The whispers of [Other Dimensions] began to invade and gave humans too advanced technology. Humans could not resist these powerful technological forces and began to snatch these Pandora's boxes.
Internal strife, unlimited war, factional separatism... many people chose to commit suicide.
There are environmentalists who cannot accept environmental degradation, pacifists who cannot tolerate unlimited war, nativists who hate alien technology, and a large number of philosophers and artists who have no hope of seeking help. They all choose to end their lives.
Some people are powerful enough to climb mountains and fill the sea, some have mastered technological weapons that are powerful enough to destroy cities, and some wantonly exploit the weak and become slave owners of the new era... Beneath the seemingly bright and beautiful "acceleration of civilization" is endless destruction.
A new power system was born, and the deeply rooted old social system was shattered bloodily.
The progress of history always has a certain normal speed. Once the progress of history is accelerated, it is equivalent to accelerating the extinction of mankind. If the technology belonging to the 31st century is widely used in the 21st century, it is like bringing the nuclear weapons of the 21st century to the ancient times of the 11th century.
Many far-sighted scientists and politicians want to stop people from continuing to fight.
However, the coalition government is now in name only, assassinations are common, and while people in the conference room today are discussing the world situation, tomorrow a new group of people may be discussing wine and beauties.
The world fell into complete chaos, as if there were a pair of bright red eyes looking down at the human civilization that was gradually heading towards destruction and darkness.
"Nothing is left, why is this happening?"
"It's only been peaceful for a month, why, why..."
The cries continued across the land.
Have you ever seen a woman falling in front of you, with delicate makeup on her face and lipstick in a color you couldn't understand? She must be a woman who loves beauty and knows a lot about cosmetics. But a shell landed here, burning her face and neck into a black hole, and no one could see her beauty anymore.
You saw a child hiding in a flowerbed, shivering. Just as you were about to reach out to rescue him, you found that the flowers and plants in the flowerbed grew wildly and strangled him to death. You turned around and saw that it was a strong man with plant-related abilities. The strong man's ability evolution requires the blood of living beings, so the strong man strangled the innocent child.
You feel angry and kill this strong man. But all you can do is to fight violence with violence. There are still tens of millions of lives wailing on this land, and you cannot hear every cry for help.
You have seen many people who have lost their homes, walking tremblingly under the bombardment of artillery fire and energy waves. They hold hands, staring blankly at the dark pits on the surface, kissing and hugging each other, and then being affected, severely injured, and then perished in the endless chaos.
You never imagined that it would be human greed that would destroy humanity. Humanity's cruelty is far beyond your imagination.
"Let's form an alliance. I can't sit idly by and watch this happen," you say to your companion.
They agreed.
You have made many attempts and efforts.
For example, forming an alliance to stop the war with strong personal combat power; or uniting the top scientists who survived to form a technological defense line for mankind; or establishing a shelter to control mankind from the perspective of order...
But all failed.
Greed is something that cannot be eradicated even by powerful force.
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[February 26, Year 1 of the Cataclysm]
You lean on the bed, the pillow has the scent of lavender. You look at yourself in the mirror, the dark circles under your eyes are very obvious. In the past ten days, you have put in too much effort and hard work to protect mankind.
In the room covered with warm light, the white-haired, blue-eyed boy fiddled with the stone bowl in his arms, and a spicy smell came out of the bowl. He put down the stone and handed the bowl to you, and the blue in his pupils was like the blue sea in the cold wind.
"Drink it. Are you still suffering from insomnia?" said Bei Lisser.
You took the bowl, the pungent smell of medicine rushed into your nose, and you sneezed: "I don't want to drink it."
Over the past twenty days, many people have known that you have formed an alliance. More and more people have joined your camp and regard you as their leader. They hope that you can lead them out of this endless quagmire.
They call you - a hero, a god, the embodiment of the world's will.
You don't like these names, so you keep silent. However, more and more people call you this. In the end times, people always need an emotional leader who can convince them. You must take this position.
So, you accepted it.
It doesn't matter what, be a god, or be the embodiment of the world's will, as long as you can make them persevere and allow more people to survive, let you become this empty image solidified on the statue.
"How can medicine taste good?" said Bei Lisser.
His cold hands wiped your pale cheeks gently. He always exudes a pleasant medicinal scent.
You already have everything - fame, faith, power, strength. You can wave your hand and a large group of believers will die for you. You only need to say a few words to others and they will easily pledge their loyalty to you. However, sleep is what you crave the most. If you fall asleep a little, you will be easily awakened.
Bei Lisel stares into your eyes intently, his profile hidden in the blood-red sunlight filtering through the curtains - the sunlight has begun to change color.
"Go to sleep," said Beilissel. "I smell of herbs that make people sleep, not to make you feel unpleasant."
He fed you the medicine and covered you with a blanket.
"Asa, you will be afraid, afraid of failure, afraid that they will be disappointed in you, afraid that someone will die. But... you don't have to take them too seriously." His voice was like a flowing stream, and there was always a clear boyish feeling in his voice.
Bei Lisel's mentality is always relaxed. He doesn't cherish the fate of human beings as much as you do. Sometimes, you feel that this person is like a gust of wind, and he doesn't care about anything except his herbs and mechanical toys.
His actions are always gentle. Although he can be sharp-tongued sometimes, he will listen to you most of the time.
"People always have to move forward. Whether it is responsibility or shackles, I will not hesitate. No matter how they look at me, whether it is high, low, or hateful, it makes no difference to me." You said.
"If you believe this, I will always be with you," Bei Lisel said. "You will give them everything."
"What can I give them?" You sneered, and you remembered that one time you saved someone, but he scolded you, 'Akto must have done something shameful during the Century Cataclysm, which led to his invasion.'
You shook your head, closed your eyes, and murmured:
"Hate?"
"Painful?"
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