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Chapter 624 - 621: "Remember Me.

Chapter 624: Chapter 621: "Remember Me.

An army emerged from the ruins’ corner, led by a blond man with eyes like a hunting falcon.

"Kunir, this is the territory of Beacon Shelter. How can you kill people forcibly?" Qiu Li protected Su Ming’an and shouted loudly.

"Hmph..." Kunir sneered, "Citizen H-1928, Liero, his parents are devout believers of the deity. I was merely punishing a rebellious child who ran away from home."

"You are overstepping your boundaries! We had agreed not to interfere with each other; your Deity Sect should not step into our Faithless Sect!" Qiu Li’s face flushed red.

"What Faithless Sect... You Beacon also have people who heed the deity’s voice. Everyone is the same." Kunir sneered, looking at Su Ming’an, "Who is this? He has no Source in him. Are you picking up such ’trash’ from the outside again? Always sheltering the weak, wasting resources, no wonder your Beacon Shelter is barely surviving."

"He’s not trash—he’s a scholar from thirty years ago; he must be very powerful!" Qiu Li shouted loudly.

Kunir’s cold gaze swept over Su Ming’an and lingered for a while on the name badge on his chest.

"Scholar." Kunir’s tone remained cold; "Indeed a precious person, but what use is he? Can human wisdom really compete with a deity?"

"What can he teach—build robots? Create bionics? Or maybe conjure an artificial intelligence? Technology from thirty years ago, you think it compares to the blessings given by the deity these years? That’s laughable!!" A man in a bulletproof vest next to Kunir laughed heartily.

Qiu Li’s cheeks reddened with anger.

Su Ming’an felt speechless. When a person had reached a high enough position, any vulgar words were like wind past his ears.

These people’s level was far below that of those sprayers on the forums; they needed more practice.

In the live stream, the audience’s comments were a mix of giggles and laughs:

[Hmm, no comparison, no comparison, Su Ming’an is ahead of you guys by a thousand years.]

[I saw those robots by the roadside; their movements are stiff, nowhere near as good as the City of Measurement, Su Ming’an’s three major technologies completely outclassed them by several eras.]

[So many are courting death, this Kaius Tower is more interesting than the City of Measurement, one face-slapper after another, I love it.]

[What is that Lin Guang? Although freakish, but the white hair, I can.]

[I can’t, XP freedom but build medical.]

[Qiu Li feels like Ms. Lin Yin, the healing lady we teamed up with before. Just as bold, just as cheerful, truly a joy bringer.]

...

Suddenly, the body of the young Liero on the ground began to emit white light spots. These light spots flowed through the air and merged into Kunir, who was sneering.

A moment later, Kunir’s aura seemed to strengthen slightly.

Watching this scene, Su Ming’an suddenly understood why humans fought so fiercely against each other.

...Killing another person allows one to gain the "Source" from their body.

This is like locking everyone in a poisoned cage. To grow stronger, people could either willingly listen to the Whispering of Ta Wei or kill anyone around them.

Kunir turned and left, not caring in the least that they had shot a young man.

Qiu Li crouched down, reached out, and closed the young man’s eyes.

A moment later, the young man’s eyelids shut, and he lay quietly with his eyes closed. Apart from a wound on his forehead, he appeared as if he were deep in sleep.

"Life is so fleeting. When a person dies, nothing is left behind..."

Tears shimmered in Qiu Li’s eyes.

After a moment of silence, she said to Su Ming’an, "Let’s go."

On the ground, the boy’s body had disintegrated into scattered white light, drifting in the air. After the "Source" left the body, the entire person disintegrated with the cold wind, not even leaving behind any ashes.

Born in the cold wind, died in the long wind.

Watching this scene, Qiu Li said blankly:

"Little Handsome."

"I don’t want to die."

"Why suddenly say this?" Su Ming’an was surprised.

"One day... I won’t die like this too, right? Silently, forgotten by everyone." Qiu Li said, "I’m just an ordinary member of Beacon, if one day I die..."

"I’ll remember you." Su Ming’an said.

Qiu Li’s speech was interrupted, and she was stunned for a moment.

"Hmm." She nodded, "Little Handsome, you will remember me..."

...

"Ding-dong!"

[NPC (Qiu Li) Favorability: 80+10 (Friendship Line)]

...

They walked towards the direction of the shelter.

The noise was unending, with truck horns honking, motorcycles buzzing, and a tumultuous crowd of voices that swelled and intertwined, making one’s eardrums throb.

People seemed to have gathered, standing in the outside square, arranged in a line by the army.

"...What are they doing?" Qiu Li stood still.

"Bang!" A gunshot echoed, followed by a low murmur of shock from the people.

Blood soaked into the soil, the air filled with the metallic scent of blood.

"This is the price of disrespecting the Gods and learning knowledge on your own!"

On the platform, an executioner with dark gray hair spoke loudly. At his feet lay a child, covered in blood.

"This child pretended to be a Believer to infiltrate the City of Gods, peeking at the sealed-off knowledge! Today I execute him at the entrance of your Sanctuary to warn you—do not pry into things that do not belong to you!" the executioner said with a cold, blood-stained smirk.

