Chapter 3
It took Xiu Si an entire night to finish reading the history book, and then the next day, he went out to the "Memorial Hall of the Brave".
He doesn't have to look after the store on non-working days, and he is very grateful for the care of Priest Xilin.
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In the morning, it was snowing heavily, and everything was covered in white. Compared with yesterday, the temperature has risen significantly today, so there are more pedestrians walking on the road.
Some of them look dusty, with sharp eyes and weather-beaten faces. You can tell from their footsteps that they are of high rank.
"The Third Legion has returned to the city. Shall we go take a look?"
"The Third Legion of the Seventh Expedition to Explore the Limits of the Subspace? The Light of Humanity! We must go, of course we must go!"
When some young people heard about the Third Legion, their eyes were full of longing, and they ran away in the blink of an eye.
Hughes passed them, blinked, and looked towards the west.
The huge airship was parked in the dark sky. It was too conspicuous and everyone in the imperial city could see it.
The western part of the imperial city is all military areas, and military weapons often come and go. This is nothing strange to people. What people are interested in is the "Third Legion", which is a large legion that has a very close relationship with the abyss demons.
Hughes stopped by the roadside, looked into the distance, fell into deep thought, and muttered to himself.
"Abyss demons? In my impression, the monsters in the abyss are more crazy and twisted than each other, and they are completely irrational. How could they make a contract with humans?"
Could it be that after his death, the monsters in the abyss finally evolved rationality over a long period of time?
The history book he read did not give a detailed explanation of this. Humans have a very limited understanding of the Abyss. The Abyss Demons have made a contract with humans and lent them power for so many years, but humans still don't quite understand their motives.
And today, the honeymoon period between humanity and the abyss seems to be coming to an end.
Even if Hughes didn't listen carefully, he could still hear some street talk.
"The Lord of the Abyss seems unwilling to lend his power to humans."
"Really? But half of the empire's armaments depend on the Abyss Demons, right?"
"I heard that they are going to the subspace collectively."
The discussants looked worried.
Over the years, mankind has made progress, but compared to the vastness of the universe and those more glorious civilizations created by God, they are still like toddlers. If the Lord of the Abyss leaves, mankind will inevitably lose a great protective force.
Someone asked: "Is there no solution?"
"For thousands of years, even the wise men don't know what they are thinking."
"Perhaps, only the legendary Lord of the Abyss can control them."
Zeus was thoughtful and wondered what the "Lord of the Abyss" was. He had never seen any Lord of the Abyss in the abyss back then.
He just thought about it. There was something important to do, so why waste time? Xius turned his head and looked at the Brave Memorial Hall.
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The snow stopped.
In the Memorial Square for the Brave, some children walked around, referring to this or that statue.
There are seven statues in the square, from left to right, they are seven brave men.
The most important heroes stand in the middle, and the less important heroes stand on the edge.
As for the one on the far right, he has no presence at all.
The names in front of the statues are vague, as if even the person who sculpted them didn't know their names.
His statue was the crudest of all the statues of heroes, as if it had not been carved with care, but was just to make up the numbers. The north wind was cold, snow hit the statue, the temperature rose, and water dripped down.
People all went to see the statue of the brave man in the middle, but in front of this statue that had no sense of existence, stood a white-haired old man.
The old man showed obvious signs of the passage of time, with wrinkles on his face, deep vicissitudes in his eyes, and an overly calm look.
He looked at the statue with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, as if the past years were just yesterday and thousands of years had passed in just a dream.
There was a child standing next to the old man. The child looked nothing like the old man. The old man had an ordinary appearance, with unremarkable facial features, while the child had delicate and beautiful facial features. He was dressed elegantly and noble, and his whole body exuded the upper-class aura unique to aristocrats.
However, the child did not dare to do anything rash next to the old man, but was a little puzzled as to why the old man missed the statue.
The child also looked up and stared at the statue for a long time, searching his memory again and again, but he could not find any information about the achievements of this brave man.
The confusion in the child's eyes became more obvious. He didn't understand why the old man cared about this hero and not other heroes.
The old man seemed to notice the child's confusion, and slowly turned his head and said in a deep voice: "Don't you understand why?"
The child paused, his eyes bright and he said honestly, "I have a photographic memory. I have read many history books and remember them all in my mind, but I can hardly find any information about the achievements of this brave man. Why do you miss him more?"
Children speak without restraint and their honesty is commendable.
The old man smiled, narrowed his eyes, and said, "What is recorded in history books is not everything in history."
The child suddenly realized and became curious, so he asked, "Does he have any major contributions that are unknown to the public?"
The old man stroked his chin, his eyes curved upward, and said calmly: "It's not like there are brilliant contributions that history books like to record."
The child doesn’t understand.
After all, he is young, and although he is smart, he does not have much worldly experience, so he cannot figure it out.
