Wang Zhiyuan, an ordinary worker at the Moon base, stared blankly at the wall, his expression wooden. Back on Earth, he had been a senior engineer at a multinational company at a young age, with a promising future. But in the talent - filled Moon base, he was just an ordinary technician.

At the moment, he was sitting in his room in front of a small iron square table on which there was a bottle of Laobaigan. Although it wasn't a famous brand, it was his favorite. Perhaps it was also the last bottle of Laobaigan in the entire human world.

When they landed on the Moon, everyone was allowed to bring five kilograms of personal belongings. Being an alcoholic, he had directly brought four kilograms of liquor.

For a whole year, he hadn't touched this four - kilogram stock of alcohol. As he put it, "Don't drink while working, and don't work while drinking." He had dedicated all his energy to his work, planning to endure these few years and then return to Earth to enjoy life.

However, all his hopes had been dashed. In just a few days, almost all the alcohol had been consumed, leaving only this last bottle... He was drinking to drown his sorrows!

But drinking to drown sorrows only added to his melancholy. Looking at the photo in his hand, the smiles of his wife and daughter were as clear as if he had seen them just yesterday. Wang Zhiyuan's heart ached, and his eyes welled up with tears.

He picked up the bottle and took a big gulp. The pungent taste, like gasoline, instantly burned his entire throat, making him choke and tear up.

But this physical reaction was far less intense than the psychological pain. He truly longed for a wild night of drinking, to get completely drunk, to forget his troubles and everything else...

Sitting across from him was his roommate, Zhao Chao, who was also looking distressed and accompanying Wang Zhiyuan. The two of them didn't say a word. They just drank frantically, slept when they were drunk, continued drinking when they woke up, and got drunk again. In this decadent way, they had spent four days...

At this moment, the TV screen suddenly lit up, and Yu Yifeng's figure appeared. He said on the TV, "Everyone, I'm Yu Yifeng, the temporary leader of the Moon base. Now, I'm broadcasting a piece of news: Just now, we have 查明了 the truth about the explosion of the Earth!"

This opening sentence immediately caught the attention of Wang Zhiyuan and Zhao Chao. They both looked towards the TV, their throats bobbing a few times. The truth about the Earth's explosion was the thing they were most concerned about, or rather, the thing everyone was most concerned about.

"I'm sorry to tell you that in the past few days, we haven't received any distress signals from the Earth. Except for the Victory, there are no other ships that have escaped. So... let's observe a moment of silence for five minutes."

This sentence almost pronounced the death of seven billion people. It was like rubbing salt into the wound, stabbing everyone's nerves severely. In an instant, faint sobs could be heard throughout the base.

But this was a fact that humanity had to accept. Yu Yifeng believed that a quick cut was better than a long - drawn - out pain. By piercing the illusions in people's hearts and revealing the truth, they could get through this stage more quickly.

Wang Zhiyuan's face turned ashen. Although he had long since given up hope in his heart, it wasn't easy to accept this cruel reality. Such blunt truth still made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Now, I'll tell you the truth about the Earth's explosion." After five minutes, Yu Yifeng made a gesture, and the TV screen began to play every fragment of the Earth's destruction: from the super - explosion in the southern hemisphere of the Earth to its complete disintegration, every moment was extremely clear.

"Look, this is a high - resolution image taken by the lunar communication satellite. There's no doubt that the culprit behind the Earth's destruction was the super - explosion in the southern hemisphere!"

"After investigation, we found that it wasn't caused by terrorists, nor was it an asteroid impact. After scientists compared various data indicators, they found that it wasn't a natural phenomenon either, but - -"

"it was an explosion caused by high - tech for an unknown reason!"

Yu Yifeng raised his voice and played a chart on the slide. "Look, this is the data recorded by the instruments in the moment before the explosion: The angular velocity of the Earth suddenly increased by 0.31‰, and the gravitational force of the Earth on the Moon also increased by 0.0176‰. This is highly abnormal!"

"At the moment of the explosion, our instruments detected gamma rays equivalent to two million 'Big Billion' - class nuclear bombs!"

"However, humanity has not yet possessed weapons of such an energy level! We humans don't have weapons that can even change the Earth's gravitational force."

"Then, the most likely scenario is that an unknown alien civilization launched a devastating attack on humanity!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone gasped. But upon careful thought, it made some sense. In these days, the existence of aliens had become common knowledge. After all, there was an alien spaceship on the Moon, and this was no secret.

However, were the aliens really friendly? Probably not. A large number of science - fiction works had depicted life - or - death wars between civilizations, and the relatively famous one was the "Dark Forest Theory"…

When all this really happened to humanity, everyone felt an overwhelming sense of heaviness. Some were angry, some were frightened, and some were despairing. People fell silent, digesting what they had heard.

Wang Zhiyuan's expression remained unchanged, but his actions behind the scenes betrayed him. His tightly clenched fists were even trembling slightly, and his five fingers had turned white and bluish.

This was extreme anger. The original despair and pain had turned into fuel for his anger, burning brightly. After a long while, Wang Zhiyuan loosened his hands. This was a calmness at the peak of anger.

"Fortunately, humanity has not been exterminated. Our Moon base is still alive - - with 51,223 people." Yu Yifeng said word by word.

"51,223 is an exact number, including you, including me, and all of us who are alive... Among them are black people, white people, and yellow - skinned people. We are the last sparks of humanity. Every single person is crucial for the future continuation of humanity."

"Our goal is: to survive! Not just for revenge, not just for human civilization, but also for those who have passed away. Our parents and family in heaven must also hope that we can live, and live well..."

"Comrades, rise up! Unite for this goal. Each of us must do our part!"

"We are the last of humanity, and we will fight for the continuation of humanity! From now on, we will no longer distinguish between nationalities or races... We must stand up and support each other to survive!" Yu Yifeng said emotionally. Next, he briefly talked about the food crisis the base was facing, but mainly focused on the positive aspects, stating that as long as people worked hard, they could solve these problems.

Hearing this, tears streamed down Wang Zhiyuan's face. He muttered to himself, "I came to the Moon for an annual salary of 300,000 US dollars, hoping to live a good life when I returned... But now my parents are gone, my wife and daughter are gone. What's the point of me surviving?"

His vocal cords had been damaged by alcohol, and he hadn't spoken for so many days. When he said this sentence, his voice was terribly hoarse.

Zhao Chao, sitting across from him, poured himself a glass of wine, downed it in one gulp, and coughed from the spiciness. He suddenly stood up and said loudly, "Lao Wang, does a person need a reason to live? I don't have a wife, and my parents passed away long ago. But I'll always remember my mother's last words."

"She said: Chao, you're not young anymore. Hurry up and get married! That's what Mom is most worried about."

At this point, Zhao Chao choked up. "I want to survive, get married in the future, and have a child, no, two... I want to live up to my mother... I can't let her down!"

"I want to survive. I still don't have a girlfriend..." Zhao Chao couldn't continue.

Hearing this, Wang Zhiyuan lowered his head. It wasn't clear whether he was crying or not. "You also want me to live well, right?"

"Come, finish this glass, the last one!"