I walked forward, but 3030 said behind me:
"I know you are helpless. The fault lies with that selfish researcher, not with you. Whether you choose to keep Jiuyou or abandon Jiuyou, it is correct."
"I will not leave Jiuyou. I will stay here for a thousand years and use my limited authority to guard this deserted island. I will be a good security guard for Jiuyou and keep an eye on the operation of the machinery. Don't worry."
His voice was getting farther and farther away, and there was a familiar sense of responsibility in his voice.
The world is kind to us.
Let us feel the weight on our shoulders and the mission of this life while we are still young and strong. This is true for "3030" and "Su Ming'an".
…
After that I went to many places.
The world is still noisy. Faith, war, history... Gods from high above give orders, and hundreds of millions of people go through fire and water for them, but there are also the same number of people trying to find traces of the old gods.
Gunfire, death, and shouting flew past my ears, and sometimes when I stepped into some cities, soldiers would hand me recruitment leaflets. The words on the paper were passionate.
"...Are you interested in joining the Old God's Army? We can introduce you, and perhaps you will have the opportunity to meet the Lord Angel." The soldier's face was full of piety.
“I’m an angel too,” I said.
In this way, I am also an angel, an angel of order. The myths I created are regarded as the norm by others.
The soldier, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, looked at me blankly, but I just smiled, stuffed the leaflet back into his hand, and left.
Before the Millennium Project began, I often reported scientific research results on TV, but after only seven or eight years, people no longer recognized me. Perhaps in a few decades, they will even forget the concept of the "Millennium Project" - this is the destructiveness of erasing history.
I won't remember anything.
Nothing will be left.
…
Later, I went to many places.
I have been to mountains and plains, I have fished for the liveliest fish, I have caught the fastest deer, I have stepped into the forest that has not yet turned into steel, I have stopped to listen to the singing of nightingales. It turns out that nightingales are still active in this scorching land, they can still sing with elegant tones.
I have been looking for a suitable place to establish an ideal country. So that one day, Xia Jiawen can have a home to return to, and the new generation of children he saved can have a place to live. So that one day, poverty and disease will not occur on the land.
During the long journey, I saw too many people and things... the mother who desperately protected her children under the gunfire, the old man carrying the bodies of his children, the young man running across the battlefield holding a drawing paper, the kind-hearted people who gave out porridge, the mercenaries who walked by in groups, the new king who gave a speech on the city wall...
The world has completely changed its shape, like a speeding train, rushing in a direction that people cannot predict.
It's like a ship sailing in an unknown sea. I will be sailing alone on the sea, without feeling joy or sorrow, and without happiness.
Most transportation facilities have been out of order. I have measured the land with my own feet. In fifty years, I have walked through one-tenth of the world, entire regions, cities, and countries.
Many people have heard that there is a man in the world, wearing a cross necklace on his chest, who is on a long journey that lasts for decades. Wherever he goes, he will receive his kindness, whether it is piles of bread, clean water, or vaccines and medicine. Gradually, rumors came out that the black-haired man is the incarnation of the Angel of Order. The Angel of Order travels the world with pure kindness in his heart, giving warmth and love to the people.
I have no comment.
Every time I looked at their pious expressions and saw them kneeling before me, I felt it was unreal... Do "gods" really exist in this world? Are the "old gods" of the past also the product of rumors and worship? In fact, he is also a mortal?
I have no idea.
My journey continues.
It is the 56th year of the Tianshi Era. Fifty-six years have passed since the disaster. I have not met Xia Jiawen, and I still have not found a suitable place to establish the ideal country.
My face is still young, as if I am immortal, but I have gradually felt that my legs, which have measured fifty-six years, are beginning to feel tired. Sometimes I sit in the dusk for a long time.
life.
Human life span.
When I realized this, the first strand of black hair began to fall. I looked at the black hair in my palm in shock, as if I was looking at an old tree that had suddenly died.
My hair is still black and shiny, just like a young person, and my face is wrinkle-free. The Word Spirit has kept me young. But signs are coming from every corner of my body - your life is coming to an end.
The fatigue that surged like a tide began to surround me...it was an irresistible feeling of suffocation.
If I count carefully, I have been traveling for a full fifty-six years since I was twenty-four years old. For most people, this is the limit of their lifespan. Moreover, my travels have not been safe. I have blocked stray bullets for civilians and fought into the black fog alone. I did too many brave things when I was young... But this is all I can say.
The gods can span tens of millions of years, and the shadows can covet tens of millions of years, but even if I try my best, it will only last a short hundred years.
I looked at the black hair in my hands and remained silent for the entire afternoon.
"…The flowers have fallen."
The old tree outside the window has lost its last leaf.
…
I started taking action.
I buried my ideal country in the deep mountains and old forests where no one had ever set foot, hid one twentieth of the "Rule Book" I had written in the desert that was like a forbidden area for life, exchanged all the wealth I had accumulated over the years for food and distributed it to the refugees, and finally, found a quiet little town.
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