Chapter 269 Death (Countdown to the End of This World) "...
"The Tower Master?!" A young woman standing behind her looked at her with surprise.
The elderly man, addressed as the tower master, quickly composed himself and slowly shook his head: "It's nothing."
The old woman, trembling, was about to turn away from the window when the young woman behind her quickly stepped forward to support her.
Before being helped away, the old man looked back at the dazzling shooting stars flying in from the distant sky, then silently lay back down on the bed in the center of the room and closed his eyes slightly.
The young woman glanced at the shooting star with suspicion, then at the old man, her eyes full of confusion. However, she didn't dare to disturb the old man's rest. After pulling down the heavy bed curtains, she curled up at the foot of the bed, waiting for the person in bed to give her any instructions.
Sang Zhitao felt as if her soul was like a dried-up riverbed suddenly being washed by a large flow of water, and then finally having abundant, free-flowing water again.
After she finished experiencing this feeling of fullness, she opened her eyes, and a familiar blank space appeared in front of her.
The countless memory orbs were piled up in one place, but only one huge memory orb, which was more than ten centimeters taller than her current height, forcefully occupied all the space in front of her.
Looking at the memory sphere that was only two or three centimeters away from her, Sang Zhitao subconsciously took a step back.
As if afraid she wouldn't open it, the memory ball followed her as far as she retreated.
Sang Zhitao stared speechlessly at the other person who was always only two or three centimeters away from her, and couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"I understand." She gave it a gentle push.
The memory orb seemed to have been unable to contain itself any longer, and the moment she reached out, it sucked her into its memory.
This memory sphere contains the history of this world.
Sang Zhitao's current point in time is close to modern life.
In this memory, I was in a festive period, with celebratory songs echoing in the streets and alleys, and children laughing and joking before my eyes.
Sang Zhitao subconsciously thought of the Spring Festival on Earth.
As expected, from everyone's conversation, Sang Zhitao confirmed that this was indeed a New Year-like event in this world.
"Why are you showing me this?" She looked at it from left to right, but couldn't see anything unusual about it.
Memory seemed to understand her urgency, and her perspective suddenly shifted, bringing her to the horizon.
The white mist blocked her view of the ground.
Outside the transparent dome, black mist is constantly encroaching upon this place.
She saw a blurry creature, resembling an octopus, in the black mist.
Sang Zhitao instinctively realized that the monster was real.
"As expected!" she sighed. The anomalies in this world were indeed real.
Just as she expected, the memories within the memory sphere accelerated, and she witnessed the real black mist squeezing into this world through a few tiny cracks.
Then the black mist merged into the air, scattered to various places, and was eventually absorbed by some people, who then underwent a dramatic change in their emotions and gained some special abilities.
This anomaly has attracted the attention of many national authorities, especially the Xia Kingdom in the east.
Before they could react, the black mist erupted on a massive scale in the air, as if it had finally brought this world to an end, and emotional supernatural abilities appeared in everyone's body.
Some small countries disappeared, while many more completed institutional adjustments with the help of major powers.
Heart-Painting Cottage has appeared...
The spiral tower has also appeared...
The Xia Kingdom developed a new system, gave it a new name, and people began to accept and learn how to control it.
Time flew by before Sang Zhitao, and she finally arrived at that point three hundred years ago.
At that moment, the dome of the sky could no longer hold on, and with a crisp cracking sound, a corner of the dome collapsed.
The black fog, aided by the light from the shattered dome, engulfed the land overnight.
After that, many countries disappeared, the Xia Kingdom closed its doors and disappeared, the Heart Painting Pavilion closed its doors and disappeared, the Spiral Tower began to act in extreme ways, and the Shadow Council appeared.
Up until now, Sang Zhi Tao has absorbed those world fragments scattered in various places.
"So, the world fragments chose to split apart on their own?" Sang Zhitao looked at the shooting star flying towards her from the sky with surprise.
The scene suddenly shifts to three hundred years ago, when the black mist was causing a massive invasion.
Sang Zhitao witnessed fragments of the once-intact world, now silent at the Earth's core, fly into the sky and try to stop the black mist from eroding it, but ultimately fails and retreats.
She witnessed the fragments of the world hovering in the air for a long time before finally shattering herself and transforming into a stream of light that flew into the body of the savior she believed in.
If one person isn't enough, then choose ten, a hundred, ten million...
Unfortunately, it failed to achieve its goal. The Xia Kingdom, which possessed the most fragments, had no choice but to close itself off in order to preserve itself, and Xin Hui Xiao Zhu even cut off its tail to survive.
Until the arrival of Sang Zhi Tao, the fragments were reawakened...
"I understand." Sang Zhitao nodded emphatically at the void.
With her memories fading, Sang Zhitao returned to the desolate battlefield.
As dawn broke, the trees in the distance still bore the shadows of the night, standing vaguely in the distance.
Lin Mo in front of him had regained his composure, Maya stood silently beside Leo, and Kane stared at the communicator in his hand with a grim expression.
Further away, the warriors of the Shadow Council and the Spiral Tower stared at them in awe.
