Chapter 756 seven hundred and fifty-four

Chapter 756 Chapter 754 · “Pioneers Don’t Die (2 (Magic Drops Bullshit, Bullshit Leader Plus 4k)

The 37th day of the war.

You come to realize that war is a continuous wildfire. Once the mouth is opened, it is difficult to stop burning. “Vengeance” and “Ambition” will be like thorny vines that keep growing, until all enemies are slaughtered to comfort the souls of the dead.

—If one day, they meet an enemy who killed their relatives, would anyone put down their guns because of the slogan of “peace”?

—If you meet a brutal city slayer, will anyone be killed because of the idea of ​​”no war”?

Because of this, you know, the war cannot be stopped.

The artillery fire was continuous, the corpses were scattered everywhere, and life was torn apart like shreds of paper. Only the artillery fire, roars, cries, and the wild laughter of traitors were left on the ground.

“—now I’m a hero too! I’m a hero too!”

“—Kill! Kill! You killed my relatives, are you still thinking of stopping the war!”

“—the world is mine! I turn over! I’m no longer a tramp, I’m the king of this world!”

People stop fighting because no one can get away.

You become more and more silent, more and more cold-because you know you cannot accept those distant calls for help, and you cannot reach out to them except by adding more and more emotional burden to yourself.

You start to study technology in the three fields of mechanics, biochemistry, and artificial intelligence. You want to start from the technological level to fundamentally save mankind.

【Man is always craving for what he does not deserve. They envied me and longed for me, but they didn’t know what kind of price to pay behind the mighty power. 】

This is what you wrote in your diary.

Some are jealous of your intelligence, some resent your strength, and some fear your massive followers. Some people started to slander you, and some people even thought that you brought this disaster.

Because you stand on the highest point of human beings, so everyone can slander you as much as you want – this is a matter of course.

You are not sad.

【If loving me can bring them confidence, let them love. If hating me can keep them alive, let them hate as much as they want. 】

Civilization is the only thing that matters.

…

“Now that the factions are divided, many people have established a country and become the overlord of the land. The Korca country has rejected our alliance invitation.” Xi put the information in front of your eyes: “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 **** by a red rope, and the ponytail swayed in the light, which made her clean profile look like jade.

When her dark eyes stare at you, it always reminds you of the light in the dark.

Xi is more like a peer to you. Although you are the youngest among the nine seats, everyone subconsciously ignores your age and treats you highly.

Only she is like a friend of the same generation when communicating with you.

You rubbed your temples, bloodshot eyes in your eyes: “Got it.”

“Aren’t you going to take a look? Their extortion words.” Xi said.

“No, I don’t understand this,” you said.

Your words are extremely calm, like the wind that has suddenly ceased. Only in the presence of your companions will you drop your hard armor and become a little softer.

Suddenly, with a “pop”, her hand rested on your desk.

She lowered her body and looked at you sitting on the chair. Those black onyx eyes were very close to you, and her breathing was faintly audible.

You can even smell her lemon scent, and the bell on her wrist is extraordinarily crisp.

“Then go to study, study diplomacy, study mechanical knowledge.” She looked into your eyes: “You are the most powerful human being, the hero in everyone’s vague memory, and only you are the most suitable to lead them.”

Her jet-black pupils were extremely deep, and her face lost the cunning and smile of a little fox.

“Asa, no matter what happens in the future, I will face it with you. I promise.”

If life can be described by liquid, she is like a flowing life at this time. Full of vitreous clarity and fluidity.

She always has a thriving vitality in her.

“…I will learn.” you say.

You know that you must have enough knowledge and communication skills to lead more people to live.

You and her walked under the ginkgo tree and stared blankly into the distance. You find that the sky has grown gloomy, and the sun has turned blood red, like a mass of black blood hanging in the air.

Suddenly, you turned your head and looked at the ginkgo leaves rustling in the forest—

“The wind is blowing.” You muttered to yourself.

“It was quiet at night, but windy during the day…”

You stand still.

is like a soul wandering elsewhere.

…

After that, you threw yourself into all kinds of studies, trying your best to acquire knowledge.

You give speeches, build forces, stop wars, develop basic manufacturing and agriculture, build shelters, negotiate with coalition governments…

You no longer have too close a bond with anyone, which will only bring disaster to those you care about.

“As long as life takes root in the soil, it will try its best to bloom.”

Because of your strength and appeal, people are gradually willing to follow you and fight for you. Go through fire and water for you, and offer loyalty to you.

For some reason, you have a feeling—

You are a drowning man tied to stones, ropes bound to your limbs, and you are falling into the deep sea. The blood flowed out along the human body, locked your legs, and gradually floated up to your head and neck.

Tens of thousands of souls pass you by and cast all kinds of glances at you. Regret, hatred, joy, fear, satisfaction… You seem to embrace the pain of the entire human civilization.

You are walking in a world that gradually loses its vitality, and the fluttering black hair meets the hot warm wind.

This month, you fought a large-scale war against those tyrants.

“This is the first time I have experienced such a battle, can you adapt?” You glanced at the young soldier.

“Suitable…Adapting!” The little soldier’s face flushed with excitement, and he solemnly swore to you: “I will continue to fight and fight for you until the last moment! Lord God!”

When you heard the title of “Sir God”, you sighed silently in your heart, but did not deny it.

“The sky is clear, everything is revived, and spring is such a joy. It’s just that the spring is cold, and we need to persevere for a while.” You look at the decaying spring flowers around you, the corners of your mouth bend, and they droop again soon.

