Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 80 The Changed World
More than a year has passed since the world changed, and I don't know when I started to calmly accept the departure of Carlson Sr. Sometimes when I think back, I feel that his existence is so far away, so far away that it is almost not real.
Did that always kind-looking old blue-faced troll really exist in this world? Sometimes I even doubt it. Could he be a fictional illusion that exists only in my mind, so that I can accompany myself in this strange yet familiar world and not feel lonely?
This thought sometimes seems ridiculous, but sometimes makes me feel warm, as if he is still alive in my memory and has never left me for a moment.
Time is truly a panacea for the soul. It can always gently wipe away those fatal pains, leaving only those happy and warm memories.
The world as we know it was changed horribly, with dozens of cities, towns, and fortresses destroyed and wiped out from the face of the earth overnight. Fortunately, however, two cities that were of great importance to me survived:
The first is Campnavia, the small town where I gained freedom. This originally standard inland city has become a brand new seaport city due to the tearing of the earth, and it is one of the most important military ports in the territory of the Southern Alliance. As the front line against the maritime offensive of the Doomsday Empire, this city is no longer suitable for the junior space travelers who have just stepped into this plane world. Now the city is always crowded with Alliance adventurers around level 45. They are eager to board the ocean-going warships here, ready to board the Doomsday Kingdom across the Broken Sea and use their own weapons to fight for their honor.
But for me, all of this is irrelevant. The most important thing is that in this city, there is still a street named after the flower of love, the smell of fresh bread from the bakery next to the street is still mouth-watering, and the girl who runs the bakery is still beautiful and hardworking. Whenever I see her smiling face in the afterglow of the sunset, I feel that no matter how chaotic and cruel the world is, it still retains some things that people call "happiness".
Another city is the "holy city" of the Continental Alliance, Freschit. It is not only the city of all races and faiths of the Continental Alliance, but also the recognized capital of the entire Continental Alliance. The Supreme Council, composed of representatives of all races in the Continental Alliance, is stationed here. Every day, the highest military meeting of the continent is held to discuss strategies to resist the invasion of the Doomsday Empire.
However, for me, the most important thing about this city is that it preserves all the guild headquarters, including our dilapidated guild headquarters, which the guild leader said was "far outside the Fifth Ring Road". In that three-story wooden building, there is a room that belongs to me alone. It is a place that is like "home" to me, a place I can "return to".
During this year-long adventure, I have completed many new tasks that are so difficult that you can't imagine, and I have defeated enemies that are stronger than before. Sometimes when I think back, I don't even know how I escaped from the brink of death again and again. It requires great courage, unyielding will, enough caution, but more of it is miraculous good luck. I don't know how many times I wanted to use my mysterious power to save my life, but I finally restrained myself and survived. In the dark, I seem to feel that the ghost of old Carlson is following me and protecting me, allowing me to escape the doom of death again and again, and also escape the punishment of the gods for exposing my abilities.
Among all the tasks, there is one that left a deep impression on me. This task is not difficult, and can even be called very simple: near the border of the Doomsday Kingdom in the north of the Broken Sea, a small dwarf village was attacked by the enemy's catapults. A dwarf girl named "Shuangyue" was injured by the rubble and fell in a pool of blood. As long as you give her a bottle of light life potion to help her out of danger, this task will be completed.
This is the only quest you can find in this village, and it is also a quest that I have never seen without any reward - no gold coins, no experience points, and no equipment rewards.
But what I could not imagine was that this mission of "rescuing little Shuangyue" became the most famous mission after this great change in the world. In the more than one month before the world resumed operation, people from all directions gathered in this village just to lend a helping hand to this poor dwarf little girl.
We all know that many things in this world are controlled by the hands of the gods, and are destined to happen again and again. Even if she was rescued, this poor little girl would be knocked down in a pool of blood again and again - those who are involved in the sky call this process "refreshing". When doing this task, the group of sky-related people who are usually undisciplined actually all patiently lined up in an unprecedented neat queue, one after another quietly waiting for Xiao Shuangyue's "refresh". As far as I know, during that period of time, many sky-related people came to this world just to queue for four or five hours just to complete such a task, and what surprised me most was that our president, Miss Feiyin, was one of these people.
