Genius Club

Not only was there no world-ending white light, humanity didn’t go extinct; instead, humans exceeded all imagination with prosperity and development, even causing Donghai City’s population to explode to over forty million.

From this, one could imagine.

The total global population must surpass ten billion, possibly even twenty billion.

Such an overcrowded, thriving world could never be the Ninth Dreamland I experienced.

A divergence has emerged.

Then.

What is the truth?

Einstein’s future vision and my dream— which one is real?

Or perhaps…

Could it be, as I just shivered with a fleeting thought…

[Could Einstein be lying?]

However.

There’s no way to verify it.

This is the helplessness Lin Xian feels at this moment.

Unable to verify.

He can’t board the Time Shuttle Machine and travel to August 29, 2624, to see for himself;

nor can he locate the Hafnium Alloy Safe in The Ninth Dreamland to retrieve the small note left by Chu Anqing, which might clarify the dream’s reality;

So ultimately… what should he do?

“Rhein.”

Einstein’s voice suddenly rang out, echoing through the magnificent hall:

“Come in, it’s your turn to ask.”

Lin Xian took a step forward.

Step by step, he entered the reception room.

He closed the red wooden door.

Seated across the tea table in a leather chair.

He glanced at Einstein’s shadow dancing on the wall in the firelight, then shifted his gaze and focused on the elderly man wearing the Sorrowful Einstein mask before him.

He stared deeply into the mask, which conveyed despair, regret, and lifelessness.

There was an odd feeling…

It’s as if something penetrated through time, saw through hearts, and carried itself forward.

“Rhein.”

The elderly voice broke the silence:

“What is your question?”

Suddenly.

Lin Xian inexplicably sensed a looming danger, a surge of caution.

He resisted.

He didn’t want to ask questions about the Millennium Stakes or Chu Anqing.

This peculiar unease…

Had actually been accumulating over a long period.

Thinking carefully.

Why would Zhang Yuqian, someone tied to the Millennium Stakes, inexplicably dream of Einstein?

Moreover.

1952, such a distinctive year—”the Sorrowful Einstein,” Zhang Yuqian’s dreams, the cosmic constant 42, the dissipated Millennium Stakes—all are connected to 1952.

And the Genius Club.

Refuses to answer any questions regarding itself.

Even.

It outright rejects questions about the real historical Einstein.

Such strict and bizarre rules…

Is it truly necessary?

This subtle sense of wrongness, the deeper he thought, the stranger and more terrifying it became.

Einstein.

1952.

Millennium Stakes.

Could there be some hidden connection among these three concepts?

He firmly believed.

The dreams of Zhang Yuqian and CC were definitely not meaningless.

Lin Xian adjusted his posture.

He made up his mind…

To ask a bold question.

Even if Einstein refused to answer, that would be fine.

A refusal could indicate that there’s something being hidden!

“Einstein.”

Lin Xian spoke softly:

“In 1952, a 20-year-old girl disappeared as blue stardust at exactly 00:42 local time. Please tell me the reason for her sudden disappearance.”

Silence.

Einstein fell silent.

Lin Xian was surprised.

This was the first time Einstein hesitated for this long before responding to a question.

Finally.

After more than ten seconds.

Einstein slowly raised his head, his voice calm:

“[In 1952, nowhere in the world did a girl disappear as blue stardust.]”

Lin Xian stared at the elderly man’s sorrowful mask:

“Are you sure?”

Einstein nodded silently.

Lin Xian narrowed his eyes.

Indeed…

His earlier suspicions and apprehensions were not unfounded after all.

If, in 1952, no Millennium Stakes dissipated.

Then why did Zhang Yuqian dream of that year and remember it so vividly that she set it as the password to her diary?

Meanwhile, Chu Anqing also had nightmares.

CC dreamed of herself with blue eyes.

As an incredibly stable system, with Millennium Stakes dissipating and driving stakes every 24 years, how could it possibly skip over such a crucial year—1952, a year that should undoubtedly be significant and eventful?

Originally.

Lin Xian merely suspected.

But now, he was certain—

[Einstein is indeed lying!]