The God-Lord's Chosen: Luna's Cosmic Quest

Instrument panel and buttons.

Instruments and buttons seem to exist endlessly.

Luna stared at the dashboards and buttons in a daze.

This is the third month since he crossed over.

This "perhaps" is a huge spaceship, with a view through the porthole of the faint starry sky and endless darkness outside, no matter how many hours.

For Luna, a science student, it is not difficult to infer some facts, for example-he is not close to any galaxy or river system.

Because all visible stars are very dim in brightness, they don't even look as bright as the stars observed on a clear night on Earth, you know, that goes through the atmosphere.

Star Magnitude is a unit of measurement to measure the luminosity of celestial bodies. Star Magnitude observed with the naked eye can be called visual Star Magnitude.

Generally speaking, the brighter the observed target, the smaller the visual Star Magnitude value.

The Star Magnitude of the moon at a full moon is minus 12.6, the Star Magnitude of the brightest star generally is 1, and the smallest Star Magnitude observable to the naked eye is 6.

In the starry sky in front of us, there are no stars with a Star Magnitude greater than 2.

This ship is incredibly huge and … dark.

He was in a huge hall, and there was no light or sound except for the indicator light on the instrument panel in front of him.

In front of the instrument panel were a dozen chairs-he woke up from one of them-and the others were empty.

He once walked several hundred meters to the other side of the dark hall, empty, nothing but footsteps, and he couldn't even find the opposite wall.

He ran back when he lost sight of the faint light behind him.

At first, when he looked at the darkness in front of him, Luna always felt that evil spirits and beasts would suddenly pounce out of it, which once made him sleep uneasy.

But now, he wished something else in the darkness, even a ghost.

What really tortured him, keeping him from sleeping, was the desperate silence.

Looking at the huge panel in front of him, he thought he was going crazy.

Isn't this damn place a spaceship hundreds of years ahead of Earth?! Why is Mao still using the control panel style of a chemical workshop in the 1970s, bastard! Where's your quantum computer?! Where's your holographic operator panel?! At least give me a voice!

There is air and gravity here. Besides yelling every day, he can also eat a white ointment to live.

Thankfully, there is a device on it that can be simple enough for people on earth to understand-a hose extending into a transparent container like toothpaste with a button on it.

Every time you press it, more than half a cup of "toothpaste" will be poured into the cup, which is Luna's food for "one day".

Because there is no tool to measure time, and darkness and silence can make time particularly long, the length of time cannot be determined.

But Luna is in the range of "one day", and that tube will only flow out of "toothpaste" once.

So every day when it's almost time, Luna will stay at the edge of the hose and press the milky white button again and again until the food comes out.

It's not because of hunger, although he did lose more than ten kilograms of weight, the hunger is not strong.

He stayed by the button only because it was the only part of the ship that would "react" to his actions.

When you shout into the room, you can only hear the echo, and when you walk into the dark, you still find darkness, the response of a button is also precious.

There were fourteen indicator lights on the panel, some orange-red, some dim yellow, some emitting white light, which was Luna's only source of light.

There were originally fifteen, but Luna tried to operate some buttons and extinguished one, and he never dared to touch the panel again.

He was asleep for an unknown amount of time.

He woke up for an unknown amount of time.

He yelled and crazily smashed the chair like a sleepy wild beast.

But he still didn't touch those dashboard buttons, which were his little hope left in the dark.

For the first month, he wrote down the order of all the buttons, gradually from roaring to silent.

(In essence, there is no time, and there is no way to calculate the unit of month. This is just Luna's self-set in order to keep human behavior.)

The next month, he stripped his coat into thin thread, tied it to a chair, and then took the thread to grope into the dark.

He walked along the wall and eventually returned to his chair position.

He confirmed that it was a rectangular empty hall of about 400 square meters. He found a door at the end of the hall, a door that couldn't be opened.

There was no handle, switch or anything like it, only four gaps one man's height and half a man's width, up, down, left and right, which made him guess that it was a door.

He tried everything he could, but no matter pushing, buckling, translating, kicking, headbutting, gritting his teeth, or hitting his body violently, the door was like four gaps in the wall, motionless. Damn space technology! He couldn't even stick a thin line out of the door.

In the third month, he confirmed another thing.

The ship isn't flying.

Yes, this is an abandoned spaceship parked in the vast universe.

There is no engine sound, no noisy machine running sound, and it can also be considered that the room has good sound insulation effect.

Without meteorites, debris or dust passing through the window, it can be said that the universe is damned empty.

But after he finally recalled the poor knowledge of space, and marked every brighter star with the "toothpaste" in the porthole, he kept observing for a month, and the position had never changed.

The relative position never changed, and the spacecraft didn't tremble during flying, only half-dead frozen and stationary.

Luna began to become silent.

He used white "toothpaste" to mark numbers on all the buttons, and pressed one every time he was too desperate to bear it.

On the third "day", he pressed the number 15 button, and another light went out. Pressed again, it didn't light up.

Press all the buttons 1 to 15 once, but the light still doesn't come on.

Day 5...

More and more lights go out and never come on again, more and more darkness and despair.

Luna couldn't remember how long she hadn't spoken. The instinct of language began to leave him, and he opened his mouth to utter only meaningless syllables.

This is the last light, and there is the last button.

This button is yellow, oval, and it looks very special.

