Chapter 467: Chapter 308: The Grand Finale of “Compound Eye Crisis”<div>


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    The scene in the stadium gradually changed, and the starry sky spread across the grassy ground like a me sweeping from the central stage.


    The gravity control device began to work, putting the audience into a weightless state.


    Eventually, the entire scene in the stadium turned into a starry sky.


    Then, the rhythm of her violin suddenly increased.


    The next moment, a huge spherical battleship appeared abruptly before everyone’s eyes in an incredibly realistic 3D projection, as if it was close at hand.<div>


    The magnificent and spectacr battleship caught people’s attention, but also brought a terrifying sense of oppression, suffocating.


    Harrison rk’s heartbeat quickened.


    He was all too familiar with this scene.


    This was thepound-eyed observer’s spherical battleship!


    The music from the violin changed its style again.


    The audience turned their heads to look to the left almost unconsciously.


    In view were countless huge warships, forming a massive fleet.


    The shapes of the warships differed greatly from the Snowke warships of today. There were triangr pyramids, fluid dynamicspliant spindle shapes, and bullet shapes.


    At the center of the warship array, there were also several evenrger and uniquely shaped war fortresses.


    Nobody was more familiar with this scene than Harrison rk.


    He could never have imagined that the scene in which he led billions of warriors to fight the enemy in the previous timeline would so tantly appear before his eyes in such an impactful manner in this timeline.


    Harrison rk was momentarily lost in thought.<div>


    His mind was forcefully pulled into his memories.


    Everything seemed like yesterday, within reach, yet elusive.


    It was as if he had once again donned the Divine Eagle Armor, leading more than two million special operations team members floating on the periphery of the battle group.


    He could still hear Nora Camp’s desperate shout, “Charge!”


    And the battlefield reports of Mr. Green and others, one after another, taking overmand and subsequently sacrificing themselves in session.


    He seemed to see onerade after another being blown into dust in mid-air.


    One after another, battleships loaded with soldiers’ corpses switched to phase transition mode under the captains’ final orders.


    Harrison rk was reminded of Mr. Connor’s roar.


    He said that the scene of humanity1 s struggle would be seen by civilizations 90 billion light-years away in 90 billion years. It was the memory of the universe, and the traces left by humanity in it couldst forever.


    But in reality, there was none of that.


    Mr. Connor was wrong.


    But now Harrison rk saw it in another way and in another timeline.<div>


    A notification sound from themunication channel brought him back to reality.


    He rubbed his eyes, feeling a bit cold.


    The message was from Daniel Thompson.


    “Pay attention and don’t get distracted. She’s going to perform a reinterpretation of the grand finale from the ssic movie series Compound Eye Crisis. It’s the most thorough understanding of Master rk’s ideas to date, and the most urate artistic rendition. It’s worth your attention. By watching it now, you’ll have some mental preparation when we go into battle in the future, even if it’s not 100% urate.”


    It was a kind reminder from Lion.


    Harrison rk’s mouth wryly curved upward.


    Thank you for the reminder, Lion.


    So that’s how it was.


    As the stars once said, although the universe couldn’t remember everyone, he remembered.


    These were his memories, and he also made more people remember their individual sacrifices.


    Emelia’s performance drew inspiration from Compound Eye Crisis.


    Even though in Harrison rk’s memory he hadn’t finished the movie yet, he knew how he would write the script and what the finished film would look like.<div>


    So he could predict the uing course of the True Dream Show and the story.


    Everything was just a reenactment of his personal experience, so the highly realistic simtions of the battle in the virtual reality couldn’tpare with even one percent of his deeply engraved memories.


    He began to watch the show from a more detached perspective, which brought a different feeling.


    Emelia, the top artist of her time, who stood out from 265 billion people, only began with a violin solo as an appetizer.


    She designed the entire stage, utilizing 31st-century technology to its fullest,bining sound, light, smell, taste, and touch into a sensory stimtion that reached the pinnacle of technology and art.


    She constantly changed instruments and used her hands to ssh light ink into the air. Sometimes she sang softly, narrated the story with her distinctive voice, or made exnations.


    Her overall performance style was simr to the sand painting of the 21st century, except the technology used and theplexity of operations were vastly different and countless times more difficult.


    Gradually, the projection of the starry sky unfolded, and the story continued to progress.


    The audience felt as if they were drawn into the “non-existent” war, experiencing both the immersive environment and the determination of therades within the story who embraced death.


    The sorrow of the Fire Dragon n’s copse, the struggle when there was nowhere to retreat,


    The intense determination of the billions of people who bravely faced death in order to reduce the production of particle-interference bombs…


    Each scene made most of the audience empathize with the characters, clenching their fists, veins bulging, longing to crush the Gxy Equipment themselves and join the battle alongside theirpatriots.<div>


    Only Harrison rk remained calm throughout the whole performance.


    The past is already beyond our reach.


    Having already experienced pain once, why struggle to feel the same sadness and helplessness again?


    It’s better to return to reality and think about how to seize the present.


