Genius Club-Chapter 1213 - 51 The Only Future (Please support with guaranteed monthly votes!)_3

He turned his head.

Looking at the utterly steady Space-Time Clock, its display still showing 0.0001764:

"That’s probably the reason why the Space-Time Clock’s numbers haven’t changed, the space-time curvature hasn’t shifted, and the worldline hasn’t transitioned."

Lin Xian stepped forward and picked up the Space-Time Clock:

"You mean because the irrevocable anchoring point hasn’t formed yet?"

Liu Feng nodded:

"That should be the case. After all, until the comet arrives in 2234, the Time Shuttle Machine is really just a hunk of scrap metal."

Yet...

This time.

Lin Xian didn’t agree with this view.

He recalled Einstein’s words:

"The future will no longer change. All possibilities are gone. Now, this is... the only future."

He turned around.

Looking at Liu Feng:

"Actually, there’s another possibility."

He pressed his lips together and said softly:

"Perhaps this time, the 0.0001764 worldline is too resilient, so much so that even the invention of the Time Shuttle Machine isn’t enough to break through Space-Time Elasticity."

"Huh?"

Liu Feng blinked:

"How tough does that elasticity need to be? It’s not a spring anymore—it’s practically steel rebar."

"But..."

Liu Feng rubbed his chin, deep in thought:

"Your idea isn’t impossible, though. If the future really has some unavoidable, immensely powerful [irresistible force], it seems like no amount of effort now would matter."

"Exactly."

Lin Xian pulled over a chair and sat down:

"That’s exactly what I wanted to express."

Perhaps.

Einstein was so confident in stating that the worldline would not shift again and that all possibilities had converged into a single future because... the super catastrophe of 2600 could erase it all.

Of course.

The future Einstein saw wasn’t an Earth void of people but a hyper-flourishing super civilization.

But the principle is the same.

"However, there’s always a way to break through elasticity."

Lin Xian hadn’t given up and looked up, saying:

"Since the Time Shuttle Machine doesn’t work, we can only hope for Du Yao’s [Neural Electrocution Helmet]."

"Once this helmet is successfully invented, it could thoroughly overcome the side effects of prolonged hibernation and should have a tremendous impact on future trajectories—most likely triggering a worldline transition."

With that,

Lin Xian decided to check on the progress at Du Yao’s research institute.

He got up and bid Liu Feng farewell:

"You stay here and keep studying the [Time Shuttle Machine blueprint], see if you can complete it sooner."

Then.

Lin Xian went downstairs and took the dedicated car to Du Yao’s institute.

After getting some updates.

He found that Du Yao’s research was not going smoothly.

"Still working on it."

Wearing a white lab coat and her hair tied up, Du Yao shook her head:

"You need to be patient, Lin Xian. That’s just how research works—anyone can dream up bold and forward-thinking ideas, but the hard part is... figuring out how to turn those flights of fancy into reality."

"In this area, it really might take a bit of luck or an occasional flash of inspiration—something that can’t be forced."

Lin Xian didn’t press her:

"It’s okay. I just came by to check in. Scientific research isn’t an overnight process. We’re already fortunate to be standing on the shoulders of giants."

At the moment.

Lin Xian’s trump card was now solely Du Yao.

If even this era-defining invention couldn’t cause a worldline transition...

Then there truly would be no way forward.

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Later on.

Time flew by.

Lin Xian still entered the dream world every day for 12 hours, riding his motorcycle to explore everywhere.

But the more he explored, the more desperate he felt; the more he explored, the greater his anxiety grew.

The dreams that once served as crucial sources of information and resources...

Even the Fourth Dreamland, surrounded from birth, had still provided him with some key breakthroughs.

But the ninth dreamland, where humanity had been completely wiped out...

Gave Lin Xian no means of assistance.

The Genius Club gatherings had indeed been completely canceled.

