Before I knew it, it was almost two million words, and before I knew it, "The Fringe World of the Universe" was about to end.

If nothing unexpected happens, June should be over. This also involves many important plots: the stories of parallel and relative universes, the origin of mysterious meteorites, the origin of strange dreams, and the ultimate character hidden behind the scenes. In short, the logic of all things will be completely connected.

I have been writing for nearly two years, but the update speed is not fast, and it is even very slow in the online literature circle.

Especially the updates in the past year are even more ashamed to speak out.

In fact, I am not a lazy person, and I have worked hard, but I have had a lot of ties to it, and I can only do this in the end.

I write very slowly, and I have to write a chapter every day for nearly 4 hours.

I have updated less, especially in the later stages. There are too many things and things that stop updates happen from time to time, which will inevitably affect everyone's enthusiasm for reading.

Therefore, the results of this book have never been good. In addition to the reasons for the unpopular subject matter, the more important thing is my responsibility. I am deeply sorry again.

Fortunately, although I updated slowly, no one would worry about me being eunuch or being unfinished.

Yes, I like this book very much. Although I lacked experience in writing the book for the first time and had many problems, I am indeed full of boxing intentions. In addition to trying my best to write it well, I have ignored other negative emotions.

Basically, in the later stages, I don’t care much about my grades. Even if the rankings drop, the subscriptions drop, and the comment section becomes extremely deserted.

I am not willful or accept my fate. I just want to finish this book!

Of course, I am still sorry to the book friends, and it is indeed updated too slowly.

Fortunately, some book friends have been silently supporting me and encouraging me. In fact, I see the recommendation votes, monthly votes, rewards and comments you voted for me every day. After the completion of "The Fringe World of the Universe", I sincerely want to thank you one by one.

Yes, I'm finally finished writing. Maybe there is a way out from what I first imagined, and many of the articles have been reduced, so the timeline is pulled very quickly. This is a helpless move.

But no matter what, I am deeply delighted to be able to describe a huge world with my own language and writing.

I still want to thank everyone for accompanying you all the way.

I sincerely express my gratitude, thank you very much.

In addition, there may not be any updates today. It is shameless to say this, but because the average sleep is only 3-4 hours in the past few days, the condition is very poor and there are some problems in the body, so I have to ask everyone to understand it.

According to convention, leave notes require some extracurricular knowledge, so today is no exception.

Recommend a book by Ted Jiang, "Breathing: The Destruction of the Universe".

The following reprints part of the final chapter content. Interested friends may wish to check it out. The length is not very long.

Part 7 (final chapter)

But I still have the smallest glimmer of hope.

Although our universe is closed, this may not be the only air chamber outside the infinitely extended wall. I have hope for the existence of another air chamber. Another universe next to us has an even larger capacity. This hypothetical universe may have the same or higher air pressure, but what if their air pressure is lower than us, or is it a vacuum?

The wall that lies between the two universes is so strong that it is impossible to penetrate it. We cannot do this ourselves and cannot discharge the excess air from our cosmic atmosphere to regain kinetic energy. But I fantasize that this neighboring universe has its own inhabitants, whose abilities are above us, and they may be able to create channels in the two universes and then install valves to release air from our universe? They can treat our universe as a gas reservoir, fill their lungs with a distributor, and use our air to promote their civilization.

The air that once provided me with energy may also serve others, and the breath that made me engrave these words may flow through other people's bodies one day. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel excited. I did not deceive myself and think that this means rebirth for me, because I am not only air, but various states that air presents all the time, but my state, the state of the world I live in, will be annihilated.

But I have a slight slight hope: the inhabitants of other universes not only use our universe to call a gas reservoir, but once they use up all the air in it, one day they may really open up channels to explore our universe, they may walk through our streets, look at our still bodies, examine everything about us, and think about how we live.

This is why I wrote this narrative. I hope you are one of the explorers. I hope you can find these copper papers and decrypt the engraved words on them. Whether your brain is like mine is driven by air, while reading these words, your state of thought has reproduced my situation at that time. In this sense, I am reborn through you.

You explorers will discover and read other books left behind by our imagination, and through your imagination, our civilization is reborn. You pass through our quiet neighborhoods and imagine them as they were. The towers ring the bells, and outside the supply station is bustling with chatty neighbors. In the square, the Noticeist recites the Psalm: In the classroom, the anatomist's concentrated speech, and the next time, when you look at the frozen world around you, visualize it in your imagination, so that it will become vivid and vivid again in your mind.

Explorer, wish you good luck, but I wonder: Are you facing the same fate as we do? In my imagination, this trend of equilibrium is not unique to our universe but shared by all universes. Maybe my thinking is too limited. You may have discovered a pressure that can exist forever, but I suspect that this is just a fantasy. I think one day your thoughts will disappear, although I don’t know how far the future it is, your life will end like us and like everyone else. No matter how long it will take, it will eventually reach an equilibrium state.

I hope you don't feel sad because of realizing this. I hope your interstellar journey is not about finding a gas reservoir in other universes, but about the desire for knowledge to explore what can be produced from the breath of a universe, because even if the lifespan of a universe can be calculated, the life it produces is unpredictable. This is true for our skyscrapers, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the life we ​​lead, because their forms of existence are not inevitable. Our universe enters a equilibrium state but makes a gentle hiss. During this period, all the life it produces is a miracle, and only the universe that gives you life can be compared with it.
Chapter completed!