland first.”
Lin Xian got up and headed to the bathroom:
“Compared to the answer to the last question of the Genius Club, my death crisis on July 7th is more pressing; if I could find some clues in The Seventh Dreamland, I could safely survive that day.”
“By the way… if I can find the source of Yan Qiaoqiao’s regained memory, that would solve the issue once and for all.”
“I’ll think about the answer to this third question tomorrow. After all, it is a subjective question, inherently there is no correct answer.”
Although he knew that he could probably write anything and still not affect his eligibility to join the Genius Club,
Lin Xian still planned to be a bit more cautious.
Moreover…
This answer is indeed very important to him.
So far, there have been only three driving forces motivating him to join the Genius Club—
1. Uncover the truth about Millennium Stakes and bring Chu Anqing back.
2. Understand a series of mysteries and clarify what the purpose of the Genius Club really is.
3. Seek revenge, find Copernicus, and fulfill the promise to Angelica to help find the murderer of Ji Lin’s parents.
These are all near-term goals.
There’s no long-term planning.
From his previous discussion with Liu Feng… Lin Xian also wanted to find the most perfect future world line and steer the curvature of time and space in that direction.
Before that,
it was indeed necessary to figure out what kind of future would be considered the best.
“Hopefully… the world in The Seventh Dreamland will not turn out worse than The Sixth Dreamland.”
Brushing his teeth.
Looking at himself in the Mirror with a mouth full of toothpaste, Lin Xian felt somewhat helpless.
Every time he tried to improve the future world.
It almost always backfires, making life in the future world even worse.
This was exemplified through Big Face Cat.
Initially, Big Face Cat had a home.
But on the way to The Seventh Dreamland.
The house was gone, the sister-in-law was gone, the little brother was gone, even the clothes to cover his body were gone… leaving only a piece of rag.
“It can’t get any worse, right?”
Lin Xian rinsed his mouth, spat out the toothpaste foam, and prayed for Brother Lian:
“Things will take a turn for the better, Brother Lian has already hit rock bottom, it should rebound this time.”
Drying his face.
Carrying the expectation for The Seventh Dreamland and blessings for Big Face Cat, Lin Xian rolled into bed, closed his eyes, and entered the dream realm.
…
…
Huh…
A long-missed summer breeze came along.
The nose was filled with the fragrance of soil and the pleasant scent of green leaves.
The ears were filled with loud cicada sounds and bird calls from around.
Nice.
Lin Xian hadn’t opened his eyes.
But he could feel that, at the very least, it was a peaceful era.
Taking a deep breath of peaceful air.
Lin Xian opened his eyes—
“Eh? Ah?”
As far as he could see, Lin Xian found himself in the middle of a vast paddy field.
The rice grew well, tidy and dense, obviously cultivated on a large scale.
The reason Lin Xian made a noise…
Was because the moment he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar old friend standing in front of him! And the other party was also surprised to see Lin Xian suddenly appear:
“What’s bothering you?”
It was a tall foreigner with a goatee, yet wearing a vest and a straw hat, presenting a mix of styles.
But Lin Xian, seeing his clear and simple eyes, immediately recognized who he was:
“Smith! Big Wronged Soul!”
“Shift!”
The foreigner spit:
“You’re the big wronged soul! Your whole family are big wronged souls!”
He spoke fluent Chinese, which made Lin Xian feel out of place, like watching a dubbed movie:
“So you’re Smith, right?”
“Right, that’s me.”
Smith picked his nose:
“Who are you!”
…
Lin Xian was speechless, not knowing how to communicate with Smith properly.
His accent and grammar were too chaotic.
Sometimes it was Northeastern dialect, sometimes Henan dialect, and occasionally some jumbled English. Who had taught him?
“Speak!”
Smith got anxious, stepped back, and pointed a sickle at Lin Xian:
“Don’t think I’m a Mr. Nice Guy, I’m a tough guy!”
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“Alright, alright.”
Lin Xian raised his hand to stop him:
“Enough, Smith, your Chinese is very good, even too good, but take a break.”
Stepping out of the paddy field.
Lin Xian stepped onto the adjacent mud road, stomped his feet, and looked around.
Hmm…
About two kilometers away, he could see a village, which must be a residential area.
Overall, although it was still unclear what worldview The Seventh Dreamland holds,
At least Smith can peacefully farm here, which indicates this world isn’t bad, not to say that it’s entirely prosperous and peaceful, but at least everyone is self-sufficient with food to eat, unlike the slave society in The Sixth Dreamland.
But two kilometers is too far.
Instead of running there to understand the worldview, it might be better to interact with Smith here.
Although his Chinese is mixed with accents from various regions and provinces… at least it’s all Chinese, Lin Xian could understand.
Moreover, there’s no guarantee of finding acquaintances even if he ran to the village.