“Yes! Lord God!” The little soldier did not notice your sadness and continued to swear allegiance to you.

You nodded, not paying attention.

Six days later, the little soldier fulfilled his promise. While rescuing a mother and daughter under the rubble, the little soldier was shot through the chest by an enemy bullet.

Before he died, he looked at you as if he were looking at a whole spring.

“God…Sir…”

“You must…take them…go down…”

You looked at his lost lustre eyes and silently swallowed the pain in your throat.

This is not the first “little soldier” you see.

Thousands of “little soldiers” have long died in front of your eyes. Their death is like an invisible burden, pressing on your head and spine, making your shoulders heavier and heavier.

The 44th day of the war.

The corners of your eyes are tired, and your words become more and more silent. You have learned to cover yourself with a mask.

Sometimes, you retching in places where no one is there. The pressure is so great that it makes you dizzy.

“vomit…cough…cough…”

The cool water washes away your reflection.

…

“You still can’t drink, what a pity.”

After burying the soldiers, your companion, Yue patted you on the shoulder, her silver hair grazed your face like running water, itchy, like pure white tail feathers.

You hear her voice word by word:

“It’s okay, I’ll wait until you can drink. Until then, no one is allowed to run away.”

Your eyelashes tremble.

You look at her face reddened by the aroma of wine and want to say something. Your companions have suffered too much during these times, whether it was malicious speculation, or wounds in the war… They have been following you, and they have to endure so much pain.

You always feel that these mistakes are also in you.

If it wasn’t for you, these eight people were so strong that they didn’t have to suffer at all.

You want to say something.

For example, if I knew earlier, I wouldn’t bring you guys, for example, I don’t want to learn to drink, for example, you should leave me soon, don’t burden me any more.

But you are speechless.

Yue put her hand on your shoulder, her expression was slightly drunk, but her eyes were firm.

Like…the lonely moon floating on the branches tonight, cold and resolute.

She held your hand extremely hard, passing on her courage to you.

As if she was silently swearing with this powerful gesture that she would always be with you.

“…”

Finally your lips tremble:

“it is good.”

“No one is allowed to escape.”

You know it’s over.

Completely finished.

Your eight companions have voluntarily not escaped this barrier and voluntarily bear all this pain. You can’t push them away.

The savior is not so easy to take, and you have deeply felt the pain of it. But they are already like moths to the fire, and they want to be by your side. You can’t pull them out of deep water.

And she just lightly knocked her head on your shoulder and chuckled:

“Then you should help me find a partner early, I like pretty and cute, she can be weaker than me.”

You hear your own trembling voice:

“…Gods are not responsible for helping you lead the red line.”

“…If you want, just live and find it yourself.”

…

—Will you hear distant pleas?

Sitting at a desk with flickering candles, you write a diary.

【I often think, if someone cry, despair and die in such a cruel world. Can my hand hold all of them on the verge of falling? 】

【If I take an extra minute of rest, how many people will die because I am too late to rescue me this minute? Will it cause disaster because of my slack? 】

【The clock became a notch inscribed in my skull. Every second I stopped, I felt guilty for the weight I was carrying, and I couldn’t catch my breath for a moment. 】

【I can’t mourn endlessly, my head can’t look back, my eyes can only go forward. 】

【Human beings are human because of their precious empathy and dedication. I am proud that I have these, so,]

The tip of your pen trembled, and a windbreaker draped over you, dispelling the cold in the room.

The white-haired youth sat quietly on the small stool behind you, looking at you silently.

The companionship of this companion is always silent and firm. At the same time, his temperament is very stubborn, even if you drive him away, he will come back eagerly and guard by your side.

You will often see him in the shadows, he is like a black knight holding a sharp sword, hiding in the shadows, rarely disturbing your life, but always watching you.

“Lin Guang.” You whispered to him.

He leans forward, and with this quiet gesture, shows you that he is listening.

“If one day I die, you are not allowed to die with me.” You say: “You will live until your life ends.”

If among your eight companions, whoever has the deepest attachment to you is this person. All his emotions are built on you, and if you die one day, he may die with you.

“No.” Ling Guang also expressed his refusal in simple words. He rarely rejects you, this time being an exception.

The flickering lights illuminated his drooping brows and eyes. The color of his pupils was very light, like fog-like clouds. The wind would roll over when the wind blows through the waves, as if any emotion would be blown away from his pupils by the wind.

“I don’t know what kind of person you will become if I die before you.” You didn’t look at his painful eyes: “I don’t want to see you degenerate, but I prefer you to live. ”

You can probably guess what kind of twisted look he will turn into if you die.

But living is your only hope for him.

Yet he just shook his head.

“You won’t die.” He said: “If one day you are really cornered, I will stand in front of you until the last moment. You can’t die before me.”

Your pen tip trembled.

You have finished writing today’s diary.

【so,】

【For them, I want to live. 】

【No matter how painful it is and how much I have to bear, I still have to…live. 】

Writing here, you stopped writing.

Your life is no longer made for you alone.

If you die, thousands of lives will be affected by you, they will lose their faith, shelter, leadership, and even their lives.

You must live in pain until the end of the world.

…

“Asa Aktor…”

“Asa Aktor…”

“Su Ming’an…”

Su Mingan was slightly startled.

Immersed in this memory and turbulent emotions, he almost forgot his own existence. Until he heard someone calling his name in a trance.

Illusion.

People were just chanting Asa Aktor’s name.

(end of this chapter)