Day 37 of the war.
You gradually realize that war is a continuous wildfire. Once it starts, it is difficult to stop burning. "Revenge" and "ambition" will continue to grow like thorny vines, until all enemies are slaughtered, only then can the souls of the dead be comforted.
——If one day, you encounter an enemy who killed your relatives, will anyone lay down their guns because of the slogan of "peace"?
——If you encounter a brutal massacre, would anyone accept being killed just for the sake of the idea of “no war”?
It is precisely because of this knowledge that, you know, the war can no longer be stopped.
There was continuous artillery fire, corpses were everywhere, and lives were torn apart like pieces of paper. All that was left on the earth were artillery fire, roars, cries, and the laughter of treacherous people.
"—Now I'm a hero too! I'm a hero too!"
“——Kill! Kill! You killed my relatives, and you still want to stop the war!!”
"——The world is mine! I have turned over a new leaf! I am no longer a vagabond, I am the king of this world!!"
People no longer stop wars because no one can escape.
You become more and more silent and cold - because you know that you cannot accept those distant calls for help, and you cannot lend a helping hand to them except adding more and more emotional burden to yourself.
You begin to study the technologies in the three fields of mechanics, biochemistry, and artificial intelligence. You want to start from the technological level and save humanity fundamentally.
[People always crave for things they don’t deserve. They envy me and admire me, but they don’t know… what kind of price they have to pay behind the powerful power. ]
This is what you wrote in your diary.
Some people are jealous of your wisdom, some are resentful of your power, some are afraid of your huge number of followers. Some people start to slander you, and some even think that you are the cause of this disaster.
Because you stand at the highest point of humanity, everyone can slander you as much as they want - and that's as it should be.
You are not sad.
[If loving me can bring them confidence, then let them love me. If hating me can keep them alive, then let them hate me as much as they want.]
Civilization is the only thing that matters.
…
"Nowadays, factions are divided, and many people have established their own countries and become local tyrants. The Keercha Kingdom rejected our invitation to form an alliance." Xi put the information in front of you: "Their leader said that the lives of civilians have nothing to do with him, he just wants more territory and gold."
Her black hair was tied up high with a red string, and the ponytail swayed in the light, making her clean profile look like jade.
When her dark eyes stare at you, they always remind you of the light in the darkness.
Xi is more like a peer to you. Although you are the youngest among the nine seats, everyone subconsciously ignores your age and looks up to you.
Only she acts like a friend of the same age when communicating with you.
You rubbed your temple, your eyes bloodshot: “Got it.”
"Don't you want to take a look? Their blackmail words." Xi said.
“No need, I don’t understand this,” you said.
Your words are extremely calm, like the wind that suddenly stops. Only in front of your companions will you throw away your hard armor and become a little softer.
Suddenly, with a "pop", her hands were propped up on your desk.
She lowered her body and looked at you sitting on the chair. Her black onyx eyes were so close to you that you could even hear her breathing.
You can even smell the scent of lemon on her hair, and the bells on her wrists ring especially crisply.
"Then go and study. Study diplomacy and mechanical knowledge." She looked into your eyes and said, "You are the most powerful human being, the hero in everyone's vague memory. Only you are the most suitable to lead them."
Her dark pupils were extremely deep, and her face no longer had the cunning and smile of a little fox.
"Asa, no matter what the future brings, I will face it with you. I promise."
If life can be described by liquid, then she is like a flowing life at this moment, full of glass-like clarity and fluidity.
She always has a vibrant vitality.
“…I will learn.” You said.
You know, you must have enough knowledge and communication skills to lead more people to survive.
You and she walked to the ginkgo tree and looked into the distance in a daze. You found that the sky had become gloomy and the sun had turned blood red, like a large ball of black blood hanging in the sky.
Suddenly, you turn your head and look at the ginkgo leaves falling in the forest——
“The wind is picking up,” you muttered.
"The night was quiet, but the wind blew during the day..."
You stand still.
It's like the soul is wandering somewhere else.
…
After that, you throw yourself into various studies and try your best to acquire knowledge.
You give speeches, build power, stop wars, develop basic manufacturing and agriculture, build shelters, negotiate with the coalition government...
You no longer have overly close ties with anyone, which can only bring disaster to the people you care about.
“As long as life is rooted in the soil, it will try its best to bloom.”
Because of your strength and appeal, people are gradually willing to follow you, fight for you, go through fire and water for you, and offer their loyalty to you.
For some reason, you have a feeling that -
You are a drowning person tied with stones, ropes bound your limbs, and you are falling into the deep sea. Blood flows out of the human body, locks your legs, gradually floats up, and flows over your head and neck.
Thousands of souls passed by you, casting all kinds of looks at you: regret, hatred, joy, fear, satisfaction... You seemed to be embracing the pain of the entire human civilization.
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