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Chapter 756: Chapter 753: "Pioneer Immortality (1)" (Update of the 30th)

"——Yasa Acto."

You heard someone calling you.

You opened your eyes, and under the azure sky, strands of clouds as white as snow were being crossed by flying birds. The expansive cityscape unfolded before you. Decaying finance buildings, commercial streets, office buildings, garden avenues... The scenery presented a modern technological style.

You looked down at your attire. Your clothes were extremely neat, a dark brown vest covered a long-sleeved white shirt, black trousers outlined your slender legs, and underneath were a pair of black leather shoes nearly free of dust. Even your hands bore no scars, showing no sign that you had just survived the Century Catastrophe.

A young man with white hair reached out his hand to you. His eyes and brows were handsome, his figure tall and straight, and on his face was a warm smile you had never seen before, like someone overwhelmed with joy to the point of tears.

"Yasa," he called your name.

Your mind was still a bit muddled.

At that moment, you heard the sound of trumpets from the sky, as if something was proclaiming the destiny of humanity. It kept repeating:

"——It is now January 1st of the 1st year after the Catastrophe."

"——It is now January 1st of the 1st year after the Catastrophe."

You finally came to.

Today was January 1st of the 1st year after the Catastrophe, everything had ended.

Children with eyes clouded in confusion, tall youths, old men with youthful faces... People were gathering on the streets, some blankly staring at the sky.

"Strange, what happened during the Century Catastrophe... It seems like it was a terrifying natural disaster...?" people murmured among themselves.

"I remember there being a volcanic eruption?"

"I remember the onset of a harsh winter?"

"It seems there were also storms... We nearly got wiped out..."

People looked around in confusion until a little girl turned her gaze toward you. Her bewildered expression changed as she recognized you.

"——Acto! You’re Acto, aren’t you?!"

She rushed over like the wind, taking your hand firmly in her soft one, as soft as a marshmallow.

You knew that everything before you was the memory of Acto, but you could feel the absolutely real sensations and emotions.

You were just a memory experiencer; you didn’t know what had happened during the Century Catastrophe. But you could sense that people’s looks toward you had changed. They had recognized you as Acto — the hero of humanity, Acto.

Everyone had a vague impression; you had saved them.

Another little boy ran up, with a shy smile, he slipped a ginkgo leaf wreath onto your wrist:

"I have a faint memory of it, it seems like you saved us... Thank you!"

You took a step back instinctively,

Countless gazes gathered upon you, they looked at you as one would look upon a statue of a deity, a living God. They expressed their gratitude profusely, blessing you, and some even knelt before you in a zealot’s fervor, murmuring doctrines you did not understand. They encircled you as if performing some unknown prayer.

"——Thank you for saving us!"

"——Our whole family is grateful to you!"

"——Please stay with us, please protect us with your strength; you can definitely keep us safe!"

You felt touched, yet also bewildered. You had always believed that humans should not be seen as deities, and excessive fanaticism is the cause of societal regression.

So you left that place.

Your body felt light, the strength you possessed was far greater than that of others; leaving was not difficult.

The young man with white hair — his name was Lin Guang. Lin Guang kept holding your hand tightly, remaining silent, following by your side.

In his eyes, there was a tranquility and freedom like that of the wind.

"I will always be with you." He vowed such.

...

[January 2nd of the 1st year after the Catastrophe]

This day, you met with your eight companions. It was said that you once fought side by side.

Though it was still winter, the wind carried a hint of spring.

"Teacher! I missed you so much!"

The first to embrace you was a girl with sandy-colored long hair. She appeared extremely young, her embrace soft and warm, with a scent of lotus flowers about her.

You knew, her name was Tretiya, a soul as fervent in love as a flame.

A youth with the stature of a golden retriever soon took hold of your right arm, competing for attention with Tretiya. They were positioned to the left and right, as if trying to divide you in two.

"Yasa, Yasa, shall we go see the flowers? After seeing the flowers, we can go to my place. I have a lot of pretty things, and after playing, we can watch my little white birds; they are so lively..." Noah snuggled against your arm, nuzzling it while cooing.

Your gaze swept past them — sandy-haired Tretiya, the silver-suited woman Moon, the blonde and blue-eyed Noah, the white-haired Lin Guang, the white-haired and blue-eyed Beili Sier, the blue-haired man Qi, the redhead Rong Yuan, and the black-haired, black-eyed Xi.

The brilliant sunlight shone on their youthful faces, and the grass at their feet was lush and verdant.

The year had just begun; Ta Wei hadn’t invaded yet, and you still had the days of spring. Tretiya suggested that everyone go on a trip together.

Joy and peace sprang from within you, you nodded and said, "Okay."

You enjoyed a wonderful travel experience together. You strolled by the riverbank, drank tea by the lotus pond, watched the sea and the sunset, visited the iron tower in the relics, went to the garden full of sunflowers...

What bothered you was, they all seemed to like you a lot, which made you feel as if you were playing a gal game. Your charm was too great; inexplicably, you had become the Sea King.

...

[Catastrophe Year 1 January 29]

Your journey had ended.

Because human destiny took a sharp turn for the worse, you couldn’t just ignore the wails of humanity.

The whispering of "Ta Wei" began to invade and granted humanity technology far too advanced. Unable to resist these powerful technological forces, humans began to snatch up this Pandora’s Box.

Infighting, unrestricted wars, factionalism... Many chose suicide.

There were environmentalists who couldn’t accept the worsening environment, pacifists unable to bear the unlimited wars, nativists who loathed alien technology, and a great many philosophers and artists who saw no hope of rescue. They all chose to end their lives.

