"I cried and passed out at the door of the post office, lying on my oversized wedding dress." Iliana raised her head and her eyes drifted far away. "When I woke up, I thought this was the darkest moment that the war could bring me."

"But everything that happened later told me that it was much more than that."

Irina raised her hand, wiped her tears with her palm, took a deep breath, and continued: "Afterwards, Alex and I had no contact for a while, until I heard someone say that the commander of that war dispatched many tanks and artillery from our town to the front line."

"I realised that a big war was about to start, so I wrote to Alex again to make sure he was safe and to try to persuade him not to go to this dangerous war."

Iliana covered her face with her wrinkled hands and said in a hoarse voice:

"I waited for a long time, anxiously waiting by the post office day and night, but still did not receive a reply from Alex until the day before the war."

"That's a letter, a letter..."

Her voice became rapid and intermittent, as if she was unable to say the name of the letter.

Bai Liu continued to look through the letters while listening to Irina. He once again saw the letter that Alex sent to Irina.

This is a very long letter, a family letter arranging the final arrangements, a last-ditch suicide note.

To Iliana:

I shouldn't have written this letter to you, but after thinking it over again, it seems that apart from you, there is no one else I can entrust my funeral affairs to with peace of mind.

It's so wonderful, Irina, little girl, I have never met you, but you and I have a nominal engaged relationship, we have experienced the death of my beloved together, and accompanied my parents through the most difficult years.

If nothing unexpected happens, you will have to witness my death next.

You have experienced all the major events in my life, but I have never seen you in person and have always rejected your existence. In the end, I have to tell you, the most familiar stranger, the most important things to me before I die. It is really selfish and self-interested.

But there is no way, you are the only person I can entrust death to without feeling any guilt.

I know my death will not make you too sad, it will only allow you to completely free yourself from this marriage relationship that should not have existed in the first place.

Only with you can I realize that my death might be a good thing for someone, and I can die more calmly and proudly.

Next I will confess to you all the mistakes I have made in my life.

I've spent my entire life trying to save everyone around me, but in the end I've saved no one.

I invented a drug that can freeze death, but everyone who is dying doesn't say hello to me in advance and say, hey, Alex, I'm going to die, remember to freeze my death.

I could only helplessly cover their bleeding wounds, howling and begging them to stay for me even for a second, and finally carried their bodies back powerlessly, sitting there in a daze until dawn, welcoming the next round of death.

The lake of death called Pluto must have found it hilarious that I was trying to stop it from coming to the human world.

I kept, kept, frantically trying to improve my potion, but no matter how I delayed their death, it would come eventually, and all I was doing was making them suffer a little longer.

When they are in extreme pain and despair, they will quietly beg me with tears to let them die easily.

Because even if they survive, they will most likely die in the next round of attack and defense.

Sometimes I ask myself if my selfish desire to leave these people to live and suffer in this war is more cruel than letting them die.

Am I wrong?

Irena, I have never wanted to reply to your letter because I cannot face the name Guy that is everywhere in your letter.

Guy did not die on the battlefield. I lied about his death and used the identity of a cleaner to secretly transport his "corpse" to my pharmaceutical laboratory.

I tried my best to save him, and he miraculously woke up. I swear when I saw him open his eyes, there was a moment when I even wanted to thank the evil god.

Thank you to whatever god it is for returning Guy to me.

I want to be honest with you. My medicine originally did not have such a strong effect, but my experiments here are limited. I cannot get sufficient experimental supplies like on a university campus. I can only use some locally produced experimental drugs as materials.

Most of the experimental chemicals were of poor quality, resulting in the failure of the experiment, but there was one strange thing that worked magically - a strange paint.

This paint is a flammable oil-like substance used by the natives here to smear on the statues of evil gods. When I was short of oily solvents, my superiors searched half a can of this red paint from a captured native and sent it to my laboratory as a substitute for oily solvent.

Although this stuff looked sticky and weird, like human blood melted with oil, I didn't have any other choice.

But the drug with this coating added produced an incredible change - it brought Guy back to life after his heart had stopped beating for half a minute when he entered my laboratory.

