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Chapter 670: Chapter 667 - "I hope to see a joyful expression on your face.

Su Ming’an was slightly taken aback, "Hmm?"

"Today is December 30th in the 48th year after the Catastrophe. Tomorrow is our ’Fuyuan Festival’ here, which lasts for over half a month," Rin said. "People will set off fireworks, hang red cloths, and give out laces. The red laces represent victory. Yellow stands for safety and smoothness. Green is given by the elderly to the young, symbolizing earnest hopes. White is the blessing from those who are about to pass away to others."

Su Ming’an spread out the lace, which Rin had woven beautifully.

Rin hung the lace on his belt, "Once you receive a lace, you must wear it on your waist. If the person who gave you the lace dies, you should hang the lace on your wrist until the next Fuyuan Festival."

"Then when I return, wouldn’t I have to hang hundreds of laces on my waist?"

"I look forward to that scene, beloved City Lord," Rin gazed at him. "I wish you all the best, safety, and smoothness. More than winning wars, I hope that you stay alive."

"...Okay," Su Ming’an said, "Happy Fuyuan Festival."

He hadn’t expected that in the end, he would be spending the New Year with Rin.

The truck sped across the sandy terrain, and the number of passing vehicles gradually increased, with fluttering laces hanging from rearview mirrors, like suspended rainbows.

Decorations representing the festival hung from eaves. People’s belts were adorned with colorful laces, and some even hung silver bells and medicine pouches, creating a "jingle" sound as they walked.

Along the way, Su Ming’an didn’t know how many embracing mothers and daughters, fathers and sons, or hand-holding couples he saw.

—With doomsday looming, people might not have a tomorrow, so they shared their last affections in life.

Wars permeated the entire world, with millions of deaths daily. If human civilization were to end in the 48th year after the Catastrophe, one wondered what kind of new era would succeed this barren land.

Compared to the lifespan of this land, the dazzling history of mankind was all too short and insignificant.

"Crackle—" The car radio continued broadcasting:

[Next up, we will broadcast live from the warfront. We will connect with the leader of the Vanguard Army "Dawn Army," Su Rin—beep beep... Commander Su Rin, can you hear us? Could you describe the situation at the warfront for us?]

Su Ming’an perked up.

"Crackle—" A strong current of electricity crackled through the radio, and after a moment, a cold voice, definitely Su Rin’s, came through:

"Still doing a live broadcast? Have the leaders of Doomsday City gone mad? Acto’s life and death are uncertain, and you all still have the mood for this. I bet those who’ll turn to Ta Wei in a few decades are you bunch of incompetents—"

"Click"— The broadcast was cut off in time, and the reporter’s somewhat embarrassed voice came through: [Ah, it seems the commander isn’t very keen on being interviewed... um, we have breaking news to interject.]

[The supreme leader of the Freedom Faction, City Lord Yasa Acto of Doomsday City, has entered negotiations in the City of Gods. He has secured us a full fourteen hours of buffer time. The next nuclear explosion will not occur. Please stay calm, citizens.]

[Perhaps we should reflect whether or not there is a difference between bionic beings and humans. This illustrious City Lord has brought us to this point where we confront the deities head-on. Shouldn’t we consider whether this land belongs only to the race known as ’humankind’...]

Su Ming’an closed his eyes slightly.

"Young handsome, everyone now knows that you delayed the nuclear explosion for us," Rin noticed that Su Ming’an was in a bad mood. "Look, three hours have passed, and the next nuclear explosion never happened. Maybe we really can win."

"...Right," Su Ming’an’s complexion was awful, as oxygen deprivation and blood loss from his real body were affecting him.

He coughed and looked out the window.

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed outside the window, causing his scalp to prickle with an intense sense of panic that gripped his brain.

"—Lin Guang is outside the vehicle!" He quickly scrambled to the door, raising the muzzle of the Honor Hunting Rifle.

"What?" Sen hit the accelerator hard in fright, immediately speeding up.

Su Ming’an stared nervously at the figure outside, Lin Guang was wearing a white robe today, seemingly getting closer and closer...

He gripped the rifle tightly, his fingers turning pale.

But the moment he blinked, Lin Guang’s figure abruptly vanished. Startled, he could no longer see Lin Guang.

The calm voice of AI Yeah sounded: [Doctor, I have not detected any signs of life. You must have seen wrong.]

Su Ming’an was slightly taken aback.

"...Seen wrong?"

He leaned against the window glass, the Honor Hunting Rifle in his hand slowly drooping.

