I Can Meet with Dead Scientists

Chapter 423 - 216: Particle’s Love (10,000-word update!!!)_4

If the world is nearing destruction, the final gathering would be held here, and then everyone would "ascend" together.

The apocalypse is now upon us.

Some companions couldn’t make it due to the end of their lifespans, but the remaining particles have all arrived as expected.

The same old saying.

Perhaps, from a macroscopic perspective, this seems tragic, but for these particles, it is their destiny.

Rumble—

An additional 0.55X10^-13 seconds passed.

The earth trembled once more.

In the far distance, a massive segment of the electron layer "sky," composed of magnetic quanta, suddenly collapsed heavily.

This is the behavior displayed when a world in rapid motion experiences a special external force.

It’s like when humans speed without any protective measures, their facial skin would adhere tightly to the skeletal structure.

At the same time, this also signals....

The impending rupture of the world’s "membrane."

Seeing this situation.

The atmosphere on the lawn became significantly more somber.

After all, when certain events truly occur, even with previous anticipation, those who can remain indifferent are few and far between.

Watching the sky, seemingly ready to collapse at any moment, Little Fatty suddenly said:

"4396, do you think we will have a next life?"

was slightly taken aback, surprised:

"Next life?"

Little Fatty nodded, eyes flashing with confusion:

"Our bodies are imprinted with endless information since ancient times, and our mission is to transmit them. This is a principle understood by all particles from birth."

"Then what about the receivers? Who are they?"

"So I often ponder, what is the scene like outside our world?"

Speaking of which, Little Fatty pointed in a certain direction, where a faint tower could be seen:

"Once in that tower, I met an elderly Proton who loved composing poetry. He told me he originally came from a proton stream in the universe."

"He has witnessed countless reconfigurations of atoms, lasting for billions of years up to now, epitomizing immortality."

"And, once upon a time, he too emerged from the decay of a super particle."

"We decayed into protons, so what about the other dissipated materials?"

"Could they carry our consciousness, drifting through the universe for countless ages, or perhaps forming other... life forms?"

Upon saying this.

Little Fatty suddenly came up with an idea, turned around, and excitedly asked the surrounding companions:

"Hey, everyone, if we have a next life, what do you wish to become?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his belly, muttering:

"If there’s a next life, I wish to become a lepton, so that they won’t mock me for being fat anymore."

The girl with long black hair nearby, upon hearing this, said:

"I hope I can become a gluon."

Little Fatty was taken aback:

"A gluon? Why?"

The girl shook her head without speaking.

Another boy said:

"I want to become a neutron, that way I could live a really long time."

Everyone spoke in turn like this, and then Little Fatty looked at 4396:

"And what about you, 4396?"

was silent for a moment, stretching out his hand, trying to pick up a blade of grass.

Yet what awaited him was still the void at his fingertips:

His fingers passed through the grass, as if existing in a disjointed space-time.

Then he waved his hand towards Little Fatty, smiling bitterly:

"If there’s a next life, I just hope to have a tangible body, at least... not being a ghost any longer."

Little Fatty’s expression froze on his face.

He glanced at the grass on the ground, letting out a deep sigh.

Just as 4396 had described.

He didn’t know where he came from, nor where he was headed.

Since realizing he couldn’t touch things, his obsession had been singular:

He wasn’t afraid of dying; he just wanted to prove he had existed.

Unfortunately...

As the end of the world approached, he still couldn’t fulfill his obsession.

As for being observed in the outer nuclear world, that was even more out of the question:

Although unaware of the specific reason, he was sure that his race had never had their trajectory detected since inception.

After all, flickering... leaves no traces.

During the conversation.

Bang—

The ultra-fast moving lead atomic nucleus finally crashed hard into a target.

As a result.

The distant sky finally shattered completely, bursting into countless fragments.

In the eyes of these particles.

Beyond the sky now, a series of personal trajectories were filling the space, carrying the breath of their ancestors.

They had only one task:

To follow along these paths and descend into the target with perfect poise, utilizing every effort to record their information.

Little Fatty was the first to take flight.

Seen soaring skyward, the rotund composite boson ascended like a balloon toward the space beyond the sky.

He waved vigorously at the ground particles, saying while flying:

"Goodbye, my friends!"

6.2X10^-14 seconds later.

The cold Double Charm Quark Baryon soared into the sky.

She said nothing, merely waving at the particles below.

Yet, just when she had barely begun her flight.

On the lawn, a small gluon suddenly mustered the courage, stepping forward and dashing into the sky:

"Cancan, wait for me! I like you!"

The originally cool face of the Double Charm Quark Baryon instantly lit up with joy, her mouth curving into a smile:

"Fool, you mention this now....."

Finally, under the gaze of many particles.

The gluon caught up to the Double Charm Quark Baryon, hand-in-hand, flying beyond the sky.

A deep envy flashed through 4396’s eyes.

Then he turned his head, discovering that 4685’s gaze was focused elsewhere.