I simply couldn't believe what I saw, and even felt that my desire to resurrect Guy was too strong and I had created some self-deceiving hallucination.

But Guy was indeed getting better day by day, or rather, using the word "getting better" to describe his entire recovery process was not accurate. Combining my clinical and microscopic observations, I can come to a conclusion that you will definitely think I am crazy -

——Time is going backwards for Guy.

His fallen skin glued itself back together, his broken bones healed, and even his nails and hair, which had grown back after his death, shrank back.

This is simply not something that humans can do; it is something that belongs to God. Even God does not have such power.

From the moment I arrived here and learned that the reason these ignorant and ugly natives started the war was the so-called evil god's oracle, I felt deep hatred and resentment towards the so-called evil god.

And all along, I thought that this evil god was a symbol fabricated by these indigenous people to explain things that they could not understand and to express their anger that they could not get rid of. It was an illusory and evil image.

But when Guy sat up again, opened his eyes, smiled and asked me confusedly why I was in your laboratory, I closed my eyes and hugged him tightly.

If this is the work of an evil god, then I can understand why the natives would go crazy because of the evil god.

When Guy woke up, he forgot everything that had happened in the past seven days - he raided innocent villages, killed children and women in the neutral zone, and was killed after the rebellion.

He didn't remember anything.

I carefully hid him in the laboratory, almost anxiously waiting for the war to come, but before the war came, Guy still got the information he wanted from a new soldier who came to clean the laboratory.

He knew what had happened in the past seven days, and he also knew that the commander had to gather enough artillery fire to launch the final battle - bombing all the indigenous habitats and the indigenous people inside, as well as all the surrounding neutral areas where the indigenous people might escape.

Even though these neutral areas had never participated in the war and most of the people there were women and children, the commanders felt that these indigenous people with despicable beliefs should be killed completely and that they should not be given any chance to reproduce and share resources with us.

You can predict what Guy will do.

Guy resolutely tried to assassinate the commander, but failed. He was shot into a bulletproof board full of holes by hundreds of gunshots and then burned to ashes by a flamethrower.

When I arrived at the scene, there was nothing left.

I told the soldier on guard that I was on duty for him, and then I could naturally stand alone all night at the place where Guy was burned to death, leaving black marks, letting my tears fall numbly in the darkness.

Elena, do you know what I saw that night?

I saw cannons as thick as the children's waists being transported here continuously, cold tanks, soldiers ready to go, and pairs of bloody eyes in the crowd with anger, fear, or greed.

At that moment, I realized that no matter how powerful a drug I invented, I couldn't save anyone from this war.

People who want to kill others will still kill, and people who don't want to kill will want to avoid dying in pain because they don't want to kill.

There seems to be a natural food chain between these two types of people, running non-stop.

Even the ability to bring back the dead and reverse time seems unable to change the outcome of this war.

So I filled out the form to sign up for the commando team. I was going to go deep into the rain forest to meet the evil god who gave me the power to make my wishes come true.

——Ask him what he needs to do to ensure that everyone survives this war.

For this, I am willing to give everything.

Irena, if I don't come back after this war, please forgive me for selfishly entrusting my parents to you. Please take care of them until you come of age and go pursue your own life.

————Alex. 】

"That was the last letter I received from Alex," Irina whispered with her eyes dazed. "The next day, the war broke out."

"I still can't forget that battle. The bombardment was so intense that the ground in the town where I lived was shaking. Dust was falling off the walls, plates and glasses were broken all over the floor, and planes were circling outside the window. Everyone was so scared that they huddled together in their homes. I hid under the bed and could see flames flashing in the distance."

Irina was silent for a few seconds. "The bombardment lasted for three days. On the evening of the third day, the place where the soldiers stored explosives in the town was attacked by the natives. The natives used a magical red paint to sprinkle on the explosives, which eventually caused a particularly large explosion."

"After the explosion subsided, there was no movement in the town and rainforest that had been blown through until half a month later when someone came to take over." Iliana looked at Bai Liu, "You said you were Alex's comrade-in-arms, but that's impossible."

"Because there were no survivors from that war."