His palm pressed over his heart where a dampness-tinged, lingering ache persisted. He was all too familiar with this sensation, which nearly caused him to faint whenever he felt down.

"Doctor, you should rest now. Your mental state has suffered irreparable damage," AI Yeah reminded.

Next to him, Xi looked at him with a worried expression, while Xia Sheng also turned his head from the front row.

With a flash of white light from his fingers, three red and white capsules materialized at his fingertips. These pills didn’t cost Points; he had made some back in the lab.

It was the final battle, and he couldn’t let his mental state affect his decision-making.

The more often these "Type-2 Spirit Capsules" were used in a short period, the better their healing effect. As for side effects, such as nausea, vomiting, headaches, and blunt emotions, those were symptoms he could overcome.

Ten minutes later, Su Ming’an definitely felt that the colors in his vision had brightened.

In his ears, Xi’s muttering voice continued, her voice had a silk-like texture.

"Little handsome, I wish you peace and joy," Xi grasped his cold hand tightly, "I wish you peace and joy..."

She kept repeating, her eyebrows drooping as if she was on the verge of crying.

Perhaps more than forty years ago during the Century Catastrophe, Acto also recklessly brought himself to the brink of death.

"I’m fine," Su Ming’an’s voice was even more hoarse.

"..." Xi did not speak.

Not far away, the tall buildings of Doomsday City were faintly visible, standing tall like giants beneath the blood sun, staunchly upholding a safe zone.

The entrance was bustling with vehicles coming and going, each one’s exterior stained with blood, filled with Origin Stones exchanged for lives.

"City Lord, we are almost there," Xia Sheng turned back and said to Su Ming’an.

"Hmm," Su Ming’an responded.

Xia Sheng glanced to the side, "Sen, I will need to pass my work to you, sorry for the trouble."

"We don’t need to talk about troubles between us. Back in the day at the Beacon gathering place, you were my most trusted right hand," Sen said with a smile as he held the steering wheel. His thick black eyebrows lifted slightly and his somewhat aged face bore a smile pure of any impurities, "After the war ends, this old soldier who has been with you for sixteen years is due to retire. How do you plan to place them?"

Xia Sheng said, "I think, as we enter a time of peace, the city-state will need a group of guardians to maintain order."

"That sounds good," Sen replied, "They are well-suited to be guardians. What will we call this guardian force?"

The truck began to slow down, heading towards the city gate. There was a low mound where the truck halted, where people gathered the Origin Stones and took away injured soldiers.

Xia Sheng pondered for a moment and then suddenly saw a majestic eagle swooping down from the sky.

So noble, so heroic.

Xia Sheng’s eyes lit up.

"This guardian army will be called— ’Hawk Hound.’ I am the first retired old soldier of the Hawk Hounds," Xia Sheng declared.

Su Ming’an was taken aback for a moment.

Xia Sheng turned his head, looking towards Su Ming’an.

"City Lord, may I have the naming rights for the twins? I regard them as my children, and I will leave my wealth to them and Cheng Luohe," Xia Sheng asked.

"You can," Su Ming’an said.

Xia Sheng closed his eyes, contemplating for a second:

"They were born just a few days ago, born before the dawn in winter. The torch passed from one to another, the sun about to rise...

Let’s name them Dong Xu and Xu Dong, fitting with my name as well," Xia Sheng decided.

Su Ming’an was slightly taken aback.

"I heard that the deceased parents of the twins were once your students. I hope... that they too will someday work in the lab and contribute to humanity," Xia Sheng said.

"...Perhaps they will," Su Ming’an replied.

This year marks the end of the 48th year since the Catastrophe, and Dong Xu and Xu Dong were just born.

The lab’s date was the 72nd year of the Catastrophe, they were just... 23 years old. It matched the data perfectly.

Xia Sheng gave a wry smile.

He took a piece of black stationery and stuffed it into Su Ming’an’s palm.

Then, grabbing his gun, he suddenly turned and walked towards the outskirts of the city, his posture erect and every step in a straight line.

Upright, steady, a soldier’s determination. These were the symbols etched onto Xia Sheng. Sacrificing for humanity, battling against the deities—it was a theme almost ingrained in his bones.

"Hey, Little Xia, where are you going?" Eve hopped off the chariot.

"I’m going... home."

Xia Sheng chuckled, facing the gradually sinking twilight, and left without looking back.

The blood-red sunlight spilled over his shoulders, and the vivid red cape behind him rose with the wind, still as red as flowing flames.

Su Ming’an knew where Xia Sheng was headed.

