Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Kant is running.

He is just running.

Behind Cleveland.

Rush out of Huisha Town and keep running.

He didn't speak, just ran, and he didn't know what to say.

Rather than running, it's actually fleeing.

Not fleeing Huisha's pursuers.

Rather, it is escaping from a fact.

"Kant..."

The man on his back said weakly, "Put me down, it's safe enough."

Kant turned a deaf ear and continued to gallop.

Cleveland was silent for a moment and said softly, "If you don't let me down, it will be too late."

This sentence was like a sudden brake, which made Kant stop. He found a leeward place, put the knight down, and muttered: "What are you talking about? Didn't I spray you with medicine and bandage it? You wait here, I'll be back in a few minutes, I'll find a car, and medicine, a few minutes will be enough..."

Cleveland grabbed him and said calmly, "No need..."

"Don't **** talk nonsense!" Kant stared, "What do you know? I have a way, I have a way! I have a way! Don't force it, wait here, I..."

The knight sighed: "Kant, listen to me..."

Kant resolutely said: "Dream! I will never trust you aliens again! None of what you said is right! I am right!"

"Kant! Listen to me!"

The knight shouted loudly, shocking Kant, who was chattering. Then, he stretched out his gauntlet, pressed Kant's shoulder, and said softly, "Listen to me... I beg you..."

Kant slowly quieted down.

He looked at Cleveland, his lips pursed, his eyes red.

Cleveland took a deep breath: "I'm here to ask you a question, you killed Glenn in a way that I couldn't understand, and then, you used his fighting skills, can I understand that you passed some kind of way, depriving him of his power?"

Kant thought of the previous scene, and the pain that penetrated his heart still remained.

He nodded slowly.

The knight asked again: "Is it the power obtained from Saint Indies?"

Kant nodded.

He now finally understood why the animals were laughing wildly when the extraction enchantment was shown.

It turned out that this was what they thought, the most correct use of this power.

Cleveland said, "Then I beg you one thing."

Kant looked at him.

The knight stretched out his hand, and the dazzling Dou Qi radiance shone.

"Kant, take my grudge."

He says.

Kant blushed and hissed: "You **** want to eat! Wait here, I'll find medicine!"

The knight grabbed him with one hand and said calmly: "Kant, I forcibly blocked Roster's sword strike before, and I already suffered serious injuries. Later, in order to repel Glenn, I forcibly broke out a grudge. Compared with these two injuries, The later sword just triggered all the hidden dangers and bad consequences, but it has nothing to do with the injury itself... Do you understand? I know my body best..."

"I'm going to die," he said calmly.

Kant said loudly: "Fart! Fart!"

Cleveland ignored his words, just stared into his eyes and said, "Take my vindictiveness, take my sword, and protect Her Royal Highness in my place, can you? I beg you... No, you must do this, You have to remember, I saved you, I saved you with my life, so you owe me, you have to live well, because you want to live for me, you can't mess around, can't live in a mess, can't give up on yourself, you must If you think so, promise me!"

These few words seem to have consumed a lot of his energy.

The knight said softly, "You promise me... you must promise me."

"Also, sorry."

"Let you see such a human being, and let you see such a world."

"But in fact, this world is not so good, nor so bad..."

He murmured: "Don't lose your confidence, don't lose your vigilance, don't trust Goethe because of us, and don't hate the Empire because of them. In fact, we are all the same, there are good people and bad people..."

He stretched out his hand slowly.

The light of vindictiveness shone faintly.

"Take my strength, my mission, my life, and entrust it to you."

The knight looked at him with unprecedented weakness and pleading in his eyes.

"Come on, it's too late..." he said, "please let me leave something in this world."

Kant shook his hand.

The knight asked, "What shall I do?"

Kant gritted his teeth, his spiritual power spread and enveloped.

extraction.

He was ready to suffer, and he was ready to watch Cleveland suffer, but for some reason, the extraction went well this time.

He held the knight's hand and felt the grudge and will flowing into his body. He seemed to see the knight's life memories, every practice, every effort, every setback, every forge ahead, he looked up at the sun and admired the sun's cleansing Darkness, dignified, and dazzling the world, so he awakened such a grudge, which contained protection, holiness, and a strong will.

