Day 37 of the war.
You gradually realize that war is a continuous wildfire. Once opened, it is difficult to stop burning. "Revenge" and "ambition" will be like thorns that keep growing. Only when all enemies are slaughtered can the dead be comforted. human soul.
——If one day, someone encounters an enemy who has killed his or her loved ones, will anyone put down their gun because of the slogan of "peace"?
——If you meet the inhumane mass murderers, will anyone be killed because of the concept of "no war"?
Because of this, you know that the war cannot be stopped.
Artillery fire continued, corpses littered the fields, lives were torn apart like shreds of paper, and only artillery fire, roars, cries, and the sycophantic laughter of women were left on the earth.
"——Now I am also a hero! I am also a hero!"
"——Kill! Kill! You killed my relatives and you still want to stop the war!!"
"——The world is mine! I have turned over! I am no longer a tramp, I am the king of this world!!"
People no longer stop wars because no one can escape.
You become more and more silent and cold - because you know that you cannot accept those distant calls for help, and you cannot lend a helping hand to them except adding more and more emotional burdens to yourself.
You begin to study technology in the three fields of machinery, biochemistry, and artificial intelligence. You want to start from the technological level and fundamentally save mankind.
[People are always longing for things they don’t deserve. They envy me and look forward to me, but they don’t know... what kind of price they have to pay behind the powerful power.]
This is what you wrote in your diary.
Some people are jealous of your wisdom, some are resentful of your strength, some are afraid of your large number of followers. Some people have begun to slander you, and some even think that you have brought this disaster.
Because you stand at the highest point of mankind, everyone can slander you as much as they want - this is a matter of course.
You are not sad.
[If loving me can bring them confidence, then let them love me. If hating me can make them persist in living, then let them hate me to their heart's content.]
Civilization is the only thing that matters.
"Nowadays, factions are divided, and many people have established countries and become local overlords. The Keercha Kingdom rejected our alliance invitation." Xi put the information in front of you: "Their leader said that the lives of civilians have nothing to do with him. , he just wants more territory and gold."
Her black hair was tied up high with a red rope, and her ponytail swayed in the light, making her clean profile look like jade.
When her dark eyes stare at you, they always remind you of the light in the darkness.
Xi is more like an ordinary person to you. Although you are the youngest among the nine seats, everyone subconsciously ignores your age and looks up to you.
She is the only one who acts like an equal friend when communicating with you.
You rubbed your temples, your eyes full of bloodshot eyes: "I know." "Don't you see? Their blackmail words." Xi said. "No need, I don't understand these." You said.
Your words are extremely calm, like the wind that has suddenly stopped. Only in front of your companions will you drop the hard armor on your body and become slightly softer.
Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound, and her hand was placed in front of your desk.
She lowered her body and looked at you sitting on the chair. Her black onyx-like eyes were very close to you, and her breathing was faint and audible.
You can even smell the aroma of lemon in her hair, and the sound of the bells on her wrists is particularly clear.
"Then go study, learn diplomacy, and learn mechanical knowledge." She looked into your eyes: "You are the most powerful human being, the hero in everyone's vague memory, and only you are the most suitable to lead them."
Her dark pupils were extremely deep, and her face lacked the cunning and smile like a little fox.
"Asa, no matter what you encounter in the future, I will face it with you. I promise."
If life could be described in a liquid state, she seemed to be a flowing life at this time, filled with glassy clarity and fluidity.
She always has a vigorous vitality in her body. "...I will learn." You said.
You know, you have to have enough
Only with knowledge and communication skills can we lead more people to survive.
You and her walked under the ginkgo tree and stared blankly into the distance. You found that the sky had become gloomy and the sun had turned blood red, like a large ball of black blood hanging in the sky.
Suddenly, you turned your head and looked at the falling ginkgo leaves in the forest - "The wind is rising." You murmured to yourself. "It was obviously quiet at night, but it was windy during the day..."
You stand still, as if your soul is wandering somewhere else.
After that, you devoted yourself to various studies and worked hard to acquire knowledge.
You give a speech\Build power\Stop the war\Develop the foundation to manufacturing and agriculture\Build shelter\Negotiate with the coalition government...
You no longer have an overly close bond with anyone, which will only bring disaster to the people you care about. "As long as life is rooted in the soil, it will try its best to bloom."
Because of your strength and appeal, people are gradually willing to follow you and fight for you. They will go through fire and water for you and offer their loyalty to you.
For some reason, you have a feeling——
You are a drowning person tied to a stone, and your limbs are tied with ropes. You are constantly falling into the deep sea. Blood flows out from the human body, locks your legs, gradually rises, and covers your head and neck. .
Thousands of souls pass you by and cast all kinds of looks at you. Regret\hate\joy\fear\satisfaction... You seem to be embracing the pain of the entire human civilization.
You are walking in the world that is gradually losing vitality, and your flowing black hair meets the scorching warm wind. This month, you have launched a large-scale war to defeat those local bullies.
"This is your first time experiencing such a battle. Can you adapt to it?" You glanced at the young soldier.
"Adapt...adapt!" The little soldier's face flushed with excitement, and he solemnly swore to you: "I will definitely continue to fight and fight for you until the last moment! Lord God!"
When you heard the title "Lord God", you sighed silently in your heart, but you didn't deny it.
"The sky is clear and everything is recovering. Spring is such a joy. It's just that the spring is cold and we still need to hold on for a while." You looked at the declining spring flowers around you, and the corners of your mouth curved, and soon they drooped again.