Su Ming’an turned and walked towards the city, counting a hundred numbers under his breath. Afterward, he heard a gunshot, brief and sharp, like the final screech of a hawk.

"Bang!"

Su Ming’an closed his eyes briefly and started towards the strategic command center of Doomsday City.

...

[Xia Sheng (10th year of the Catastrophe—48th year of the Catastrophe)]

...

In front of the office desk, Su Ming’an turned on his personal terminal.

Xia Sheng’s rebirth wasn’t a miracle, but rather, he was reconstructed by the deity faction, forcibly implanted with a chip, with the intent of transforming him into a spy.

Back then, Su Ming’an instantly realized something was wrong with Xia Sheng. However, before he could point it out, Xia Sheng opted to settle his affairs on his way back and took his own life outside of the city.

A revolutionary dies bravely, Xia Sheng was a hero.

Everyone who sacrificed for this era is a hero.

He closed his personal terminal, ready to head to the front lines.

"City Lord."

Sen stood at the entrance.

Su Ming’an noticed the fluttering blood-red cape behind Sen.

"I’d like to propose the establishment of a new organization after the war to complement the Hawk Hound. If the Hawk Hound manages the order of the core area of the city-state, the new organization would take care of the peripheral order," said Sen. "If you don’t oppose, I will make preparations as soon as the war ends."

Su Ming’an asked, "The name of the organization?"

"Vanguard Legion," answered Sen Kylstia.

Su Ming’an looked up.

At that moment, he felt as though he were seeing two separate strands of history, click, connect at once.

As if hearing the ticking of a clock, he slightly parted his lips and said:

"Approved."

In his vision, under the blood-colored sunset, Sen’s vibrant cape seemed to flutter like intense, rolling flames. He seemed to see a fire burning in Sen Kylstia’s eyes.

Hawk Hound and Vanguard Legion... it turned out they were partnering organizations that maintained the internal and external security of the city-state.

By Su Ming’an’s hand was the black piece of stationery that Xia Sheng gave him finally.

A few sparse words, yet they symbolized a person’s entire life.

...

[City Lord, I must depart before losing control.]

[If possible, please look after my junior, Cheng Luohe, he’s a very talented sniper.]

[Please look after the children I adopted, Dong Xu and Xu Dong as they grow.]

[Of course, your life should be longer than theirs, more profound than everyone else’s.]

[In my lifetime, I saved 3006 people, but it’s the first time I’ve met someone like you. Sixteen years ago, when I met you for the first time in the underground passage, you saved me, even if you were not Acto from the Century Catastrophe, to me, you were a person who brought miracles. You have given humanity their own piece of sky.]

[I’ve noticed that you seem to be quite dissatisfied with yourself. But please do not belittle yourself, you are greater than Yasa Acto to me, more revered than to Yao Wen and others. Your faith is humanity’s precious treasure, and your will is the beacon guiding humankind forward. I am willing to acknowledge you as the Lighthouse for the Freedom Faction.]

[You are unique.]

[Not as a "City Lord," not as a "Doctor," not as "Yasa Acto."]

[Perhaps in the future, you will go to many places and meet many people, but please do not forget the journey you have traveled... There was a group of people who huddled for warmth in the cold winter, who lit beacons through the long night, who persevered towards dawn in the darkness before dawn.]

[——If you are there, I believe that these people will definitely see tomorrow.]

[If you are there, no more people will die like me before dawn. They shall have a more splendid future.]

[If you are there, all miracles can happen.]

[I hope to see a happy expression on your face, and on the faces of many more people. I hope children’s dreams will no longer contain gunfire.]

[In that case, I am willing to end my life here.]

[If you can remember us and extend this sentiment into the far-reaching next century.]

[...]

[——Then I wholeheartedly wish you a memory resting place blossoming with flowers.]

...

[Xia Sheng, at 4:23 PM on December 30th of the 48th year of the Catastrophe, penned his last words.]

...

Su Ming’an looked down.

Like Luna, Xia Sheng was still concerned about his state of mind in his last moments.

They told him—that even if everyone around him passed away, he must carry on.

Deep within the letter, mixed in was a white bell charm that Xia Sheng had given him, which he fastened to his wrist.

"Rustle rustle..."

In the empty room, the charm and bell made a sound like snowflakes dancing in the air.

"Cough——!"

He suddenly coughed, and a glaring pool of blood appeared on the tabletop.

In that moment, his body felt extremely cold, and his condition in his original body was deteriorating due to the blood loss.

"Where are you all..."

His words came out halfway then he swallowed the rest.

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