The knight smiled: "I thought it would be very painful, but I feel very relieved, as if my life is continuing, as if I am doing the most sacred and important thing in this life, a very strange feeling..."

Kant stared into his eyes.

He saw that Cleveland's figure was slowly blurring.

"Kant!"

The knight seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly said: "Don't seek revenge for the Goode family! They are very powerful and powerful, and there are big people behind them to help. If you can't fight them, you will surely die!"

After saying this, he showed a calm smile to Kant.

"If I say that, will it help you?"

Kant stared at him, unable to say a word.

The knight glanced at him, then looked up to the sky, to the stars in the sky, his expression was calm and gentle, not enough to frighten him even in the face of death.

But he was finally afraid.

Kant saw the knight showing a moment of fear and confusion.

"Kant, am I going to die..."

A teardrop fell from the corner of his eye.

"…Mother."

Then, the knight turned into scattered points of light and floated into the sky until it was very high.

In the valley of Saint Indies, the animals gathered together and looked at the sky bored.

They saw stars falling on the ground.

The whole of the island of Saint India was seen.

The animal sealed here raised its head.

Their eyes flashed with humanized surprise and sadness.

Then howled.

Countless tyrannical auras soared into the sky, hitting the seal of the sky, and the shapes of their animals changed a little bit, and they are continuing to change.

They understand one thing.

The last yoke has disappeared.

Because of the new fire thief, a sacred but sad... new reincarnation has begun.

It was clearly an animal, but tears rolled down her eyes, for them, for an old friend, and for the sad...heir.

What they don't know is that the successor has gone to another world.

Earth.

Condéso descended the stairs.

He stood in front of the rock wall.

Opposite the main entrance of the community, the facade project was originally engraved with a masterpiece by a Song Dynasty poet.

Now obscured by heavy canvas, there are many tools beside it.

Kant did something here a few months ago.

At this moment, he faced the stone wall and remained silent.

He holds the knight's sword in his right hand, and the diary in his left hand, his daily knowledge and experiences, all his memories, and thoughts of his relatives, which he has written for more than 300 days.

He said lightly: "Look, this is my home, another planet, another world."

"I'm not from Aurora, I'm Chinese. We have a history of thousands of years. We have been fighting wars and developing occasionally. In the last one or two hundred years, civilization has been able to advance by leaps and bounds, until now."

"I'm stuck here."

"The surrounding white fog is the first sign of the veil invasion on the crimson scroll."

"one Year."

"There's no way to reach the outside world."

"I've been optimistic and insisted, because my country is very strong, I think we can break through this white fog, and one day I can go out and be reunited with my family."

"As for me, that's what I think, so I work hard every day to live and live well."

"Yes, it's been a year."

"Sometimes, I think..."

Kant lowered his head and laughed: "I'm thinking, is there really anyone outside the community? Earth civilization, does it really exist? I dare not think about it, I dare not think about the white fog that pierces the sky, and there is no plane to fly. Come in, what does this mean, I can only pretend that I don’t know, but I can’t lie to myself.”

He smiled and laughed.

"I sometimes think too..."

"Is it because I passed through when the white fog came, so I escaped the catastrophe?"

"Or was it me... After crossing, that caused the appearance of the white mist?"

"Especially after seeing the crimson scroll..."

He smiled and laughed.

"I almost gave up. I already had this hunch in my heart. Only false comforts supported me. The longer it took, the more unbearable it became. I wanted to find something new for myself to do."

"And then you came."

"Traveling, going to another world, and starting a new life, it's all like this in the novel, there's nothing wrong with it, I think so too, the so-called going to the mainland to learn about the curtain invasion news and find a way to break the white fog is just my comfort. In addition to doing this myself, I also have plans."

"I plan to live a good life in another world, have some fun, and find some sustenance, so as to save money later, I broke through the white fog and found that human civilization was destroyed and collapsed on the spot - if before that, I had myself in another world. My life and sustenance are probably much better, I think so."

"Beautiful and beautiful new world, living in another world, fighting for dominance in the world, hugging from left to right, that's the plan."

"But... how did it become like this?"

