This is not the trolley problem, it is the optimal solution.

Yes.This is the optimal solution.

As long as you become a god, everything can be reversed.

The dead can be brought back to life, and tragedies can be undone.

Even things like erasing the existence of "variants" can be easily done.

But.

But.

Jiang Yao couldn't stop crying.

The corners of his mouth kept rising.smile.

"good."

He walked over and hugged Qin Wuwei.

Qin Wuwei is obsessed with cleanliness.

Qin Wuwei is not used to physical contact with people.

But Qin Wuwei took the initiative to open his arms towards him and hug him.

Jiang Yao couldn't bear it anymore.He hugged the pale and handsome man tightly and burst into tears.

"Don't cry, Jiang Yao."

It seems that have heard countless sentences and comforted countless times.

That "don't cry".

The same tenderness, the same firmness.

But this time it was from Qin Wuwei's mouth.

"Don't cry, Jiang Yao."

Qin Wuwei smiled and patted his head.

"We'll see each other again."

"……Um!"

Jiang Yao burst into tears.

...

Jiang Yao saw a tower.

That was the tower he had seen through ten years of shared vision, looking up at the sky.

"Broken Tower".

The tower was covered in blood.So much and so thick blood has been solidified into dark red by the years.

The huge black tower was broken from the middle.I don't know where the spire fell, or it may have been completely shattered.It was nowhere to be found anymore.

Jiang Yao stood at the entrance of the tower and saw a door.

Countless black thorns wrapped around the body of the tower and spread inward along the open gate.

As if some kind of guidance, but also like a harbinger of some kind of painful struggle.

Jiang Yao walked towards the Broken Tower.

The interior of the tower is already in ruins.

The old statues were smashed and fell to the ground in a mess, the original image could no longer be seen.

The green moss adhered wetly, making the inside of the tower glow like a jewel.

Numerous stone pillars fell apart, and large pieces fell to the ground.

Jiang Yao saw the pair of shoes under a huge toppled stone pillar.

Pure white ballet shoes.

He walked over, bent down, and picked up his ballet slippers.Put it back on the broken pillar.

He found more lost items in the broken tower ruins.

A pair of black-rimmed glasses, which my father always wears when reading paper papers.

A potted dill plant was once placed on a bright and airy window sill.A breeze blows through the white curtains, and the curtains will blow over the potted plants.Gentleness and integrity is what makes people feel at ease and let go of their defenses.

There is also an unfinished graduation thesis, a thick waterproof plastic bag for fish, an anime mouse pad in the shape of exaggerated chest muscles, and a container of frozen fresh beef and mutton...

Andre's blood-stained combat uniform, Qin Wugou's Dabai protective clothing.

There is also Ivan's unfinished barbecue and unfinished love affairs.

And much more...

"Sequence 766 · Strength Enhancement"

"Sequence 694 Aiming Enhancement"

"Sequence 586 Megalith"

"Sequence 573 Wide Angle"

"Sequence 486 Self-sniping"

"Sequence 423 Transformation"

...

Countless talents, countless acquired talents that have not been obtained, faint but warm light poured into Jiang Yao's body like a vast galaxy.

Every step Jiang Yao took was walking on black thorns.

The black thorns are covered with iron thorns.His skin was pierced and his flesh was hooked off.Every step he took was bloody and painful.

However, there seemed to be countless gentle and firm hands behind him, supporting and lifting him when he was about to fall countless times.

support him.

Support him step by step, slowly and firmly, up the steps.

The turquoise mossy stone steps were once soaked with thick blood.The stone steps have turned dark red.

The black thorns are densely entangled like a snake, crawling eagerly, more like guidance and companionship than harm.

Accompany Jiang Yao all the way.

The black thorns were full of blood, and suddenly a flower bloomed.

Immediately afterwards, the second flower, the third flower...

The cold and damp broken tower, the steps covered with thick moss, suddenly blow like a spring breeze.

The gentle and humid monsoon swept away the oppressive haze, and the old and cold blood gradually faded away.

There are lights rising from countless corners.

One after another, so small and so faint, like fireflies.

Countless little fireflies gathered together, illuminating the dark and desperate Broken Tower.

The sky finally officially rose.

Descended from the top of the broken tower.

Jiang Yao was entangled and accompanied by black thorns, and flowers bloomed one after another beside him.

He walked up step by step.

Slow and firm until you reach the end of the steps.

The end of the broken tower.

Qin Wuwei stood on the last step and reached out his hand.

"Come. Jiang Yao. Come."

"The reign of a martyr begins at the moment of his death, and the reign of a tyrant ends at the moment of his death."

Qin Wuwei said.

Jiang Yao raised his head and looked up at this good teacher and best friend.

"Jiang Yao, become a god."

Pale and strong hands, light from the zenith.

"Go Jiang Yao. Don't be afraid."

Another voice, gentle and quiet, sounded from the bottom of my heart.

"I always."

Jiang Yao smiled and blinked.The last tear rolled down his cheek.

Jiang Yao held Qin Wuwei's hand and stepped onto the last step.

——"Sequence 001 · Moment".

A moment of magic.

A moment in a thousand worlds.

Here - come!

In an instant, the tower shook!

The Broken Tower shook violently like an earthquake, and the black thorns swam away, quickly entangled the inside and outside of the Broken Tower.

Countless flowers bloom one after another, and the warm and fragrant vitality is like a feast for the god of spring, sweeping away the gloom, coldness, pain and despair.

Black thorns entwine the broken tower tightly, and broken bricks and tiles covered with moss fall from the sky.

The broken tower completely collapsed.

A new tower rises from the ruins.

"The Tower of the Crown of Thorns".

Born from the torment of flesh and blood, entwined with black iron thorns.

Countless gorgeous flowers bloom from the thorns and pain, vigorous and full of vitality!

Under the splendid and majestic blue sky, the Tower of the Crown of Thorns is slowly rising!

The only tower of gods, the power above all existence in the world!

Warm and bright light that diffuses instantly.Instantly dispels all haze.

Black balls, pollution, devastated land.

Humans, animals, corpses of dead mutants.

Young gods are born out of suffering.Shed his first and last tear.

"I heard your prayer."

God said.

"The happy ending like a fairy tale, I will realize it."

A brilliant god, spreading his power to the whole world.

Spread out to all worlds.

Sweep away all the haze, despair.

All the pain and unwillingness.

A new order has come since then.

The brand-new countless world lines, since then in the warm and bright light——

Rebirth.

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The reign of a martyr begins at the moment of his death, and the reign of a tyrant ends at the moment of his death.——Danish philosopher of religion Kirkegod. S.