A series of life-saving and displacement talismans were stuffed into Tina's hands. Tina looked at them - they were not without fear, some were crying and trembling, some had already begun to regret, but no matter whether they were just hot-blooded or just following the crowd, at least at this moment, they were heroes.
They are just ordinary people who are late for work and complain about the bad food in the cafeteria...
Tina remembered their glory at this moment.
"Tina...bye." Nia gave her a final hug.
Tina left through the escape passage at the rear.
With the help of various escape talismans, she escaped smoothly.
The strong wind hit Tina, and her legs ran fast under the blessing of the talisman, and she felt the pain of lack of oxygen in her chest. She did not look back, nor did she listen to the screams behind her. She hid the glass bottle in her left chest pocket, close to her heart. She knew that here - stored the history of the entire human race.
A vast history, a history spanning thousands of years, traces left by trillions of people - the fruits of an entire civilization.
The burning feeling of lack of oxygen hit her, but she felt that she had finally defeated the world once, with her ordinary first twenty-eight years of life.
She has been an ordinary person since she was young. Apart from being able to enter graduate school through studying, she has no special qualities that are far beyond those of ordinary people.
If superheroes will save the world when the end of the world comes, she will be the ordinary citizen cheering for the superheroes, and the camera will not linger on her for the slightest.
But now——
She clenched the glass bottle against her chest, feeling a surge of joy and excitement beating violently in her chest.
——Can ordinary people also become superheroes?
Although she was so frightened that her legs began to tremble, cold sweat trickled down her forehead, and even her vision was blurred due to tension, she felt a sense of pleasure - the fear of death, the fear of gods, and her own passion collided wildly, making her feel like a bird that had escaped from a cage, struggling to fly out among the thorns.
Don't try to take away our history!
Don’t even think about God!
She used the displacement talisman to keep escaping, and time passed quickly until she reached a small country on the edge. She walked on the street and saw a TV screen hanging on the side of the street.
——That was a live broadcast of the collective execution of everyone in the institute.
The blood exploded, as if draining her soul.
Tina finally felt at a loss.
She looked around and felt that there was nowhere to go - if the entire history of mankind was condensed in a small glass bottle, who could she give it to and how could she preserve it when she was alone?
At this time, the Holy Alliance discovered her, and the talisman pierced her right chest.
Bloody and seriously wounded, Tina stumbled away. She didn't know where to go, or who to trust. The gods seemed like a heavy shadow in the sky, and how could the lambs on the ground keep standing?
She doesn't know.
She didn't know how to survive.
Bleeding profusely, she was forced to the ground as she fled to the outskirts of the city, her legs having lost all strength.
A fine drizzle fell from the high sky. She looked up at the pale sky, vaguely thinking that spring was coming soon, when the dead plants would sprout new buds and the wild flowers that had not yet completely died would bloom all over the earth.
That scene must be beautiful.
She held the glass bottle in her bloody hands, and her breath became weaker and weaker.
Just before she died, she saw a figure walking towards her.
"Are you okay? Why are you covered in wounds..." It was a middle-aged man.
Tina didn't know who he was, but she knew that she must not let the history of mankind die here with her.
She used up her last bit of strength and struggled to hand the glass bottle to the middle-aged man.
"Ahem, please...you, stranger."
The voices became fainter and fainter, like the wind that was about to dissipate.
"Please... leave behind... the history of mankind..."
"Pass... 'Fire'... to the next person..."
She called this small glass bottle "spark".
The fire of humanity, the fire of hope, the fire that will ensure that civilization will not become rigid, the fire that contains thousands of years of history.
This may be the ending of a superhero, passing the flame to the next person, and then dying.
She likes spring very much.
But if history is buried, the spring of civilization will never come, people will forget all warm things, and become cold and standardized.
She could die, she feared that, but she wanted the fire to burn.
So, even though she didn't even know who the other person was, she had no choice.
——I am sorry to let you, a stranger, take on this responsibility. Please accept this "spark".
Tina closed her eyes and stopped breathing.
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Su Mingan came back to his senses from the oil painting. He pressed his chest, his heart beating very fast.
He looked at the painting - a female doctor in a white coat staring at a petri dish under the light. The meaning of the painting had changed in his eyes, carrying the burden of a soul.
"Twenty seconds." Noel said beside him, "You looked at this painting for twenty seconds."
Su Mingan nodded. It seemed that time flowed at a different speed.
He looked at the second painting, which was of the middle-aged man - the middle-aged man was shouting in the conference hall, and the congressmen below were looking at him.
Soon, Su Mingan's five senses sank into it.
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No.2 link the fire - Ruth
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Ruth never forgot the dead woman.
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