Some people became so powerful they could move mountains and fill seas, some mastered technology capable of annihilating cities, and some mercilessly oppressed the weak and became the new era’s slave masters... Beneath the seemingly shiny "acceleration of civilization," there was an endless vista of destruction.

A new system of rights was born, and the deeply rooted old social system was brutally shattered.

History always advances at a normal pace. Once you accelerate the process, you’re hastening the extinction of humanity. If technology from the 31st century is wildly utilized in the 21st—just like bringing 21st century nuclear weapons to the ancient world of the 11th century.

Many scientists and politicians with a long-term vision tried to stop people from continuing to fight.

However, the Union Government had become nothing more than a name, assassinations were a dime a dozen, and those in the conference hall discussing world affairs today might be replaced by a new group of people tomorrow, debating red wine and beauties.

The world collapsed completely into chaos, as if a pair of blood-red eyes watched over this human civilization as it gradually stepped towards destruction and darkness.

"Everything’s gone, why did it come to this!"

"We were just at peace for a month, why, why..."

Crying and screaming were unceasing across the land.

You had seen a woman fall down in front of you, her makeup applied exquisitely, the red of her lips a shade you didn’t understand—she must have been a woman who loved beauty and knew her cosmetics well. But when a shell fell here, her face and neck were burned into a black hole, and no one could see her beauty ever again.

You had seen a child hiding in the flower bed, shivering. Just as you were about to reach out to help, the flowers and plants in the bed grew wildly, strangling him to death. When you turned around, it was a powerful individual with Plant Series abilities; the strong person’s ability to evolve required the blood of living beings, hence the strong person strangled the innocent child.

You felt angry and killed the strong person. But all you could do was fight fire with fire, and on this land cried a million other lives, whose calls for help you couldn’t hear.

You had seen many people who lost their homes, tremblingly walking under the bombardment of artillery fire and energy waves, holding hands, blankly staring at the pitch-black craters on the ground, kissing and embracing each other, then being affected, seriously injured, and finally perishing in the relentless chaos.

You never imagined that it would be human greed that would destroy humanity. The cruelty of humans far exceeded your expectations.

"Let’s form an alliance. I cannot ignore this," you said to your companions.

They agreed.

You made many attempts and efforts.

For example, forming alliances, using formidable individual combat power to stop wars; or uniting with surviving top scientists to create a technological defense line for humanity; or establishing sanctuaries, to control humanity from the perspective of order...

But all failed.

Greed, something not even the mightiest force could uproot.

...

[Apocalypse Year 1, February 26]

You leaned against the bed, the scent of lavender emanating from your pillow. You gazed upon yourself in the mirror, the dark circles under your eyes starkly apparent. Over the past dozen days, you had exerted too much effort and endured great hardship to protect humanity.

In the room bathed in a warm glow, a white-haired, blue-eyed youth was fiddling with a stone bowl in his lap, a pungent odor wafting from it. He set down the pestle and handed you the bowl, the blue of his pupils like the azure sea in a biting wind.

"Drink it, are you still having insomnia?" Beili Sier said.

You took the bowl, the spicy medicinal scent assaulting your nostrils, and you sneezed, "I don’t want to drink it."

In these twenty-some days, many had come to know—you had formed an alliance. More and more people joined your cause, seeing you as a leader. They were hoping that you could lead them out of this unending quagmire.

They called you—Hero, Deity, the incarnation of the World’s Will.

You didn’t like these titles, so you kept silent. However, the number of people who addressed you thus only grew; in the apocalypse, people always needed an emotional leader that could fully convince them, and you had to take that place.

So, you accepted it.

Whatever it took, being a god or the incarnation of the World’s Will—whatever could make them persist, whatever could help more people survive, let you become that hollow figure solidified upon the idol.

"Medicine isn’t supposed to taste good." Beili Sier said.

His cool hand gently wiped your pale cheek. He always emitted a pleasant medicinal fragrance.

You had everything—fame, faith, power, strength. At your beck and call, a throng of believers would march toward death for you. By simply speaking a few words with someone, that person would easily offer their loyalty to you. Yet, sleep was what you most craved, and the slightest deep slumber could easily startle you awake.

Beili Sier watched your eyes intently, his profile shaded by the blood-red sunlight filtering through the curtains—the sun had already begun to change color.

"Sleep," Beili Sier said. "My body is steeped in herbs that induce sleep, not to make you find them unpleasant."

He fed you the medicine and tucked you in.

"Yasa, you’re afraid—afraid that all you’ve done will be for naught, afraid of disappointing them, afraid someone will die. But... you don’t have to take them so to heart." His voice was like a babbling brook, the tone forever carrying the clarity of youth.

Beili Sier’s mindset was always relaxed; he did not treasure the fate of humanity as much as you did. Sometimes, you felt he was like a breeze, caring for nothing but his herbs and mechanical trinkets.

His actions were always gentle, sometimes sarcastic, but most often they catered to your wishes.

"People must move forward. Whether it is a responsibility or a shackle, I will not hesitate. Whatever their views of me, whether exalted or despised, contemptuous or not, it makes no difference to me," you said.

"If you truly believe that, then I will always be with you," Beili Sier said. "You’ll give them everything."

"What can I give them?" you scoffed, recalling an instance when you rescued someone, only for them to loudly berate you, ’Acto must have done something disgraceful during the Century Catastrophe, which led to the invasion of Ta Wei’.

You shook your head, closed your eyes, and murmured:

"Hatred?"

"Pain?"

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