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Chapter 757 - 754: "Pioneer Immortality (2)" (Mo Di Zi, Nonsense Ah Nonsense Alliance Hierarch added 4k)

Chapter 757: Chapter 754: "Pioneer Immortality (2)" (Mo Di Zi, Nonsense Ah Nonsense Alliance Hierarch added 4k)

Day 37 of the war.

You gradually realize that war is an unending wildfire. Once ignited, it’s hard to stop the burning. "Revenge" and "Ambition" grow like thistles, only ceasing when every enemy is slaughtered, comforting the souls of the departed.

— If one day you encounter the enemy who killed your loved ones, would anyone lay down their arms for the sake of "peace"?

— If you meet a merciless mass murderer, would anyone voluntarily accept execution for the belief in "no more war"?

Because you understand these things, you know that the war can no longer be stopped.

Artillery fire rages, corpses are strewn everywhere, lives are torn apart like shredded paper, and only gunfire, roars, cries, and the wicked laughter of frauds remain on the scarred earth.

"— Now I am a hero too! I am a hero!"

"— Kill! Kill! You killed my family, and you still think of stopping the war?!"

"— The world is mine! I have turned the tables! I am no longer a vagrant, I am the king of this world!!"

People no longer try to stop the war because no one can break free from it.

You become more and more silent, more and more indifferent—because you know you cannot answer those distant cries for help, except to add more emotional burdens to yourself, unable to reach out to them.

You begin researching the technologies of Mechanics, Biochemistry, and Artificial Intelligence in the Three Domains, intent on saving humanity fundamentally through scientific advancements.

"[Humans always crave what they don’t deserve. They envy me, admire me, yet they don’t know... the price that must be paid for such great power.]"

This is what you write in your journal.

Some envy your Wisdom, others resent your Strength, and still others fear the massive following you command. Some begin to slander you, and there are those who even believe you brought this disaster upon them.

Because you stand atop the summit of humanity, everyone feels free to denigrate you—it’s only natural.

You are not saddened.

"[If loving me brings them confidence, let them love. If hating me helps them survive, let them hate to their heart’s content.]"

Civilization is the only thing that matters.

...

"Now, with factions divided and many having established their own nations and become local tyrants, the Kercha Nation has rejected our alliance invitation," Xi reports as she presents the information before you: "Their leader says the lives of commoners are of no concern to him; he just wants more territory and gold."

Her black hair is tied up high with a red string, her ponytail swishes in the light, accentuating her clean, jade-like profile.

Those pitch-black eyes of hers, when they gaze at you, always remind you of light in the darkness.

To you, Xi seems more like a peer, even though you’re the youngest among the Nine Thrones. Yet, everyone instinctively ignores your youth, regarding you highly.

Only she interacts with you like a friend among equals.

You rub your temples, your eyes bloodshot: "Understood."

"Aren’t you going to read their demands for extortion?" Xi asks.

"No need, I don’t understand this stuff," you reply.

Your voice is exceedingly calm, like the wind that has suddenly ceased. Only in front of your companions do you shed your hardened armor and show a bit of softness.

Suddenly, with a "snap," her hand lands on the desk in front of you.

She leans forward, peering at you as you sit in your chair, those obsidian-like eyes so close you can barely hear her breathing.

You can even catch the scent of lemons from her hair, and the jingle of the bell on her wrist is especially clear.

"Then go and learn, learn diplomacy, learn about mechanics," she tells you while looking into your eyes: "You are the strongest of humans, the hero in everyone’s blurred memory, only you are most suited to lead them."

Her pitch-black pupils are profoundly deep, her face devoid of the sly fox-like cunning and smiles.

"Yasa, no matter what the future holds, I will face it with you. That’s a promise," she says.

If one could describe life in terms of a liquid, she would be like a flowing stream of life at this moment, filled with glass-like clarity and fluidity.

Life always seemed to burst forth vibrantly from her.

"...I’ll learn," you said.

You knew that only with ample knowledge and social skills could you lead more people to survive.

You walked with her to the gingko tree, staring blankly into the distance. You noticed the sky had darkened, the sun turning a bloody red, like a clump of coagulated blood hanging in the air.

Suddenly, you turned your head to look at the gingko leaves rustling and falling in the woods—

"The wind is picking up," you murmured to yourself.

"The night was so quiet, yet the wind rises during the day..."

You stood quietly in place.

As if your soul had wandered elsewhere.

...

After that, you threw yourself into various studies, voraciously absorbing knowledge like your life depended on it.

You gave speeches, built your power, stopped wars, developed basic manufacturing, and agriculture, constructed sanctuaries, and held talks with the Union Government...

You no longer formed overly close bonds with anyone, as this would only bring disaster to those you cared about.

"As long as life takes root in the soil, it will try its best to bloom."

Because of your strength and your infectious spirit, people gradually came to follow you, to fight for you. They would go through fire and water for you, offer their loyalty to you.

For some reason, you felt—as if you were a drowning man tied to a rock, ropes binding your limbs, continuously sinking deeper into the sea. Blood flowed from the body of humankind, locking around your legs, rising gradually over your head and neck.

Countless souls brushed past you, casting all kinds of looks. Regret, hatred, joy, fear, satisfaction... You seemed to be embracing the sorrow of the entire human civilization.

You walked in a world that was gradually losing its vitality, your flowing black hair encountering the scorching warm wind.

This month, you waged a massive war to subdue those local tyrants.

"Is it your first time experiencing such a battle, can you adapt?" you glanced at the green-faced soldiers.

"Adapt... I can adapt!" the young soldier’s face flushed with excitement, and he swore solemnly to you, "I will continue to fight, fight for you until the very last moment, Deity!"

Hearing the title "Deity," you sighed internally but did not deny it.