That was the first time I saw this woman not running around in the world for gold coins, but just standing there quietly, waiting silently for almost a whole day.
Once upon a time, a dark elf female assassin from the Doomsday Empire, with the help of six adventurers from the Continental Alliance, passed through the heavily guarded checkpoints and entered this village, just to complete such an ordinary task. When she stood in the long queue, the bright red soul mark on her head was very dazzling, but from beginning to end, no one attacked her. A wonderful tacit understanding existed in this border village, turning it into a peaceful place far away from disputes.
In the end, when the dark elf found out that the members of the Doomsday Empire were unable to complete the task, he burst into tears and finally had to leave sadly.
It is said that because of this mission, the number of junior spacemen in the Continental Alliance was far greater than that of the Doomsday Empire. I believe that if this momentum continues for another year or two, the Doomsday Empire will collapse. However, a similar mission later appeared on the Doomsday Empire side, which gradually restored the balance of power between the two sides.
I was deeply puzzled by the noble enthusiasm and solemn sense of ceremony these spacemen showed for this extremely simple and natural task, and I did not think it was necessary at all. Every intelligent and conscientious soul would not sit idly by when faced with such a thing. This was just the simplest and most plain sympathy and concern of one intelligent life for the distress of another intelligent life - it never needed to be presented in such a solemn form.
I didn't do this task when people were queuing up. It was not until a few months later, when the enthusiasm of the airmen to rescue Xiao Shuangyue gradually faded, that I returned here and completed this task. After completing the task, a letter from "Darimos Company" appeared in my communication records - this letter scared me at the time, I thought my secret was discovered and attracted the personal inquiry of the Supreme God.
After opening the letter, I saw some incoherent words:
Because of the existence of this child, this new version passed the review. She saved this world, but in another world, no one saved her. We don't blame those who pass by, because sometimes we ourselves walk so fast that we leave morality and conscience far behind. We only hope that the millions of times we reach out in this world today can be exchanged for one time in another world tomorrow. We don't need any other rewards or prizes, because when we reach out, our hearts have already received the greatest reward.
What a confusing passage, I thought, but fortunately it seemed that I was safe for the time being. At the same time, I was curious about the relationship between this "Darimos Company" and the Supreme God. I almost couldn't help but want to use my strange ability to trace the source of this letter, but in the end I held back - I believe that no matter what, staying as far away as possible from things under the banner of the Supreme God is the way to stay safe.
In the past year or so, I have traveled around the world as much as possible, trying to use my eyes that can see the origin of the world to find another possible original person with free will like me and Old Carlson - of course, I didn't find any. As I once discussed with Old Carlson, our existence is an unexpected and huge mistake made by the gods, and such mistakes cannot always appear. But I am not discouraged because I believe that I just haven't found them yet, or in other words - they just haven't been born yet. But as long as the world is still running, one day, I will find a new companion.
Although I didn't find a new companion, this year of adventure and travel has allowed me to see more in this world. The Supreme Council of the Falvi Continental Alliance has always claimed that the Doomsday Empire Army is an invader, but as I explore deeper and deeper, I become more and more skeptical.
I have been behind enemy lines on some missions, and there are many books about the history of the Doomsday Empire in the homes of some merchants and nobles. According to them, in an ancient time that we have no records of, the various races of the Doomsday Empire were originally one of the masters of the Falvi Continent. Those demons, blood races and dark elves were intelligent beings born and raised in this world just like us. However, due to the prosperity of races such as humans, dwarves, elves and gnomes, they gradually lost their living space and became second-class people who were excluded and persecuted on the continent. They once stood up to resist the fate of being enslaved and oppressed, but they were cruelly suppressed and persecuted. In the end, they had to leave this world through the mysterious star magic and escape to a distant alien time and space.
