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Everest

A torn roar came from a distance.

The huge ice layer slid from the dark peaks and fell into the surging sea.

The tyrannical sea of ​​ice surging, surging like it continued to the end of the world. Then, wind blew at the end of the world, mixed with the smell of ashes and dust.

The world suddenly became so narrow.

The towering sky seemed to have been pressed down and turned into pure white iron. Through the huge cracks above, you can see the gradually dimming and extinguishing stars in the universe.

It's like lights melting into the darkness after losing power.

There seemed to be nothing between the vast world, and the last thing left was the tallest narrow platform in the world, and the temporary work cabin.

A fishing rod was raised from the edge of the platform and threw the fishing line into the sea. The float was rising and falling in the turbid sea water.

The bored angler is lying in his folding chair with a felt hat.

It seemed like he was passing the time, and he even brought a chessboard that had been a bit old, ignoring the loud noises that kept cracking in the distance, and casually fiddling with the chess pieces on it.

It seems that after a long period of time, the chess pieces on both black and white sides are already difficult to gather together, and the "human population has withered", and the remaining "kings" and "bishop" have become incomplete, with cracks spreading under the weathering of time.

Even the chessboard lacks a large corner, and the black and white grids are twisted and mixed together, forming a large chaotic gray.

But what is surprising is that no matter how the earth shakes, the chess pieces always stand firmly on their own territory without any slightest wavering.

"President, NASA has sent a message-"

The assistant with heavy glasses walked out of the cabin and carried the last luggage: "——The fourth settlement has been completed, the New York Stock Exchange has uploaded it, they are about to evacuate, saying that we wish our work smoothly."

"It's time to get out of here."

The president shook his head unhappily: "Those guys in the governing bureau are really troublesome. They always procrastinate and move around are not easy."

"You need to save the backup. After the fall of 'Paradise', the data can only be transferred by the hard drive."

"Don't be stupid, kid." The president scoffed: "Those guys just like to enjoy the feeling of stomping bells, as if they are so professional and punctual. Tsk, there will be no death if you are ten minutes early."

“Ah haha.”

The assistant smiled awkwardly and said nothing. After leaning over, he saw the computer thrown next to the chessboard. Apart from the two pages that just searched for "How to Fish in Himalaya", there was only a real-time satellite cloud map left on the screen.

The satellites from the old NASA are still tenaciously maintaining their mission and meticulously transmitting the pictures overlooking from space.

Unfortunately, the beautiful stars on the screen are no longer the past, but are full of holes.

Countless messy cyclones covered the entire blue, and under the thick or thin typhoon clouds, what was revealed was shocking burns.

At the same time, a huge crack slowly emerged on the self-satellite map, and a line of red spread from a huge scale of thousands of kilometers, extending rapidly, pulling the surrounding yellow continents and black and gray oceans, and finally tilting a hurricane, tearing open another hole in the atmosphere.

"Is that an earthquake?"

The assistant sighed in surprise and leaned over, "It's so amazing. I didn't expect it to be so spectacular."

The president looked up and immediately realized: "It was the geothermal heat that broke out. After the earth's core began to cool down, the third wave of oscillation was being released from the mainland plates of North and South America. If you leave it alone, it will end in about sixty years... Look, New York is trapped in the sea."

"What a pity, I haven't seen Liberty yet."

“I’ve been there.”

The president withdrew his gaze, "It's actually not interesting..."

A roar suddenly came from afar, and some light seemed to be lit in the depths of the ocean, and the red red rolled in the pitch black, reflecting the painful burning light from under the crust.

The burning wind blew from the end of the sea, wrapped in gray dust and white mist, as if it had covered the whole world.

It's like the whole world is boiled by sea water.

"It's really similar to Teppanyaki." The president suddenly said.

"Um?"

"Teppanyaki, didn't you take you to eat last time? It tastes very good."

The president seemed to be sleepy, lying on a chair, covering his face with a hat, as if he was about to sleep, and his voice was soft and murmur: "In the past, a friend from Yingzhou told me that teppanyaki was actually divided into Kanto and Kansai. Everyone usually eats Kansai, which is easy to deal with and simple, but the real beauty is the flavor of Kansai.

Because it only applies a very thin layer of oil to the iron plate at the beginning. As long as the temperature is sufficient, the oil of the ingredients itself can be cooked. It is said that in this way, the ingredients can be tasted natural and delicious..."