Sang Zhitao sensed the presence of the jade pendant within her body.
The jade pendant was summoned and silently circled around her a few times.
Sang Zhitao held it and touched her forehead, saying softly, "Thank you for your help."
The jade pendant bounced knowingly in her palm, then flew into the sky.
Emerald green mist emanated from its body, just as it had done in the orc world before, the green mist flying to every corner of this world.
"Huh? My special ability..." The people closest to them were the first to sense the anomaly, and Maya was the one who couldn't contain herself the most.
Lin Mo's eyes went from blank to dazed and then back to clear in a mere instant. He silently looked at Sang Zhitao in front of him, his eyes red, opened his mouth, and after a long while, choked out, "You look a lot like your mother..."
Leo touched his chest; the pain there seemed to have subsided.
The moment he once loved so dearly and grieved seemed to be filtered through a warm lens, no longer the dark, bloody color that made him want to die every moment.
Kane's superpower, born from his absolute loyalty to the Spiral Tower, was now somewhat shaken, whether by the green light or the communication message in his hand.
Sang Zhitao looked up at her jade pendant, and the light it emitted was slightly weaker than before.
"Can't you hold on any longer?" Sang Zhitao sighed softly, instinctively wanting to reach out and pull it back into her body, but her instinct to love all things stopped her.
As if in response, the jade pendant flashed in the air.
Sang Zhitao looked around, glancing at the scorched earth, the desolate landscape devoid of any weeds except for the mutated plants in the distance, and the bewildered superhumans pointing weapons at their comrades. She sighed softly.
"Let's do what we should do..." she said softly, looking at the jade pendant.
As if he had learned something, tears welled up in Lin Mo's eyes, and he stared intently at Sang Zhitao: "Taotao..."
Sang Zhitao nodded to him: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
The jade pendant finally gave out the moment she finished speaking, and the last faint green light disappeared before it even left the scorched earth.
It jumped back to Sang Zhitao, circled around a few times, and then used its remaining strength to wrap itself around Sang Zhitao.
A crisp sound reached the ears of everyone nearby. Just as they instinctively clutched their chests, feeling an inexplicable sorrow, the thin layer of green mist enveloping the mulberry peach, along with the peach itself, shattered into countless tiny specks, scattering into the air and drifting further away on the wind…
"Peach!!!" Lin Mo cried out in despair as he lunged at Sang Zhitao.
Maya, Leo, and Kane rushed anxiously toward Sang Zhitao's location, but unfortunately, there was nothing left there.
"Thud!" The communicator and the 477 team emblem that were originally hanging on Sang Zhitao fell into the scorched earth, stirring up specks of dust.
"Peach!!!!" Lin Mo grabbed the team badge and communicator, looking around blankly. He couldn't accept that he had just regained his memories and then lost his daughter again.
"Ugh!" On Earth, Sang Lezhi was holding and playing with her child when she suddenly clutched her chest and cried out in pain.
"Wife!" Wang Dayong, a soldier who rarely takes leave to see his wife and children, was so frightened by the sight of his wife's face turning pale with pain that his legs went weak.
“Child…” Sang Lezhi’s hands trembled, but she still held the child tightly with one arm, afraid that if she loosened her grip, the child would fall to the ground.
Wang Dayong stopped her with one hand and took the child from her with the other, handing him to the table: "What's wrong with you?!"
Sang Lezhi frowned, her eyes filled with confusion: "I...I don't know."
"Why are you crying? What happened?" Wang Dayong hugged his wife, gently patted her back, and asked softly after comforting her.
Sang Lezhi reached up and touched her face blankly, only to feel the dampness in her hand before helplessly saying, "I...I don't know..."
Wang Dayong frowned, his eyes flickered, and he already had an idea in his mind, but he dared not say it. He could only silently hug his wife and say, "It's okay, it's okay."
On the moon, Sang Leping, who was having a rare reunion with his lover Zhang Su, clutched his chest and knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face.
Zhang Su hurriedly tried to lift him up, but couldn't.
All she could do was hug him and gently soothe him, asking, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Before Sang Leping could speak, Zhang Su felt an indescribable pain welling up in her heart, as if a family member had once passed away...
Dark clouds rose into the sky, and torrential rain soaked the earth; the sticky air felt uncomfortable against the skin.
The moisture in the air seemed to have suddenly gained weight, filling people's nasal cavities and making it difficult to breathe for a moment.
The feeling of suffocation, discomfort, and gloom, the inability to breathe, is like the world after a loved one has passed away—a dark, damp, and drizzly place.
“Tao Tao…” Sang Leping looked up at the sky, at the black sky that belonged to outer space…
Sang Lezhi seemed to realize something at that moment. She rushed to the bedside, looked at the gloomy sky, and turned to her husband in disbelief: "Is... Tao Tao... in trouble?"
"...I...regret it..."
"Zhizhi!!!" she murmured, fainting in her husband's arms.
At this moment, the earth seemed shrouded in a dark cloud, and an indescribable sadness welled up in everyone's heart, just as an important person who should have existed had disappeared from their lives and memories, leaving them only to grieve, unsure of who else to send off...
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