However, these wanderers who left their homes always wanted to return to their homeland and take cruel revenge on the enemies who drove them away with their blood and lives. Finally, the last king, Darendil, the "Heartbreaker", found a way to return through the huge energy of the other world. However, their first attempt failed. At the critical moment, the great magician, the "Guardian of the Sky", Dedotan found a way to exile them again and exiled them again with the magic of the "Devour Gate". This time, they were more fully prepared and made a comeback.
From all the information I can find, the information from the bookshelves of the nobles of the Doomsday Empire is very credible. At least I know that, except for the different bloodlines, they are exactly the same as us in many aspects, such as living habits, manufacturing technology, combat skills, etc. If this is the case, then for us, this war may be called a war of defending our country against aggression; but for our enemies, this may also be a war of return for justice.
However, in the endless wars and killings between the Alliance and the Empire, who would care about these things? Who would care whether our enemies are just? Who would recognize that their own interests are damaged? When the ferocious monster of war is released from the cage, who can lock it back?
In short, no one can see the end of this war.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder, what will our future hold? Will we achieve ultimate victory? Demonstrate our heroic deeds with the lives and blood of all the people of the Empire? Or will we lose everything? Become slaves of the invading army?
Sometimes I even wonder if peace is possible between the Alliance and the Empire? Can intelligent beings of different races and appearances join hands to live and create together in this world and forge a brotherly friendship? We firmly believe that if there is such a day, we may create an unimaginable brilliant civilization and usher in a bright future.
I am not the only hopeless pacifist in the guild. Our guild's chief thief, an internationalist fighter who has worked tirelessly for the peaceful liberation of the Falvi continent, and a defected dark elf Red Wolf also have such feelings. Because of the huge contrast between races and factions, he has encountered accidents many times during his adventures and was dismembered by a group of Alliance or Empire warriors who swarmed over. Whenever this happened, he would always lament with resentment:
I have a dream. I dream that one day, on the red mountain of the Uzig Mountains, the descendants of the blood clan will be able to sit together with the descendants of humans and talk about brotherhood.
I have a dream. I dream that one day, even the Moon Creek Forest, a place like a desert where equality is invisible and racial oppression is prevalent, will become an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that our children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today. I dream that one day, the Alliance and the Empire will be able to change. Although the two sides are still at war, the smoke of war will not stop. But one day, the elf boys and girls here will be able to be as close as brothers and sisters with the dark elf boys and girls, and go hand in hand...
Whenever I hear these affectionate words, I am always moved to tears. To be honest, with such good eloquence and talent, he should have been an excellent bard instead of a thief addicted to stealing.
As I said, although the map of this world has undergone incredible changes, from another perspective, this world is still the same, and nothing has changed: the conflict between the Alliance and the Empire continues, and the war is still going on; some new space travelers have joined this world, while others have disappeared after leaving; low-level guys are killing chickens - sometimes they are killed by chickens, and high-level guys gather in places with more experience to fight monsters and level up; some original cities, villages, and fortresses have disappeared, and new cities, villages, and fortresses have been built on the ruins. In addition to the map changes, whether it is the surviving natives or the space travelers who travel through time and space, people's lives have not changed much.
The same is true for dungeons. Although the movement of the continental plates caused some dungeon areas to disappear, some new dungeon areas were also born. To enter these new dungeons, you need a higher level and stronger combat power than the original ones. Although I have traveled to many places in order to find new native companions, in line with the principle of safety first, I dare to set foot in the areas covered by the dungeon magic only when I am at the same level and have companions with me.
As time went by, I have now reached level 68. I have always been very careful to keep a level with most of the guild members, not wanting to attract their attention because of my high level, but even so, I am now the highest level warrior in the guild. Whenever they want to explore a new dungeon (they call it "exploring"), they will usually ask me to go. Usually I will not refuse such an invitation, because a new dungeon often means a new opportunity to find companions.
Just like this time, I accepted the invitation of Changbow Shooting Sun and explored this level 65 copy called "Star Vortex" with them.