    Harrison rk understood Amelia Johnson’s technique, and made a mental note of it in his heart.


    Pretty strong.


    The atmosphere she created could make a true warrior feel that desperate yet unwavering will, greatly stirring the human heart.


    Those with enough awareness and strong willpower would not find despair in her performance. Their indomitable fighting spirit would only burn brighter.


    However, as Daniel Thompson said before, if it were a regr person,bined with her personal “private work” on the macro description of the Compound-Eyed Observer’s civilization, they might just copse on the spot.


    At the same time, she also meticulously and urately demonstrated the newly revised scenes.


    Her description of the invader warship’s main methods and internal structure details became clearer, as well as more urate in performance analysis and expression.


    She even approached the subject from an aesthetic and psychological perspective, urately specting on the physical structure of the Compound- Eyed Observers, portraying their appearance, adding some details beneath the veil of gray fog, closely resembling the fleeting scene Harrison rk saw after his first “death”.<div>


    Of course, she was truly daring, even attempting to analyze the thought patterns of the Compound-Eyed Observers, something Harrison rk himself wouldn’t dare to presume.


    One could only say that artists tend to be like that: a bit inted.


    However, her talent still fell short of Carrie Thomas’s.


    Carrie Thomas only needed a piano and a good voice to transport Harrison rk into a mysterious and magnificent cosmic space with her “Dreamwalking in Virgo”.


    Amelia Johnson needed the assistance of so many new technologies toe close to the realm of “Dreamwalking in Virgo”.


    As he watched the performance, Harrison rk also sneakily read the synopsis of the “Compound Eye Crisis” movie series.


    Well, the final script he put out this time was somewhat different from his previous one.


    In order to avoid idents outside his control, Harrison rk altered and reced every character’s name in it.


    Furthermore, apart from adding more detailed descriptions of the Compound Eye warships, he had removed the “bold spections” on the multiple timelines concept.


    While the idea of manipting time is fascinating, it is ultimately too far-fetched.


    As the level of technology advances, the scientific literacy of the movie audience increases, making them less likely to immerse themselves in the story.


    It’s hard to engage with an impossible story background, as it bes increasingly awkward the more you watch it.


    How could the setup be interesting if the worldview doesn’t match up from the very beginning?


    The script was changed into a structure simr to “Edge of Tomorrow”.


    Set against the backdrop of the Seventh Timeline, the protagonist is a born- and-bred warrior of the 31st century, who repeatedly faces the invading warships in his dreams and dies, yet can partially inherit the improvements he gained in the dream world.


    With each small effort, he transforms from an ordinary soldier into a civilizational leader, ultimately entering the enemy alone and dying alone.


    It is still a tragic space opera, but the small changes to the story’s background greatly enhance the audience’s immersion and empathy. They flesh out the characters and plot much more through a detailed three-part portrayal, ultimatelypleting the morous transformation from a disastrous failure to a ssic masterpiece.


    Harrison rk’s feelings were quiteplicated.


    It was nice to see its poprity grow, but the plot wasn’t what he originally intended.


    At least now, in his heart, he didn’t think that way. Maybe his future self on this timeline changed his mind after weighing the pros and cons.


    He didn’t know if it was a concession he had made to the market and history or if it was his lie to fate.


    Though the result was wonderful, it was still just a lie.


    At ten o’clock in the evening, Amelia Johnson’s performance was about to end.


    Harrison rk carefully watched thest half of her “private creation”.


    Honestly, he didn’t like it.


    It made his scalp tingle a bit.


    After “his” death, she pulled the scene far away, first to the Andromeda Gxy, then to the exterior of the Virgo Cluster, and finally to a massive ster system muchrger than the Milky Way, located within the same Virgo Cluster.


    Then Harrison rk saw a terrifying fleet so enormous that it left him utterly despairing.


    The spherical battleships that had destroyed human civilization countless times before his eyes were merely an insignificant reconnaissance team, not even worthy of a unit designation, in this unbearable civilization of immense proportions.


    As the finale faded away, the picture gradually darkened.


    In the vast stage center, only Amelia Johnson was left.


    A million people in the stadium remained silent.


    Everyone was thinking: If her spection is true, what should we do?


    Should we submit to death or make a desperate fight?


    Where is our hope?


    “Thank you for enjoying my performance, thank you.”


    On stage, Amelia Johnson bowed slightly, then picked up a ss of wine from the side, “To the most lovable warriors.”


    She downed it in one gulp, then said, “I know many people oppose my views and criticize me as a pessimist. But I don’t mind; I just want to do a little more from my perspective, using my abilities. Thank you once again.”


    After she finished, Amelia Johnson turned to leave the stage, but she didn’t go far.


    Almost simultaneously, Nora Camp, dressed in a sharp military uniform, stepped forward.


    She didn’t rush to speak, just stood there with her hands behind her back and a proud look.


    Under the spotlight, her head was held high and her face was cold.


    The atmosphere, which had been slightly down and chaotic just moments ago, gradually collected under her silence.