In the World of Great Harmony, People Are Not Good at Words, so They Speak with a Hammer

In 2040, you say everything is fine, but why don't humans know what to do with their lives? In the seventh year of the results of controllable nuclear fusion, energy will be free, factories will be fully automated, bases will be built on the moon, flags will be planted on Mars, and mines in the asteroid belt will be mined at will. The Datong society that has been written about in textbooks for two hundred years has just happened to a generation of people. Currency? Canceled. Work? Do it or not. House, car bills? You can have it if you want it, or you can have it if you don't want it. Humanity has spent five thousand years solving the problem of "how to survive", but it turns out that no one has thought about "what to do after surviving". Philosophers say this is the throes of civilization. Sociologists say these are transitional pains. The common people say - it doesn't matter what pain it is, as long as you are idle, you are still idle. Some people keep electronic maids and chat until three in the morning, some people practice archery on the moon against the craters, and some people fall in love with girls from three continents. Then, "World Online" came. A game that puts the entire planet in your head. There are swords, there is magic, there are endless battles to fight, and there are endless battles for fame. This year, countless confused souls have poured into the virtual world, trying to find things there that have disappeared in reality - meaning, victory and defeat, glory, and that feeling of racing heart. This year, at the Lunar South Pole Outpost C-7, a stuttering young man who only knew how to blacksmith took up a hammer on the Freljord ice sheet. He doesn't have much to say. He just wanted people to know that there was a man named Chen Haikun who came to this world.