Kant laughed and trembled all over: "Damn, why did this happen? Why are you all lying? Good people, how can you die if you die? Really, really, I plan to live in another world. Yes, I think a lot, I want to export the good things of our civilization to you, I have to do some things, and make some small contributions on the premise of ensuring a prosperous life..."

"If you are poor, you will be alone, and if you are successful, you will benefit the world. This is our philosophy."

"I thought so…"

"But I was wrong."

He whispered: "I don't understand anything, I can't do anything, I can't protect you, I can't see through their tricks, I have suffered such a big loss, and now I understand that I'm just a mortal person, I don't have You don't have to be so ambitious, you don't have to be so ambitious... I know I'm wrong, from now on, I won't think so far, I won't be so ambitious, I'll just do what I want to do."

He held up the diary in his hand.

It records his more than 300 days and nights, the sustenance of his soul and the false sustenance.

"From today on, I won't lie to myself."

"I don't need this anymore," he said softly.

Kant ignited this diary.

The spreading flames devoured all the papers.

He let go and let the ashes fall.

Then he grabbed the canvas on the stone wall in front of him.

- Swipe hard.

The appearance of the stone wall was revealed.

That Song Poetry has been levelled.

Lines of new text are engraved on it.

There are Chinese, English, French, and the major mainstream languages ​​used by modern humans that can be found in translators and bilingual books.

It is Kant's words inscribed on it.

"The creatures who parsed this line of text, maybe you are visitors from outside the sky, maybe you are the intelligent creatures of the next generation, what you see is the tombstone of a civilization and the last survivor, the last human being on earth carved Words of farewell to the whole universe. Our world was once splendid, but once died, I, Chinese Kant, a survivor who escaped by accident, in hopeless waiting and loneliness, together with my civilization , looking up at the starry sky and sleeping forever."

The so-called community area has been invaded by mysterious forces, the so-called attracting global attention, the so-called country is trying to rescue, the so-called relatives are looking forward to it, these are just the most idealized assumptions, he can't get any contact with the outside world, He didn't know what was going on on Earth outside the cell.

What may have happened is the worst.

On that day, the white fog came, mysterious power swept across the globe, all living beings disappeared without a trace, the earth may become a new home for alien invaders, or a dead planet.

Perhaps, he is already the last human being on earth.

Stones will weather, steel will rust, he dumps the yellow gold found in jewelry stores and banks, and pours these words into it... although he doesn't know what it means to do it.

Can only do this.

He stroked the lines of writing on the tombstone.

"sorry…"

He said so, then laughed.

"I originally thought that I could do something when I traveled to another world, but now I realize that I can't do anything, my ability is too small, and I can only solve my own problems."

"...My shoulders are too small to carry the weight of a civilization."

"I can only do this one step, sorry."

"Now, I'm going to do my own thing."

He stared deeply at the tombstone that he had hewn out by himself.

Then he inserted the sword in his hand in front of the tombstone.

"If I go and don't come back, you will lie here instead of me and guard this tombstone."

He raised his head and looked at this small world.

"Goodbye."

Then turned around and walked towards the main entrance of the community.

This is his home, where he lives.

Tall buildings, green vegetation, blue sky.

Abundant materials, advanced technology, and stable life are the fruits of the high development of human civilization. People are satisfied, medical care is developed, transportation is convenient, entertainment is diverse, all of which show a trend of prosperity, the country is prosperous and strong, and the society is developed. Everything is getting better.

Such prosperity and stability make people living in it have a false feeling.

make them forget one thing.

Make them forget what the human beings on this planet are really good at creating all this beautiful, stable, prosperous, great, peaceful environment.

In fact, it is destruction, war, killing, and destruction.

Kant walks in this steel jungle.

His eyes were cold, just like the history made by blood and fire, the world made of steel.

He does what he wants to do.

-You all have to die.

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PS1: The third update, and then on the shelves, there will be a testimonial later.

PS2: The death of the knight has been decided since the outline was determined half a year ago. I hesitated, but I still made a decision. This is the story I want to write. If I hesitate here, then choose this difficult subject for me. All the pressure, distress, criticism, and anger that was endured was undoubtedly an insult, so this decision was made... It was one of the most important events in Kant's life.

PS3: Of course, I also left a small tail. For the creator, appropriate tricks are understandable, and there is still a chance to deceive a wave of tears in the future.