Chapter 247 Extra: Reborn 3
Fake is fake. The more beautiful it is, the more it reveals the sadness of the real world.
Just as Meng Jiming was standing in the corner feeling sad, he felt his trouser leg being gently pulled.
He lowered his head and almost thought he was dazzled because a blue and white capsule was pulling him. The blue and white capsule had thin arms and legs, like a toothpick.
It even spoke, "Everyone in Paradise is happy, why aren't you happy?"
Meng Jiming didn't answer, but thought to himself, as expected, people can't imagine things beyond their cognition. The strange creatures in this imaginary paradise all look familiar to him! Look at this blue and white capsule, it looks exactly like the medicine I took as a child!
He didn't say anything, and Blue and White Capsule was very dissatisfied. "The director said that everyone in the park must be happy! As an employee of the park, it is my obligation to make you happy."
Then the blue and white capsule suddenly climbed up his trouser leg and bit his exposed arm hard.
Meng Jiming: ...
It doesn't hurt, but there is a capsule mark the size of a grain of rice on my arm, like a stamp.
Although he didn't know what was going on, Meng Jiming didn't feel offended by this offensive behavior, perhaps because it was just his fantasy.
The blue-and-white capsule was delighted. It hopped onto a nearby plant leaf and began chatting with him. Then, with a pop, it pulled out its blue cap. For a moment, Meng Jiming thought the powder inside would leak out. Fortunately, it wasn't real medicine. Inside was tender white flesh, a bit like a baby's skin. Even stranger, a small red flower grew on the top of the capsule's head.
What a strange species. When Meng Jiming was thinking this, the small flower on the capsule man's head began to spin. As it spun, the petals broke away from the capsule man's head and merged into the stamp in Meng Jiming's hand.
Then the capsule man dragged the blue lid and bowed to him like a gentleman, "Our talents and skills are related to fate. With our mark, fate will guide you to find liberation. Bless you, unhappy guest." It put the blue lid back on.
"Then what are you going to do?" Meng Jiming was inexplicably concerned.
The little man in the capsule said, "Don't worry, the flowers are just like your human fingernails. They will grow back after being cut."
Each exotic race possesses a unique skill, each with its own unique method of using it. Unlike other races, whose skills are a form of internal energy, these skills consume energy, leading to fatigue and weakness. The Capsule Man's skills, on the other hand, manifest as small flowers growing on their heads. These flowers must be cleaned regularly, or they will grow enormously, becoming so heavy that they stumble and become unable to walk!
Meng Jiming didn't want to move, but the hand that was stamped on him seemed to have a brain of its own. It suddenly moved on its own and even led its owner to the other side.
Meng Jiming was only six years old, completely unable to resist this force. As he was being pulled along by his left hand, he thought inappropriately, "Luckily, the stamp wasn't on my butt. What if my butt also had a brain, twisting and turning, dragging me along? That scene..."
Even in his own fantasy, he didn't want to be so embarrassed.
Not long after, Meng Jiming was dragged to the platform of the fantasy train.
The tall conductor was checking tickets, and the electronic voice of the overhead broadcast continued to blare: […Children under ten are half price, and children under six are free.]
This platform was a bit special. It seemed to be a platform exclusively for children. It was crowded with a group of five or six-year-old children. Each of them had a round and rosy face, full of energy and loud voice. But Meng Jiming didn't find it noisy at all. He even thought their chattering was very cute.
After all, in the last two years of his life, the attacks of evil gods and monsters became more and more fierce, the domestic food supply was insufficient, and most ordinary children were pale, thin and malnourished. Even the slightly better-off children had overly precocious eyes and lacked the innocence and curiosity of the children around them.
Even though he knew it was a fantasy, Meng Jiming couldn't help but feel happy when he saw this scene. If only it were real.
Suddenly, he was picked up by someone. It was the conductor, who shouted, "Teacher Zhang, you missed a child."
The male teacher leading a group of children asked in confusion, "How could that be? Thirty-five is exactly right. I counted them."
Seeing the child in the conductor's arms, he looked around and saw no parents. He made a phone call, "Hello? Service Center? This is Zhang Ye. There's a child here, about six years old. His parents aren't around... Okay, then I'll take him with me!"
Zhang Ye said to Meng Jiming, "I'm Zhang Ye, a teacher at the Extraordinary Early Childhood Education Class. I'm taking the children to visit the Martyrs' Cemetery. I'd like to take you with me. We'll meet at the Tree Spirit Area at 5:00 PM. Your parents will come and take you back then. Is that okay with you?"
Before Meng Jiming could answer, his rebellious left hand took Zhang Ye's hand.
Meng Jiming felt the warmth of Zhang Ye's body, and a thought suddenly occurred to him: Was this fantasy too real? Why was it so clear to everyone?
The children all got into the car.
Zhang Ye began to introduce himself to the children around him, "My level is now 30. I participated in the park's City of Mischief exploration event and was one of the first people to make a contract with the Red-Eyed Elf. I also participated in the park's Frostfall Demon Slaying event and the World Guardian War... I'm now a teacher in the Early Childhood Education class at the Supernormal School, and this time I'll be taking you to visit the Martyrs' Cemetery."