At the sight of the child, Qiu Li’s eyes were about to split open with rage, and she madly tried to rush forward, but Su Ming’an held her back.

"What are you doing?" Su Ming’an asked.

"That’s my brother! My own brother—they’ve killed my kin!"

Qiu Li’s voice was close to breaking, her eyes bloodshot.

Su Ming’an saw her eyes—there was a sheer desperation.

Qiu Li was so infuriated that she did not realize why Su Ming’an, who possessed no Source, could restrain her.

"Didn’t you say we couldn’t defy the Gods? It’s the command of the God’s Agent; you can’t rush forward." Su Ming’an said calmly.

"That’s my brother!"

"Yes, I understand," Su Ming’an said.

He knew she was angry, but now was not the time to act.

The world was terrible.

But this terrible world was the one he intended to change.

Even if he could kill all these people, it would only bring catastrophe. The conditions weren’t yet comprehensive enough for a full-on war.

Hearing Su Ming’an’s words, Qiu Li painfully stopped in her tracks.

She inhaled deeply and exhaled, attempting to vent all her anger and sadness in this way. Moments later, she steadied herself with a support of a utility pole, forcing herself to stand upright.

Looking at the calm expression on Su Ming’an’s face, Qiu Li realized that she might never have seen him show any sign of emotional disturbance.

Even when facing Lin Guang.

"You’re always so composed, Su," Qiu Li said. "Were people thirty years ago all this composed?"

"I’m a bit special," Su Ming’an said.

Qiu Li blinked.

She shifted her gaze, blankly staring at the crowd that was gradually dispersing:

"I actually knew that this day would come eventually."

"My brother... he always liked those cutting-edge technologies, but the high-end technologies blessed by the Gods are controlled by their camp. A non-believer could never get close. So, he pretended to be a Believer and risked his life..."

"He knew he would die, but he preferred to satisfy his thirst for knowledge before dying."

"He went to learn, embracing certain death."

In the end, he fell on the platform of execution.

If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in peace in the evening.

Qiu Li walked towards the blood-soaked platform.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The body turned into white light, scattering in the air, and she closed her eyes as if to embrace these light particles.

The white light disappeared, and the platform was silent.

"Su," she said softly, "one day..."

Su Ming’an stepped onto the platform.

Under the sky blended with cyan and magenta, the black-haired girl stood in the shaky dusk, tears welling up yet standing firm, her slender figure positioned amidst a pool of blood, as if declaring war on Destiny.

"Su, do you know why our Sanctuary is called Beacon?" Qiu Li asked. "Our leader will lead us... to a ’new century’ without Gods."

"People fear the night because it gets much colder than during the day...it is cold enough to freeze a person to death. Terrifying Exotic Beasts become active, and many temporary settlements like Zone Eleven are destroyed."

"But the leader, he is the unextinguishable Beacon in our eyes. As long as we stay with him, following him, we will always have a future."

Su Ming’an listened to her voice.

From her hopeful words, one could imagine a Beacon leader who was wise, intelligent, filled with courage and decisiveness, and had an immense leadership charm.

Through the cold wind, he saw the bustling scene inside the Beacon Sanctuary.

Motorcycles speeding past, trucks carrying supplies, people dressed in padded jackets, sentinels stationed at checkpoints...

Supplies required Points to exchange, entering the Sanctuary required identity verification, everyone had warm clothing, and there were no frozen bodies by the roadside.

The Sanctuary was bustling with people coming and going, orderly.

Qiu Li stood in the wind, her black hair lifting with the breeze, like ink on paper, spreading ethereally but gently.

She did not forget that what she stood on was her brother’s fresh blood.

She slightly lifted her feet, the remaining bloodsticking to the soles of her shoes.

"No matter if a high-level civilization harbors malicious intents or good intentions, this world—does not need deities," she said.

A Demon Fox mask was attached to her cheek, and on the back of the mask, there was a small blessing, "Sister must survive safely"—those were the words her brother had written before he left.

She removed the mask and stared at those words.

"If we want to preserve the fireseed of humanity, we cannot submit to the higher civilization above us. One day... I will knock it off its pedestal and realize the world we dream of."

As she said this, she suddenly laughed.

That smile was more magnificent than a cluster of the most exquisite flowers. It was the most beautiful smile Su Ming’an had seen on her since he met her.

"From now on."

"...no one will fear the coming night."

"This is our philosophy... and also, my personal wish."

She slightly turned her face, her clear eyes reflecting this magenta land.

"Xiaoshuai," she said, "Is our philosophy too far-fetched?"

"No," Su Ming’an said, "It’s very good."

Qiu Li wiped away her tears.

"Xiaoshuai, I know you must be very capable, the Sanctuary really lacks scholars like you."

"..."

"I haven’t made many friends before," Qiu Li smiled, "but there is a quality about you that draws people in, you... are the first friend I’ve made this year."

Su Ming’an, helpless, knew it was all because of his charm value.