The assistant was silent for a moment, "It sounds so cruel."

"Yes, but aren't humans such cruel creatures themselves?" the president asked, "If you can live with food, you will eat. This is the simplest truth, the evil rooted in human nature.

At first, we swallowed thunder and fire, burned the wilderness, dug coal mines, and then extracted oil. If there was insufficient oil, we covet fission... Then, even if the world was about to die, we would not let go.

It was out of control long before our ancestors put Neanderthals into the recipe.”

The assistant turned around and looked at the man on the recliner, but he couldn't see his face clearly through his hat. He couldn't tell whether the person's eyes were compassion, the ridicule and mockery he had known in the past.

In the long silence, the sky became darker and darker. The originally pure white sky gradually became darker. Until the end, the illusion light after the clouds gradually contracted and dissipated...

"Is the sun almost extinguished?"

"Yes, the power of the Pillars of Source Matter is beginning to close."

"The storm is blowing again."

"kindness."

"Will you stop this time?"

"Who knows?" The president slowly stood up and put his hat on his head again. "No matter how it changes, this is not a land where humans can survive... Haven't you seen it? It has nothing except this pain."

He paused and murmured softly: "This is our last supper."

The last cigarette was lit.

The fire is gone, and a thread of blue smoke rises.

On the computer screen, all the satellite signals representing them gradually fade away, replaced by one strange emblem after another. They run on the dark screen, as if the gods are running on their own abyss, with indescribable coldness and majesty.

Ideal Country, online.

The expiration hospital is online.

The bureau is in charge and is online.

Stone Cauldron Society, Bronze Hand, Graveyard of the Returned...

Through the black screen and its own emblem, countless eyes seemed to be on this last land, welcoming the arrival of the final moment.

All the guests have entered the seat, waiting for the final curtain to be unveiled.

Staring at the broken chessboard.

The assistant swallowed nervously and looked at the pocket watch in his hand carefully. At the moment when the needle and minute needle overlapped, he looked up like an electric shock and reported: "The pillar of divine marrow has been warmed up."

"……etc!"

The president suddenly frowned, as if he was listening.

Not just assistants, but the emblems on the screen seem to become serious, as if they are facing a great enemy.

Immediately afterwards, the guy suddenly reached out and pulled the fishing rod up. Something really pulled up from the sea. It looked furry, like a cat, but it had a fish-like tail, which was indescribable.

"Ah, after waiting for two hours, there are still results. Who said Qiandu Encyclopedia is unreliable?" The president smiled and looked at his 'harvest': "It's really destined to be a little thing! But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a fish, can you eat it?"

“…”

Everyone was silent and didn't say anything.

I don't really want to pay attention to him.

The little thing opened his mouth and screamed unhappily, stretched out his two small front paws to scratch his face, but he stuffed it into the fish basket.

After returning to the sea, it settled down and turned over, too lazy to move.

"Okay." The president stuffed the fishing rod and bucket into his assistant's arms, carried his chair, "Get ready to leave."

He reached out and took off the white chariot from the chessboard.

With his movements, it seemed as if the last light had gone out.

The sun hanging high outside the sky has lost its trace.

Everything in the world is trapped in darkness.

After the light was not visible, no sound of the wind could be heard, because except for them, everything came to an abrupt end, as if time had frozen for it.

The first thing that left was the universe. Because a slender and slender palm came from nowhere, the black queen was taken off - the ideal country removed the base of star matter - so the original darkness faded away, and countless stars disappeared, leaving only a meaningless void.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining ocean was removed. The House of Survival moved away the proof of existence, and the black bishop disappeared without a trace. Whether it was the surging tsunami or the boiling red sea, all living water in this world was rapidly declining and collapsed, and in the end, only a dark sea bed was left.

Then, the white bishop's illusion melted like an illusion, and the governing bureau closed the glorious light, so everything was quiet, the roaring crust fell into silence, and the lava gushing out of the cracks quickly solidified, losing all the heat...

Today, Asia, Europe, Africa, South America, North America; barren land, tyrannical oceans, cold or hot hurricanes, or above the sky... everything is being destroyed in an orderly manner.

Only the deep and sad cry of the collapse of the world remained.

It was like the strings broke one by one, and in the end, only empty echoes were left.

In this huge and lonely destruction, Old Gaia Earth VIII ushered in his own ending.
To be continued...