Chapter 119 Part 2
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Chapter 119 Part 2: Praise for ‘Pure White’, Oath of the High Wall, “Guernica” (2)
In an instant, countless people let out heartfelt sighs of gratitude.
17 years ago, a terror called the “disaster beast” swept across the world, threatening to topple it.
Seventeen years ago, the Wall of Sighs stretched across the Donghong Federation, the Sacred United Country, various city-states, and even deserts and seas. It cast grand daylight over the world, concealing all strange phenomena caused by the Disaster Wave, forcibly shutting them down and reverting them back to the form of “eggs,” thereby protecting all living beings.
The so-called Calamity Seed is the egg of the disaster beast.
Since that moment 17 years ago, human civilization officially entered the stage of researching ways to combat the disaster beast.
Whether it’s the current super AI, Dreamweaver, the ether satellite, Fuxi, or the Fuel, Disaster Shell, and Witch in the Fire Seed Project, they are all the collective results of the entire civilization’s research during this period.
A large part of the technological advancements stem from the analysis and research of Calamity Seeds.
The Wall of Sighs’ forced suppression of the disaster beast provided humanity with the time and conditions necessary to accomplish this seemingly impossible task.
And now…
“The dominance of White is gradually diminishing, starting from September 13th, 6 years ago, the abnormality of the Calamity Seed has been slowly thawing, and the occurrence of the Inverted Tower event is directly related to this.”
“Since that day, White has been becoming increasingly unstable, experiencing a disturbance roughly every three days, especially recently, the turbulence of White was particularly evident on the day after the performance ended.”
Someone sighed:
“Chu Yuanqing and the Artificial Lantern resonated powerfully, erupting after exhausting all Calamity Seeds. White seemed to sway in response, followed by a continuous disturbance that lasted for a full six minutes. Does this… signify the passing of the old and the coming of the new, passing on the torch?”
In this subtle remark, there was a comforting positivity wrapped within.
Anyone could guess the hidden meaning in the air around them turning heavy.
“Perhaps, but no matter what, humanity cannot afford to lose White right now.”
“At the very least, we must find a way to eradicate all disaster beasts before its blessing fades.”
“The plan of ‘Dazzling Stage’ carries all hopes, their radiance will certainly forge a new dawn as the sun changes.”
“Both the saintess and Chu Yuanqing appeared one after another, confirming the success of the Fire Seed plan. As long as they create a witch of the Kline level, there is hope for everything.”
However, no matter how much self-encouragement, the reality of The Wall of Sighs collapsing gradually is still imminent, making many people feel oppressed.
In the end, someone prayed devoutly:
“I swear by the high wall, praising the pure white gift, and grateful to the unknown creator, asking you to… give humanity a little more time.”
“Praise the pure white gift.”
“Praise the pure white gift.”
The Dream Weaver descended to weave dreams, revealing the image of the mascot once again.
The expression of Dream Weaver Rabbit was complex. This super AI, which should only determine character through intelligent modules, now, at this moment, followed human faith, closing its crimson eyes and sighing in prayer:
“Praise… the pure white creator.”
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At noon that day.
After Chu Yuanqing and her lovely daughter finished eating, they happily returned to their dormitory. Chu Yuanqing treasured her old backpack, inside which was a vinyl record wrapped in magic silk thread.
Hmm, I wonder what Little Shu was thinking with this gift. Although I don’t dislike it, we don’t even have a fancy record player at home.
Chu Yuanqing pondered, feeling a sense of nostalgia, much like when she used to work overtime and made time to watch the full collection of digital monsters her daughter had given her. She decided that before she died, she must buy a good record player to listen to the record Little Shu had given her.
But what should she give back this time?
Chu Yuanqing looked worried with her delicate face. She patted her backpack, thought for a moment, and decided to stop worrying. Little Shu’s birthday was coming up soon, so she would just wait and give her a gift then.
——September 13th.
Chu Yuanqing remembered this date very clearly in her heart, whispering to herself:
“Sea City Art University should have started classes back then.”
“Calculating the time, ‘Dazzling Stage’ should still be filming by then. The second performance might just be ending, and the new students could have a break once school starts. The authorities should offer some compensation, right?”
After some thought, Chu Yuanqing hid her precious little schoolbag back in the cupboard and sat back on the edge of the bed, lost in her thoughts.
She couldn’t think of a suitable gift. Her current identity was convenient—she could simply ask Little Shu what she liked as a friend and give it to her as a gift from her father.
However, the closer one gets to death, the more they tend to reflect.
Chu Yuanqing was becoming increasingly absent-minded, even during training. If she didn’t activate ‘Heart Flow,’ she would drift off, like a piece of melting ice. Her memory was sluggish, almost like that of an elderly person, with many memories from 17 years ago clouded by gaps and blanks.
Sea of Truth was slowly taking away everything from her.
Each time the curse erupted, it would strip away a bit of her past memories.
Several days ago, a curse erupted. Although Chu Yuanqing managed to suppress it with her willpower, it still took away some things.
If her life were a book, there would often be words smudged by dark squares, becoming blurry and intermittent.
Chu Yuanqing could vaguely guess what she had forgotten. Her parents turned into disaster beasts. After she was saved, she grew up in an orphanage, but…the memories of that place are all fragmented and faded.
Who raised her? Who told her bedtime stories? Who taught her the ways of life? The faint sense of those blurry figures, like shattered light beams, scattered across her sleepy face in the afternoon, luring her thoughts to wander into empty corners.
Feeling so lonely.
Whenever such emotions arise.
Charlotte’s appearance and laughter faintly linger in Chu Yuanqing’s mind.
However, this time, The Last Diva’s gentle yet silent gaze only evoked greater confusion and sadness.
Chu Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, then promptly withdrew.
She closed her eyes, no longer thinking, pondering, or reminiscing.
As a result, strong feelings of loneliness, emptiness, confusion, solitude, and remorse were all frozen like ice and buried deep within her heart.
“Past mistakes cannot be corrected, but we can choose our actions for the future.”
Chu Yuanqing whispered softly, her past shattered and eroded, ready to plunge into the abyss at any moment, losing strength, courage, determination, and power.
She told herself:
“Chu Yuanying, this world still needs you.”
Therefore, she must hold on to her inner savior, and erase that part of her that is soft.
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That night, the main bedroom was in the practice room.
Xie Qingxuan couldn’t sleep on the other person’s bed after being scolded by Chu Yuanqing. She feared making the other person angry again.
So, the golden retriever had been staying on her own bed these days. It felt strange to sleep alone. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could think of was the warmth and fragrance of the kiss. Just thinking about it made her legs restless.
Unfortunately, Little Qing never told her how to cool down.
Although she felt much more comfortable after the kiss, there was still a lingering taste of something missing. After her body cooled down, there was an inexplicable restlessness in her heart.
Tonight was the same.
The golden retriever was puzzled by this and could only use willpower to push aside these strange feelings. She dragged herself into sleep, weighed down by the exhaustion from intense training.
But ever since kissing Chu Yuanqing, her dreams had been filled with strange and vivid images, resembling a Picasso painting like “Guernica,” and ending poetically yet cruelly, much like “The Rose of Versailles.”
The first ray of morning sunlight shone through the window onto the pillow.
Xie Qingxuan blinked her eyelashes, waking up from a familiar dream, feeling disoriented. As she sat up, tears silently fell from the corners of her eyes, dripping onto her pillow.
Tears shattered in the fake sunlight, telling forgotten stories.
So… Can you cry in dreams?