Luna knows this is his own delusion, and before that, there are many buttons he thinks are special.

"This button is very special. It must have a special meaning … This red button is very special. Maybe it will open something …"

He always hints at himself like this, he always keeps opening the door.

Unfortunately, there was nothing but the lights that were gradually extinguishing.

The button was pressed and the light went out.

He waited a long time and nothing happened.

He pressed all the buttons once, he pressed the buttons again, he pressed all the buttons in reverse order, he jumped and pressed...

No! No! NOTHING! No more lights came on.

I couldn't see my fingers.

Luna fumbled, picked up his knife-it was a sharp fragment of a chair, and touched the wall to the door.

He had traveled back and forth countless times within a distance of less than 300 meters. Even complete darkness couldn't stop him.

He became more and more determined as he walked.

If, if that door hasn't opened yet.

He wished to die there.

The sound of blood ticking on his wrist falling to the floor made Luna feel happy. He stretched out his arms to make the wounds on both sides bleed more freely.

This was the only different voice for a long time.

The dizziness caused by ischemia began to dominate his brain, and he tried to press against the wall to keep himself from collapsing.

Although he knew that the wound on his wrist would condense soon, he didn't have the courage to cut it again.

Luna staggered in the direction of the door. There will be no rescue or blood transfusion here. He can finally fulfill his desire to kill himself.

So he wished he had died lying on the door.

If someone opens that door in the distant future, he expects to pounce out and scare him.

This was his last wish. He smiled in a dizzy and narcissistic manner. He adjusted his posture and made a pouncing gesture, lying on the door.

"I will slowly become a pile of white bones. How can I ensure that the skeleton shelf will not collapse?" Luna put her hands on the door, allowing the blood to flow down the crack, and began to think about this profound question to herself.

He was completely unaware that the door suddenly opened to both sides, and a non-existent gap appeared in the middle. Then the door shrank to both sides like an elevator. Luna, who had lost too much blood and was nearly unconscious, pounced out as he expected.

At the moment before being knocked unconscious, Luna seemed to hear a scream, so he sank into the darkness with satisfaction, never wanting to wake up.

If everything was based on Luna's ideas, he wouldn't have come to this place.

Therefore, there was no doubt that he still reluctantly woke up.

In a smaller room, he lay on the floor, with nothing but four gaps in the wall not far away.

No, it turns out that there are at least chairs to sit on and beat, and buttons to practice arranging and combining in that big room.

He sat up and saw a layer of white substance wrapped around his wrist to heal the wound. It looked like the "toothpaste" he ate every day.

If there was anything that pleased him here, it was light.

Yes, there are no lights, but no matter the walls, the roof and the floor beneath them, they are milky white and translucent, giving off a soft glow, and the light can shine in every detail without dazzling light.

Under such all-round illumination, even a shadow will not be left behind.

After getting used to it for a while, he remembered the scream before he fainted and tried to say loudly, "Come out!" I see you! "

"Ah, how is that possible?" A neutral voice said in surprise, and it came from all directions.

Immediately, the wall facing Luna became more transparent, and the image of a person made of light appeared on it. He was about 1.75 meters tall, and his gender could not be distinguished.

"Who are you?" Luna pressed down the joy in her heart, deliberately relaxed her body and sat cross-legged on the floor, and asked easily.

He was really afraid of accidentally scaring the "aliens" away.

At this time, don't say that it looks like a "person", that is, an alien. Luna will raise it, and it won't be killed easily.

Who is more terrible, alien or loneliness? Luna can now distinguish very clearly.

"I … I … I am the Lord God.

"The Photon Being seems to rarely communicate with people. It stumbled and changed several self-proclaims before saying a complete sentence.

"Master God?" Is it a giant ball of light that arranges the reincarnation practitioners to experience terrifying worlds one after another, allowing the reincarnation practitioners to continue to grow stronger and evolve, helping each other and fighting each other, just to survive? " Luna is also a computer professional. It is a normal entertainment behavior to read novels at ordinary times, and infinite streaming can be regarded as understanding.

He suddenly thought of something else and asked, "You summoned me here? Then what am I in the old world? Missing? Why did you recruit me? To put it bluntly, although I think I am pretty good, I still have some self-knowledge.

Just because I didn't exercise for more than ten years and weighed 200 pounds, if I entered the Sovereign Space, wouldn't it be sending me to die! "

"I … I'm not a giant ball of light!" The Photon Being retorted angrily.

"I am the Lord God, and thou is my summoner. You have died in your previous life, there is no need to ask more, there will be an answer... "

"Well … Lord God, interrupt me, can we stop talking so hard?" Your expression is too... antique for me to accept.

Or should we switch to a more universal way of speaking, so that even me, an Earthlings who evolved from apes, can communicate smoothly? "

"Well, all right. As our first summoner, appropriate privileges are still allowed. "

The Photon Being seemed to relax and quickly agreed to Luna's request.

Luna seemed to hear the sound of a large book closing. Is it an illusion?

"Thank you, thank you, and please ask Lord Sovereign to answer my question just now." Huh? Wait, you say the first summoner? So... "

"Yes, I am a new Sovereign God and a Lord that you need to serve for the rest of your life."

"Let's talk about serving later. Are you the one who kept me in a dark room for a few months?!" Even if it was a trial or something, it was too much! Even if I risk my life, I want to ask clearly! "

"Well, well, we just didn't learn how to open the door..."