The children cried out in admiration. In their minds, a level 30 Transcendent was a very powerful being.
Meng Jiming took the opportunity to use his mobile phone to check the level of extraordinary people. Although he was a soldier in his previous life, he was just an ordinary person and could not reach the level of extraordinary people. His aunt Meng Linlin was recruited by the country after awakening, but for ordinary people, the information of extraordinary people is confidential. Even if he is a relative, he doesn't know much.
He originally thought that level 5 extraordinary people would be tutors, level 30 extraordinary people would be kindergarten teachers, so there should be many extraordinary people at levels 50 and 60, and they would hold very high positions. But to his surprise, although there were a total of 100 extraordinary levels, extraordinary people above level 50 were very rare, and level 30 was already the backbone. Why would extraordinary people of this level become kindergarten teachers?
He continued searching and found that the current school system was a combination of extraordinary schools and ordinary schools. Students had cultural classes three days a week and extraordinary classes two days a week. The teachers in the extraordinary schools, both preschool and elementary school teachers, were generally of higher rank. The reason was that the country believed that compared to middle school students, the worldviews of preschool and elementary school students were still in the formation stage, their self-cognition was unclear, and their ability to distinguish right from wrong was insufficient.
Without the guidance of highly qualified teachers at this stage, children may use their acquired supernatural powers and knowledge to commit misdeeds in the future. Therefore, highly qualified and high-level supernatural beings are assigned to guide children from a young age. Later in the document, it is mentioned that a strong supporter of this system is the park's director.
Meng Jiming felt complicated, wondering if his imagination was that powerful? He even considered such details.
Teacher Zhang Ye continued his introduction. "Although I mentioned it before we left, since the children's memories aren't very good and they might have forgotten, I'll repeat it. The Martyrs' Cemetery is right next to the park. It used to be a village, but four years ago, it was demolished and turned into a cemetery to commemorate the martyrs who died in the World Defense War. The World Defense War doesn't just refer to the large-scale event that took place in the park five years ago, but also to the warriors who have been silently guarding the border and preventing foreign monster invasions for many years!"
Meng Jiming felt something in his heart and his heartbeat quickened unconsciously.
Soon, the train stopped in front of the Martyrs' Cemetery. To Meng Jiming's disappointment, it was smaller than he'd imagined, reaching as far as the eye could see. Furthermore, the tombstones were filled with unfamiliar names. The names had all been lost since six years ago, and most had been lost fighting monsters at the border and along the coastal defenses. It wasn't what he'd expected at all.
How could this be? Isn't this just my fantasy?
Even such a beautiful and wonderful paradise has been imagined, why would people still sacrifice themselves? Is it to match the changed background of this fantasy world?
Meng Jiming vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Teacher Zhang Ye was explaining to the children the contributions these martyrs made in protecting the world. At this moment, his left hand pulled him straight forward, and in front of him was a granite wall!
Just when he was wondering whether it would hurt if he hit the wall in his imagination, a light flashed before his eyes, and he passed straight through the wall and came to a fantasy space.
The background of this space is black, with golden words floating in the air. The names of his familiar comrades are lined up near him, and his own name is also listed among them!
The time of death, place of death, and cause of death are all clear.
But after these words, there is another line of words: Restart memory has been awakened, current status is a six-year-old child, reward points have been issued, and can be activated after registering for the paradise APP. Thank you for your contribution to protecting the world.
Meng Jiming was so shocked that his chin began to tremble.
"What the hell is going on here? Isn't this... just my imagination?"
Of course not.
An electronic voice answered him, "The names here are all martyrs who sacrificed their lives before the restart. The god-creation plan succeeded. The gods sealed the rifts abroad, restarting time. Now is the world after the restart. The evil gods are dead, the gods have retreated. There are no more disasters, no more gods, and now this is a peaceful and tranquil world."
You can now choose: 1. Keep your pre-reboot memories and be a mature child; 2. Seal these memories and happily spend a new childhood. When you turn 20, your memories will automatically be unsealed. Please note that no matter what you choose, do not disclose it to anyone else.
Meng Jiming asked anxiously, "Is this also the case for the other sacrificed people?"
[Yes, different people have different destinations.]
After a long pause, he asked, "What is a god? Is he the director of Paradise?"
No, Paradise is only Paradise, and the Director is only the Director. The gods have retired, so there is no need to remember them.
Meng Jiming: "There really won't be any more evil gods, and there won't be any more disasters, right?"
【right. 】
Meng Jiming said nothing more, tears welling up in his eyes. He didn't know how to describe his current mood, but he knew that a world better than the one millions had prayed for in their previous lives had arrived.
Meng Jiming chose the first method and retained his memory.
When he walked out of the hidden cemetery, Teacher Zhang Ye was leading the children to visit the tombstone in the center.
Zhang Ye: "This is Ms. Chi Zhi, the park's director's mother and the park's designer. This lady is responsible for at least half of the happiness everyone is experiencing right now."
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