I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 383 - 381 Astronaut

Chapter 383: Chapter 381 Astronaut

Wei Tianyang sat by the window, watching the live broadcast of the Sethiyan Federation’s National Day celebration on his phone when the broadcast abruptly cut off.

The camera switched back to the studio, where two hosts were smilingly discussing the major historical events of the past three hundred years of the Federation.

Someone knocked on the door, and Baphomet walked over, hooking the doorknob with his horn and pulling it open.

There stood Kui Kui Ge, grinning with a bag of coffee beans in hand.

He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of blue shorts, tall and slender. Though lean, his muscle lines were smooth, with flat pectorals extending towards his shoulders and the contours of an eight-pack etched onto his long waist.

"You go through beans really fast," Kui Kui Ge chuckled.

Wei Tianyang smiled but said nothing, and Kui Kui Ge hung the coffee beans on the horn before closing the door.

The summers of Heisai State were as hot as the center of a frying pan, and the house Wei Tianyang was living in didn’t have top-of-the-line central air conditioning—he even had to manually turn on the lights.

But he was hardly some pampered noble son; the years in Yin Country hadn’t changed his nature one bit.

During this time, he read a lot of books. With the real-time translation feature of his AR glasses, he had virtually gone through anything he could lay his hands on.

He preferred the feel of faded pages under his fingers over reading on a flexible screen, the heaviness of a book in his hands, the ink-pressed words solidly appearing before his eyes—even Baphomet had to acknowledge its existence.

He read everything, becoming a regular at nearby old book stalls. He spent two days finishing a novel by a traditional writer from Heisai State, Prub, to understand the local customs and culture of the 1990s, and poured over outdated science journals, savoring the future once enjoyed by past generations.

He occasional sifted through newspapers issued decades ago, piecing together the changes in Heisai State and the world over these years. He could clearly see how, from around the year 2075 to 2100, the world’s attitude shifted and industries related to the Heavenly Falling Objects developed over these thirty years.

Wei Tianyang found that what he loved reading most were novels.

And he often argued with Baphomet about this.

Novels are not history, but fictional stories which, nonetheless, are strongly connected to the era of the writer (specifically referring to literary works, not online fiction). For instance, he recently perused a 19th-century literary work from the Suluo Federation, "Chevengur," which depicted a group of lonely revolutionary dreamers attempting to establish a new world in a remote little town. They eradicated the bourgeoisie, destroyed forests, demolished houses, halted all production activities, slept in the open fields, fed on grass, and relied on the power of the sun to pass their days. With their imagination and passion for the world, they endeavored to build a new world but ultimately paid a severe price due to their lack of theoretical support and practical experience.

Of course, this story was made up, but Wei Tianyang believed it at least reflected the public’s doubts about the national system and their disillusionment with social chaos before the dissolution of the Suluo Federation. It represented a writer’s calm scrutiny and painful reflection on contemporary social trends, as well as concerns for reality.

Therefore, you couldn’t say it was entirely fictitious, it was more like a compromise between what couldn’t be said and what had to be said.

After all, in a totalitarian state, speaking the truth was the same as talking nonsense, deserving labels like "traitor" and "sellout." Concern for reality was foolish, accusations of crimes were guilty, patriotism equated to treason, and whitewashing peace was taken as loyalty.

The significance of the novel lay here—the story was a vessel, an extension of the writer’s thoughts. It was there. If you lived through that era, it was real. If not, and you came across it, it could attest that the era existed.

Baphomet couldn’t understand what Wei Tianyang was talking about; it was a fool, always parroting grand narratives without ever understanding their meaning.

He collected a multitude of novels, eliminating those that sought only to provide sensational entertainment, and through several nights, beside the small window, with rich coffee, he finished one book after another.

He had finished reading "Chewengul," "The Monastery Chronicles," "Midnight’s Children," and "Conversations at the Bar." Although the authors of these books came from different nations, they shared the same worries and took pride in the same things.

Every time he finished a book, he would take advantage of the night when the whole street was asleep, push open the window, and fly into the sky.

At first, he only flew to a height of four or five thousand meters, overlooking the entire Heisai State Continent. From there, he could see the twinkling lights of the East Continent. Compared to the developed areas, this ancient continent was as silent as the abyss. He came to fully understand the sorrow revealed by the writers of Heisai State in their novels, and he was moved by their persistent optimistic spirit.

Later, he grew bolder and flew higher and higher, almost breaking through the atmosphere to reach the true universe.

Now, he possessed hundreds of superpowers. There were so many powers he had not even figured out himself. However, he could now control most of the natural elements on this planet: wind, earth, thunder, snow, water, air, stone, cold air, fire...so much so that he developed an illusion. He felt he had become the planet itself, which was a very dangerous thing. He always controlled himself, calmed down, and returned to his true nature.

That night, he broke through the atmosphere. Extreme currents of air avoided him, and the flickers of dark gold that emanated from him safely drifted him to the Lagrange Point. This place was no longer considered part of the sky; he was in outer space, overlooking the earth.

These days, he had watched the city streets and continental plates from a high vantage point countless times, and he gradually began to understand why the rulers in those books were obsessed with building towers.

Because looking down from above really felt good.

"The view is beautiful, isn’t it?"

Someone greeted him.

Wei Tianyang turned his head and saw an astronaut floating over from the direction of the direct sunlight of the sun.

"Yes."

Wei Tianyang conveyed his thoughts telepathically.

The two of them shared a small smile.

"When did you...?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"It’s been too long, so long that I’ve forgotten myself. It feels like the explosion just happened, but I’ve...let it go," the astronaut said with a smile.

"You are your nation’s hero," Wei Tianyang said.

"Hero? No," the astronaut looked toward the azure blue planet.

"Look at that beautiful place. Humanity is one, yet we have split into so many different nations..." the astronaut said.

Wei Tianyang also looked towards that half-dark, half-light world and felt a lot.

"We have wasted too much time and effort fighting amongst ourselves, never really looking at the other side," the astronaut finished, pointing behind him.

Wei Tianyang turned to look at the pitch-black universe, recalling Lady Mo’s words.

"...We want that kind of order, no matter how it is achieved..."

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