"When we get back, I’ll show you my studio," Qiu Li lifted her chin, her eyes bright, "I really like to paint, although everyone says it’s useless, but I love it, I always feel that it’s only when I’m holding a paintbrush that I truly live; the rest of the time, I merely move to maintain bodily functions. Living just to live, that would be too boring, right?"

Su Ming’an was a bit surprised, what a wonderful philosophy.

Unexpectedly, a girl he had casually met held such thoughts.

Qiu Li clenched the mask in her hands, she turned around with a laugh, facing him, "You probably don’t like the name ’Xiaoshuai,’ I won’t call you that anymore. Do you want a last name? You seem to have forgotten many things, from now on I can cover for you..."

"Well, I think..." Su Ming’an said.

Just then, Qiu Li took a step forward.

"Hmm?" Su Ming’an looked at her as she suddenly came closer.

Her expression became blank, as if she had seen something unimaginable. In less than half a second, that expression gradually turned to despair.

She seemed to want to turn and run, but ultimately, she stood her ground.

A moment later, her always-smiling lips forced out an ugly, small smile.

"It’s still... come to this day," she said.

Su Ming’an was about to turn his head—

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

Qiu Li’s figure fell toward him.

She leaned on his shoulder, a moist sensation brushed across his cheek.

It was blood.

The fresh red blood spurted from her forehead, splashed all over his face, with a searing pain.

"Xiaoshuai."

Her voice was almost a breath, barely audible.

"...remember me."

She could not say any more.

The Demon Fox mask fell to the ground, breaking in half, and the bright red ropes scattered like dead crimson butterflies.

Su Ming’an didn’t move, quietly maintaining his posture, until her body gradually turned into nothingness.

A white light rose from her body and surged toward behind him.

...

"One day... I may also die this way. Silent, forgotten by all."

"Life, so fleeting."

...

He turned around.

The shooter was wearing goggles, his brilliant hair blowing in the wind.

Qiu Li had been shot dead.

—It was only then that Su Ming’an noticed that within the white light that Qiu Li transformed into, there was a tinge of blood-red.

He suddenly understood—why Qiu Li’s eyes always seemed blurred and her memory vague.

...

["The higher our ’Assimilation Rate’ with the Deity, the more prone we are to mental confusion. We call this symptom the missing disease, meaning—losing oneself and becoming someone completely different. The infected must be killed promptly, or they will infect others."]

[After they die, their bodies emit a blood-red light.]

...

[Young Marshal.]

[I don’t want to die...]

...

[If I die, will you remember me?]

...

She had long known she would die.

And it would be soon.

It just so happened that today was the day she was discovered.

When she had just made new friends, when she had just begun to dream about her life.

Shooting Qiu Li was not a problem, it was "correct." The Missers would infect others and must be eradicated promptly; the shooter was not at fault.

She just... lived in a rather turbulent era.

And then... contracted a rather severe disease.

Under the magenta twilight, the shooter’s beige hair swayed with a halo of red light, blending into the slowly setting sun.

The muzzle floated with smoke as the shooter removed her goggles, revealing a pair of deep blue eyes. She was a beautiful, dignified woman.

Upon seeing Su Ming’an, the woman curled up a smile.

Suddenly, she threw off the heavy protective gear from her body and lunged forward like embracing the sun—towards Su Ming’an.

Su Ming’an stared intently at the woman’s face.

The shooter was—

the woman from conference number two, Tretiya’s likeness.

But in reality, they could never meet.

"Teacher!"

The woman with the beige hair rushed to his side, calling out this title.

Through the howling cold wind, Su Ming’an suddenly realized.

Ten gathering places, the oppressed Zone Eleven.

...Ten Upper Towns, Doomsday City.

Deity.

...Ta Wei.

In that moment, he suddenly remembered the history of the City of Measurement that he learned about in the Sanctuary.

...

[If a new era is to replace the old, bloody conflicts are inevitable. In history, the rise of the hero Yasa Acto of Doomsday City must not have been smooth sailing. If Acto wanted to change the previous human rule and fully entrust humanity to the Dawn System, he would undoubtedly face strong backlash from the former ruling class.]

[That era, that period... It must have been one filled with passionate, revolutionary blood and fire.]

[Human governance versus mechanical rule, the transition of eras, the conflict between Keepers of Secrets and Traitors, city-state rule versus outskirt surveillance, military and faction clashes... Sacrifices and idealists were numerous; heroes emerged.]

[He armed the abandoned ’lower-class groups’ with discarded metal resources and intelligent technology from the last century, forcefully starting a counterattack.]

[Yasa Acto was victorious, he won the ’Dawn War’.]

[This struggle for freedom lasted forty years.]

[—Starting in the 32nd year after the catastrophe, ending in the 72nd year after the catastrophe.]

...

Su Ming’an slightly, slightly shifted his gaze—

He saw a bright red banner fluttering on a nearby ruined building.

The characters twisted and askew, as if soaked in countless people’s blood, sketching out fervent flames and blood.

...

[32 years after humanity’s catastrophe]

[89% of human lands lost]

...

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