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[Ten Thousand Worlds + Doomsday + The Strongest Backstage + Chinese Civilization] "Elders, I am a Chinese young man who has no choice but to travel to the end of the world." "This world has experienced nuclear war and strange viruses, which have caused collective mutation of all living things in the world, leaving only a few human beings hanging on." Cheng Mo traveled to the doomsday world and became one of the few survivors. There is no power, no background, only a family letter system that can contact the Chinese civilization on all planes! This news shocked everyone from all walks of life, and all planes sent resources.

I am a top student with a score of 698 in the college entrance examination, and my future is limitless. Are you telling me that I am Tiga? Plasma sparks exploded into galaxies at the fingertips, Lorentz transformation was used to calculate ballistics, and Maxwell's equations were used to shatter the gravitational cage of the mechanical army. When the interstellar tyrant's annihilation cannon penetrated the ozone layer, the boy stepped on the quantum wave to crush the meteorite rain, and the wings of light spread out behind him like a hundred thousand stars burning: "There is no such thing as 'surrender' in human problem-solving steps!" What Jianfeng pointed to were all passionate answers to the survival of civilization!

Whenever the northern swallows fly south, the autumn leaves spread all over the earth, and the winter snow falls quietly. It was a change, a rise and fall. Every era has its prosperity and its loneliness. There is his heroic spirit, and there are also times of desolation and desolation. This is history. It can write about the lives of ordinary people and record the changes of dynasties. Our country has five thousand years of history, sixty dynasties have changed, and four hundred and ninety-four emperors have composed the magnificent history of our country. How do I record this different Chinese history when I accidentally traveled to a different world?

The entropy core game between machinery and singing is tearing apart the boundary between virtuality and reality! When the darkness and light of the entropy core resonate at the same frequency, how much memory are you willing to trade for the echo of civilization?