"Yes! Lord God!" The little soldier did not notice your sadness and continued to swear allegiance to you. You nodded and didn't care.
Six days later, the little soldier fulfilled his promise. While rescuing a mother and daughter under the rubble, the little soldier was shot through the chest by an enemy bullet.
Before he died, he looked at you as if he were looking at the whole spring. "God... Sir..." "You must... take them... and go on..."
You looked at his lost luster and silently swallowed the pain in your throat. This was not the first "little soldier" you had seen.
Thousands of "little soldiers" have died in front of your eyes long ago. Their deaths are like invisible burdens, pressing on your head and spine, making your shoulders even heavier.
Day 44 of the war.
There is fatigue in the corners of your eyes, and your words become more silent. You have learned to hide yourself with a mask. Sometimes, you will retching in a deserted place. The pressure is so great that it makes you dizzy.
"Ugh... cough cough cough..." The cold water washed away your reflection. "It's a pity that you still can't drink."
After burying the soldier, your companion, Yue, patted your shoulder, and her silver hair brushed against your face like running water, tickling like pure white tail feathers.
You hear her voice word for word:
"It doesn't matter, I will wait until you can drink. At that time, no one is allowed to escape." Your eyelashes are trembling.
You looked at her face that was red from the aroma of wine and wanted to say something. Your companions have suffered too much during these times, whether it was malicious speculation or injuries in the war... They have been following you all the time. Going through so much pain.
You always feel that these mistakes are also yours.
Without you, these eight people are so strong and would not have to suffer this. What do you want to say?
For example, if I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have taken you with me, for example, I don’t want to learn to drink, for example, you should leave me as soon as possible, and don’t bear the burden of this anymore.
But you are speechless.
Yue's hand is on your shoulder, her expression is slightly drunk, but her eyes are firm
.
Just like... the lonely moon floating on the branches tonight, cold and resolute. She held your hand back with great force, passing on her courage to you.
It’s like she is using this powerful action to silently swear that she will always be with you. "..." In the end, your lips trembled:
"Okay." "No one is allowed to escape." You know it's over.
Completely finished.
Your eight companions have voluntarily refused to escape this barrier and have voluntarily shouldered all this pain. You can no longer push them away.
Being a savior is not that easy. You have deeply experienced the pain involved. But they already want to be by your side like moths flying to a flame. You cannot pull them out of the deep water.
And she just knocked her head gently on your shoulder and chuckled:
"Then you have to help me find a partner as soon as possible. I like beautiful and cute people. She can be weaker than me."
You hear your own trembling voice: "...God is not responsible for helping you lead the way." "...If you want it, just live on and find it yourself."
——Will you hear distant pleading? Sitting at the desk with flickering candlelight, you write in your diary.
[I often think, if someone cries, despairs, and dies in such a cruel world. Can my hand hold all of them who are on the verge of falling?]
[If I rest for one more minute, how many people will die in this minute because I am too late to rescue them? Will it cause a disaster because of my slightest slack?]
[The clock has become an inscription engraved in my skull. Every second I stop, I feel guilty for the burden on my body. I cannot breathe for a moment.]
[I cannot grieve endlessly, my head cannot look back, my eyes can only look forward.]
[Human beings are born with their precious empathy and dedication. I am proud that I have these, so,]
Your pen tip trembled, and a windbreaker was draped around your body, dispelling the coldness in the room.
The white-haired young man sat quietly on the small stool behind you and looked at you silently.
This companion is always silent and resolute. At the same time, his temperament is very stubborn. Even if you chase him away, he will eagerly run back and guard you.
You will often see him in the shadows. He is like a black knight holding a sharp sword. He escapes from the shadows and seldom disturbs your life, but always watches you.
"Linguang." You called him in a low voice.
He leans forward and uses this quiet gesture to show you that he is listening carefully.
"If one day I die, you are not allowed to die with me." You said: "You have to live until your life ends."
If among your eight companions, who has the deepest attachment to you, it is this person. All his emotions are based on you. If you die one day, he may die with you.
"No." Linguang also expressed his rejection in simple words. He rarely rejects you, and this time is an exception.
The flickering lights illuminated his lowered eyebrows, and the color of his pupils was very light, like mist-like clouds. The waves would roll when the wind blew, as if any emotion would be blown away from his pupils by the wind.
"I don't know what kind of person you will become if I die before you." You didn't look at his pained eyes: "I don't want to see you deteriorate, but I prefer you to live. "
You can probably guess how twisted he will become if you die and there is no hope anymore. But living is your only expectation for him. However, he just shakes his head.
"You will not die." He said: "If one day I am really forced into a desperate situation, I will stand in front of you until the last moment. You cannot die before me."
The tip of your pen trembled. You finished writing today’s diary. [So,]
[For them, I want to live.]
[No matter how painful it is and how much I bear, I still want to...live.] At this point, you stopped writing. Your life is no longer just for you.
If you die, thousands of lives will be affected by you, and they will lose their faith, shelter, leader, and even their lives.
You must live in pain until the end of the world. "Asa Akto..." "Asa Akto
... "
"Su Ming'an..." Su Ming'an was slightly startled.
Immersed in this memory and turbulent emotions, he almost forgot his own existence. Until he heard someone calling his name in a trance.
It's an illusion. People are just chanting Asa Aktor's name.
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