The old man turned his head and continued to look at the statue, saying meaningfully: "You just need to know that, in a sense, he is the greatest contributor to the rise of mankind. He deserves the title of the savior of mankind."
The child paused, even more incredulous.
The old man stopped talking, his eyes were complicated, as if he was recalling the past.
This "hero" has almost no highlight moments that people like, such as killing big bosses, saving humanity from danger, etc., so why is he so important?
Roger's lips curled up, and fragments of memories from that year seemed to emerge in his eyes.
As gamers, they had nothing to worry about when they first started playing games together. It was just entertainment outside of their work and life.
But after that day, they woke up one after another and realized that this was the real world, but at the same time, they could not go back.
In response, many of them initially reacted with anger, believing that this was an exploitation and betrayal by the kingdom.
They were furious and wanted to deal with the people who brought them here first, but the magician who presided over the summoning magic didn't know why this happened. He kept apologizing, but apologies couldn't solve the problem and only made them more annoyed.
One of them even wants to destroy humanity.
But in the end, that wasn't done.
Why?
It's because of that person.
That person was the oldest among them, with a gentle temperament and a good heart. He often provided them with resources when they played games.
That person must have felt uncomfortable about this "accident", but he comforted them immediately.
Among them are middle school students and college students. Some are irritable and some are eccentric, and they are all difficult to deal with.
But after that person's hard persuasion day and night, they finally accepted it.
——"They don't have any bad intentions. The most important thing right now is to find a way to get back, right?"
In order to comfort them, the man talked to them alone and tried his best to enlighten them. It was obvious that he himself was not sure whether there was a way to go back, but he still insisted that there must be a way to go back as long as they completed the game tasks.
Is it a bad check? Yes.
But for them at that time, those words were so important that they almost became the spiritual pillar of their struggle.
So, in that sense, that guy definitely saved the day.
Without that person, there would be no them later.
It’s a pity that history books do not record these trivial details, but focus more on those magnificent and major historical events.
And...that person fell down long before dawn.
Luo Jie's eyes darkened, and he regretted every time he thought of that adventure in the abyss. Since then, he has gone deep into the abyss many times to look for people, but unfortunately he couldn't find them at all. The most likely possibility is that they were swallowed by the irrational abyss monster at that time.
Unlike them, the other party is a profession that has no combat ability at all. If a person falls into the abyss, it can be said that there is absolutely no hope for survival. Although he still can't believe it, he still insists on going to the abyss every year to look for people.
“…”
Roger muttered to himself silently, looking at the statue with a complicated expression.
The child next to him seemed to be still digesting what he had just said, and there was a hint of maturity and thoughtfulness in his innocent eyes that did not match his age.
As the first prince of the Os Empire, Torila has the royal obligation to constantly improve himself.
There was a lot of noise around, and the instructor was introducing historical figures to the children. After the introduction, he took them to visit the Memorial Hall of the Brave.
Tolila glanced at the noisy children of the same age, and seemed dissatisfied with their performance. At the same time, a black-haired young man walked straight past him.
There are so many people coming to the Brave Memorial Hall today. Tolila looked around and found that the young man stopped and looked at the statue in his direction.
Tolila couldn't understand the look in the young man's eyes.
With a bit of nostalgia, but it seems more of concern and worry.
This may not be a strange look, but the object is a little wrong.
Who would miss the heroes? Tolila thought about it and suddenly realized that the other party might not be simple.
But the young man just glanced at them and didn't see them. He quickly turned around and walked straight into the Memorial Hall of the Brave and talked to a woman at the door.
Tolila glanced at Roger who was immersed in his memories, then turned his head and followed the young man.
At this time, Hughes was talking to someone.
"Hello, can these be used to read history books?"
"Of course, the library of the Hero Memorial Hall is open to all citizens."
"Is it okay if you are not a citizen of the Oss Empire?"
"That's fine, sir."
"grateful."
Hughes successfully walked into the Hero's Memorial Hall, not noticing Tolila's gaze behind him.
Xius's idea was simple. He wanted to restart the game system, so he had to find the person who knew the game system best. The great magician had long been buried, so it was useless to find him. So his target was naturally "them" who were also players.
They have lived longer than him, experienced more, and know more. Perhaps they have also encountered such things?
He had a clear goal, so he quickly found the biography of the brave man and started reading it on the spot.
The biography was indeed more detailed, with more and more specific events. He said that it was impossible for other people to have no deeds at all. It also focused on the background of the Demon Age, not just the story of the hero alone.
Zeus then knew that the demons in the abyss had fought many times, and each fight was so fierce that it was recorded by the historians.
The historical record of the Demon Age is which demons fought and which demons clashed every few years.
After the great demons signed a contract with human countries, the struggle between the great demons even became a struggle between countries.
Seeing this, Hughes frowned, "They all come from the abyss, why can't they live in harmony?"
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At the same time, Eliog's humanoid form landed on the ground, his emerald eyes fixed in the direction of the Hero's Memorial.
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