"Clear skies, a world reborn, spring is such a joyful time. But it’s still chilly in the spring; we need to hold on a little longer." You glanced at the somewhat withering spring flowers around you, curling your lips slightly, then they quickly drooped again.

"Yes! Deity!" The young soldier didn’t notice your sadness and continued to pledge his allegiance to you.

You nodded and paid it no mind.

days later, the young soldier kept his promise. While rescuing a mother and daughter from beneath the ruins, the young soldier was shot through the chest by an enemy bullet.

Before dying, he looked at you as if looking upon an entire spring.

"Deity... Sir..."

"You must... take them... forward..."

You watched his eyes lose their shine, silently swallowing the bitterness in your throat.

This wasn’t the first "young soldier" you had seen.

Thousands of "young soldiers" had already died in front of you, their deaths an invisible burden weighing down on your skull and spine, making your shoulders increasingly heavy.

On the 44th day of the war.

Tiredness crept into your eyes, your words became more and more silent, you learned to hide behind a mask.

Sometimes, you would retch in solitude. The pressure was so great it made you dizzy.

"Ugh... cough cough cough..."

The cool water dispersed your reflection.

...

"You still can’t handle your liquor, what a pity."

After the soldiers were buried, Yue patted your shoulder, her silver hair brushing your face like flowing water, ticklish, like pure white tail feathers.

You heard her voice, word by word:

"It’s okay, I will wait until you can drink. By then, no one is allowed to run away."

Your eyelashes quivered.

You looked at her face, reddened by the fragrance of the wine, and wanted to say something. Your companions have suffered too much during this time, whether from malicious speculation or from injuries in war... They followed you, and that’s why they had to endure so much pain.

You always felt that these mistakes were also on you.

If it weren’t for you, these eight people with their great strength wouldn’t have to suffer at all.

You wanted to say something.

Like I wish I hadn’t brought you along, or I don’t want to learn to drink at all, or you should leave me quickly, don’t take on these burdens anymore.

But you couldn’t speak.

Yue’s hand was on your shoulder, her expression slightly inebriated, but her gaze was firm.

Just like... the lonely moon that rose on the branches tonight, cold and resolute.

She gripped your hand very firmly, passing her courage on to you.

It was as if with this Forceful motion, she was silently swearing to always be by your side.

"..."

In the end, your lips trembled:

"Okay."

"No one is allowed to run away."

You knew it was over.

Completely over.

Your eight companions had voluntarily chosen not to escape this enclosure, willingly taking on all this pain. You could no longer push them away.

Being a Savior wasn’t easy, you deeply understood the pain involved. Yet they, like moths to a flame, wanted to stay by your side. You couldn’t pull them out of the deep waters.

And she just lightly knocked her head on your shoulder, chuckling:

"Then you need to find me a partner soon, I like pretty and cute ones, she can be weaker than me."

You heard your own trembling voice:

"... A Deity isn’t in charge of matchmaking for you."

"... If you want one, survive and find one for yourself."

...

—Will you hear the distant plea?

Sitting at the desk, flickering with candlelight, you wrote in your diary.

[I often think, if someone cries, despairs, and dies, in such a cruel World. Can my hand seize all of them who are on the verge of falling?]

[If I rest for one more minute, how many people will die because I didn’t make it in time during that minute? Will a moment’s negligence on my part cause a disaster?]

[The clock has become the engraving in my skull. Every second I stop, I feel guilty for the burden I carry, I can’t catch my breath for a moment.]

[I can’t grieve endlessly, my head must not look back, my eyes can only look forward.]

[To be born human is to have precious empathy and a spirit of sacrifice. I’m proud to have these, so,]

Your pen quivered, and a coat was draped over your shoulders, dispelling the chill of the room.

The silver-haired young man quietly sat on a small stool behind you, silently watching you.

This companion’s presence was always quiet and resolute. At the same time, he was very stubborn; even if you sent him away, he’d return, loyally guarding by your side.

You would often see him in the shadows, like a black Knight with a sharp sword, hidden in the darkness, rarely disturbing your life, yet always watching over you.

"Lin Guang." you called him softly.

He leaned forward, his quiet posture signaling that he was listening intently.

"If I die one day, you are not allowed to die with me." you said. "You must live until the end of your life."

If among your eight companions, one’s dedication to you was deepest, it was this man. His entire emotion rested upon you, and if one day you died, he might die with you.

"No." Lin Guang replied with the same simplicity, rejecting you. He seldom refused you; this time was an exception.

The flickering light illuminated his downtrodden brows and eyes, the color of his pupils light and misty, like clouds that stir with the wind; it was as if emotions could be blown from his eyes with the breeze.

"I don’t know what kind of person you’d become if I die before you." you didn’t look at his eyes filled with pain: "I don’t want to see what you’d become, but more than that, I hope you’ll live."

You could guess what twisted form he would become if you died, utterly devoid of hope.

But living was your only wish for him.

Yet he just shook his head.

"You won’t die." he said: "If one day we are truly cornered, I will stand in front of you until the very end. You can’t die before me."

Your pen trembled.

You finished today’s diary entry.

[So,]

[For them, I must live.]

[No matter the pain I bear, no matter how much... I have to... live.]

Reaching this point, you stopped writing.

Your life was no longer for you alone.

If you died, countless lives would be affected; they would lose Faith, Protection, a leader, even their own lives.

You had to live in pain until the end of the World.

...

"Yasa Acto..."

"Yasa Acto..."

"Su Ming’an..."

Su Ming’an was slightly startled.

Immersed in these memories and surging Emotions, he had nearly forgotten his own existence. It wasn’t until he absentmindedly heard his name being called that he remembered.

A delusion, perhaps.

The people were merely chanting the honored name of Yasa Acto.