Close your eyes to relax.
Su Changxing once again sorted through the series of events that had occurred before, a habit of his.
He didn’t know why things had co to this point today; he just kept moving forward step by step, with no way to retreat, as if sothing was pushing him from behind.
When it ca to giving up, he was certainly unwilling.
He can survive.
Even if this world is destroyed, he can survive.
The Bronze Gate in the sky is the portal of the Doomsday Ga, a doorway to other worlds, worlds also shrouded by the Doomsday Ga.
But he felt that since he was born in this world, it was his ho.
With the destruction of his ho, he would beco a person without roots.
This made him think of the head, another self that was just a skeleton head, whose world had been destroyed, wandering as a player.
The first half of the head’s life was identical to his but later completely different.
They were like the sa person in parallel worlds.
This also left Su Changxing very surprised; since they were parallel worlds, why did they intersect?
The intersection was at the Doomsday Ga, at that Zombie World.
Perhaps the Doomsday World built a bridge across different parallel worlds, or maybe the Doomsday World is the origin of parallel worlds.
The attack by Harris was completely unexpected for him; the usually quiet wizards suddenly made a move, and with such a grand lineup.
But since they won, that’s a good thing.
Regarding this attack, the Doomsday Ga released a mission, and everyone had it; as long as they participated in the battle, there would be corresponding rewards.
Although they lost nearly eighty or ninety Extraordinary beings, more Extraordinary beings were born, and the overall combat power was instead greatly enhanced.
In just this battle, they gained eight million extra points; that night, Su Changxing manufactured twelve hundred pendants to distribute once more.
Thus, most mbers of the team had Guide Pendants, and they were considered the elite part of Team 17, with many becoming Extraordinary within two or three days.
Su Changxing didn’t know exactly how many Extraordinary were still needed, but he felt it was close, just these few days.
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"Yesterday, wizards led people to attack Nangang County, the leader of Team Seventeen led the resistance and won a great victory."
"The battle lasted for more than six hours, the leader of Team Seventeen of the Security Bureau, Su Changxing, killed the enemy wizard leader."
"Su Changxing’s strength reached an astonishing level, at least Tier Seven and above, specific details are unspecified······"
An elderly man with white hair sat cross-legged in the corner of a pitch-black house, looking at the information on his phone with a trace of a smile.
Beside him lay a gray-haired middle-aged man.
The air was filled with a salty fishy sll, outside the window could be seen dark seawater, hard for light to penetrate, as if swallowed.
They were on the thirty-first floor of a tall building, the entire city subrged, not many were left alive here.
This seawater didn’t co from elsewhere; it slipped down from the chains that connected the sky, accumulating more and more, breeding so terrifying monsters in the sea, unheard of.
Zhong Jueqing lay beside him, his clothes wet, mixed with so dried blood, his face pale, looking exhausted, one hand propping against the wall, looking dazedly at the old man:
"Old man, what did you just say won?"
The white-haired old man repeated: "Team Seventeen had another significant battle with those wizards and won. That young man is outstanding, probably the top in our world, unmatched."
"No wonder he dared to wage war against those wizards; it’s just that ti was too short, and situations everywhere are dire, not many can be transferred there."
Zhong Jueqing licked his dry lips with his tongue, taking a deep breath and saying: "I told you before, he’s not ordinary, I sensed it the first ti I saw him."
"In a person like him, there’s light in his eyes, extrely resilient; unless completely dead, he’s bound to achieve sothing."
"Although he’s strong and talented, after all, he hasn’t been exposed to the extraordinary for long, compared to those others, he’s probably still lacking."
The white-haired old man slapped his hand against the wall, sinking it in, calmly saying: "They’re not reliable, they’ve been away from this world too long and don’t consider themselves as part of it."
"They value profit, concerned more about their own safety; under such circumstances, it’s unlikely for them to appear and it isn’t necessary."
Zhong Jueqing felt a severe headache, rubbing his forehead, coughing, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, after a pause, he asked again: "So ten years ago that event was real!"
The white-haired old man nodded, saying: "It should be real, I originally didn’t believe it either, until encountering this doomsday, receiving responses from those people."
"It’s laughable to think we used such misguided views to asure the world, to protect our country."
"In the end, it’s all futile; so of our initial motivations were misguided, without reason."
"Sotis, the truth is right in front of us, but humans just can’t believe it; they often believe only what they want to believe, until the veil is totally lifted."
Zhong Jueqing felt dizzy but hearing this, his spirit involuntarily lifted.
More than ten years ago, an "Obliteration" occurred.
A 99% unnoticed obliteration.
A small fraction of people vanished from the world, along with their information and people’s mories, as if they never existed.
This is incredibly frightening to consider, but so individuals rembered, initially, no one believed them, but eventually, one proof after another unfolded.
A person’s traces left in the world are ultimately impossible to completely erase.
Such an event would cause massive panic; naturally, the Security Bureau didn’t disclose it, not even many within knew, treating it as if it had never happened.
"Since no one rembers them, there’s no information to prove their existence... I once thought it might be a misplacent of information; perhaps they truly don’t exist at all."
The white-haired old man showed a nostalgic look, speaking while thinking,
These mories are deeply buried in his mind, if not spoken now, perhaps no one will ever know in the future.
Zhong Jueqing suddenly found clarity, smiled and said: "So those people were once obliterated too; they’ve long been forgotten by this world, no wonder."
"Are any of these obliterated people coming back? I suppose if soone returns, there’d be records."
The white-haired old man shook his head: "Probably not, and there’s never been any associated record."
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