No matter the time, even trying to use the Genius Club Golden Badge at midnight on the 1st of each month triggered no response whatsoever.

It seemed Einstein had shut down the Genius Club’s gathering system and server—there was no longer any way to connect.

This feeling was unbearable.

Unable to gain intelligence from dreams, unable to force a worldline transition, and now unable to track others’ movements via the Genius Club... he was undoubtedly at a dead end.

Autumn came and went, giving way to winter.

The chime of the 2025 New Year rang, soon followed by Lunar New Year’s Eve and Spring Festival.

Zhao Yingjun’s belly grew larger by the day, drawing closer to the time of Yu Xi’s birth—this was the only thing that helped ease Lin Xian’s anxiety.

Little Yu Xi was developing well and was very lively, constantly moving around inside Zhao Yingjun’s belly.

"This one’s got potential to be a martial artist, ha ha ha."

The ultrasound doctor joked as they performed the test.

This prompted Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun to start prenatal education as soon as they got home:

"Our daughter should be more gentle and quiet. This time, let’s not guide her toward punching and kicking."

"Let’s play some music for her, steer her toward the arts or music instead."

That day.

February 1, 2025, at 12:42 AM.

Lin Xian woke up from a dream again.

He’d spent another full day riding his motorcycle, yet he still found nothing.

By now, after over three months in the Ninth Dreamland, Lin Xian had come to terms with humanity’s extinction.

But the problem was...

He didn’t know how to save it, how to change it all.

The research on the universal constant 42 had made no progress;

The work on Du Yao’s Neural Electrocution Helmet had yet to yield a breakthrough;

Jask’s hunt for Gauss, Newton, and Galileo remained fruitless.

A stalemate.

Everything was at a standstill.

He let out a light sigh, stood up, and walked toward his desk.

He put on his VR glasses and brought the Genius Club Golden Badge closer in curiosity. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Beep beep.

A soft chime, but no changes, no reactions.

"Is there really no way?"

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness enveloped Lin Xian.

He pulled out some paper and wrote down his predicaments one by one:

[The major secret and truth of 1952—no Time Shuttle Machine, can’t get there.]

[2234 comet reaching Earth—too far away, can’t wait.]

[2482 Cheng Qian can revive VV—even further, no chance to meet Cheng Qian.]

[2624 human extinction—unchangeable, no useful information can be obtained.]

Scribble.

Clicking the pen cap shut.

Lin Xian propped his head in his hands, feeling troubled and exhausted.

Gradually...

He lay slumped over the desk and fell asleep right there.

...

...

In the main bedroom next door, amid the snores of the Pomeranian VV, Zhao Yingjun felt a kick from inside her belly.

She opened her eyes and woke up, rubbing her stomach as she grumbled:

"Yu Xi, you’re just like your dad—most active at night."

Genetics truly are remarkable.

She glanced at the bedside clock. It was now 3:21 AM.

But when she turned her head to the side, she was surprised to find... Lin Xian, who should have returned from the dreams by now and been sleeping next to her, wasn’t there.

"Where did he go?"

Zhao Yingjun was a little puzzled.

What was he doing up so late, instead of coming to bed?

She got up carefully despite her belly, slipped on her slippers, and walked out of the bedroom. She saw that the light in the study was still on.

Inside...

Her husband was slumped over his desk, fast asleep.

"In this cold weather, he’ll catch a cold."

She approached, intending to wake Lin Xian up.

But then she saw the paper on the desk, covered in anxious words:

Can’t get there, can’t wait, no chance, unchangeable.

She gently picked up the paper.

Reading Lin Xian’s scrawled handwriting, she could deeply feel how heavy the responsibilities and burdens were on this not-yet-26-year-old man’s shoulders.

Zhao Yingjun bent down slightly.

She quietly embraced the sleeping Lin Xian, feeling his slightly chilly body.

And whispered softly:

"Don’t worry..."

"I’m here for you."

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