Chapter 4 Grammer has no future
Tips before watching: If there is backstabbing, it is completely normal; please don’t delve into it, just praise Aha.
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It feels like someone is pressing your head into the most advanced supersonic turbine drum washing machine and tumbling it up and down, left and right, and back and forth seventy-seven and forty-nine times.
Obviously, this so-called life simulator system is neither humane nor caring.
Until a dazzling white light seemed to blind An Ming's eyes, and in a trance he seemed to see a figure flash by and disappear.
"..."
An Ming heard nothing. The next moment, the scenery in front of him suddenly became clear, and a rotten and dilapidated smell rushed into his nose.
[When you were one year old, you were born in the Sky Empire - Grammer Republic. Under the dim light, you could only see the complicated looks in your father and mother's eyes. At that time, you were not clear about the meaning contained in those looks. It was only after a long time that you realized that they were sadness and despair.]
Perhaps the best future is never having lived.
Grammer has no future.
Everyone knows clearly that the children here have no future and will be used as the "fuel" for the empire to move forward until they are broken into pieces.
Your mother holds you weakly, looks at you with tender eyes, and says, “Live.”
You heard the crying and the warmth in his arms fading away.
You see your father holding your mother's hand tightly, and time seems to have stopped at this moment.
The world is cruel.
There is life being born and there is life withering.
[When you were two years old, you were always alone at home. Your father became silent after your mother died. Although there was not much food at home, you could always eat your fill at every meal.]
"Anlina...I'm sorry."
"I miss you so much."
The man brushed past the photo frame, his upright figure seeming somewhat fragile at this moment.
Although the man is not at home most of the time, he still tries hard to teach you to read and study, as if doing so can make him feel better.
[At the age of three, you showed wisdom far beyond your peers. Your father's poor but simple love made your life fulfilling every day. You read all the few books in the house.]
That day, my father was rarely drunk. He came home drunk with a yellowed flyer in his hand. He hugged you tightly and wanted to say something but fell asleep.
But you also know what your father wants to say.
For the first time in the night, light appeared on the lifeless street outside the house, and an excited voice rang out from the loudspeaker.
"Long live the Grammer Empire! Long live the Queen!"
You got the answer from the newspaper. The breeding was doomed under the hammer of the Amber King. The insect plague in the world was finally curbed. The nightmare that seemed like it would never end suddenly disappeared.
People rushed to the streets. Ever since the shadow of the global insect plague covered the world, they had never felt such a bright hope.
On that day, the people of Grammer fantasized about a better tomorrow, and they firmly believed that Grammer had a future.
[When you were four years old, you often held a book and lay by the window waiting for your father to come back. Your father, a knight of the royal court, came home less and less often. At the same time, you could feel the chill in the air. Under your father's supervision, you began to practice royal swordsmanship.]
The newspaper at hand contained the latest announcement from the ruling council and the royal court: "Please reduce the number of times you go out in the near future." There was no reason, just a cold notice.
There was less and less news coming from the border of the empire, and each time it was announced it was just a brief routine notice, and it seemed that nothing had changed.
The collapse of food prices and the increasingly silent streets are all foreshadowing the arrival of the truth.
But no one had ever imagined that the truth would be revealed in such a bloody and cruel manner, completely shattering the fantasies in people's hearts.
The sky was originally gray, but on that day it turned into a black that seemed to have no end.
Your father rushed into the room and fell to the ground. You saw that the hard armor was covered with horrific claw marks, and there were even several wounds that penetrated the armor and tore it directly.
"The border has been breached..." The man gasped for breath, and his hand holding the sword trembled so violently for the first time. What a desperate scene it was - it was a dead silence with no future in sight.
The star field defense network system that the Empire was so proud of completely collapsed when it could not even support one system under the violent swarm of insects. In the face of absolute numbers, even the strongest fortress would be torn into pieces.
The overwhelming swarm of insects completely tore apart Grammer's future. Death came like a wave. The death of [breeding] made the swarm of insects go crazy. They would tear apart all living things in sight.
Grammer has no future. The best future is to never have lived, so that he doesn't have to experience the despair that is more terrifying than death.
The sound of flesh being torn could be heard from the street outside the house. Ordinary people who had no time to escape were so small in front of the swarm of insects. The clean streets were dyed red with blood.
You want to help your father up from the ground, but the next moment there is a loud roar and the door seems extremely fragile at this moment and is chopped into pieces in just an instant.
The strong ringing in your ears made you freeze in place, and you saw the crimson elytra as sharp as sickles piercing your father's stomach, and hot blood gushed out instantly.
The man pushed you away, drew the long sword from his waist and slashed at the stinging insect with its wings vibrating in front of him, but he could only leave a shallow white mark on the shell.
"An Ming!"
"Live!"
This is the final farewell.
My body seemed to be frozen in fear, until I saw my father, regardless of the pierced body, using his entire body weight to press down on the stinging insects and stabbing them with sword after sword.
But in the face of absolute power, resistance with all one's might was like a joke. The man used his life to buy time for An Ming to escape, and his body, which had long since collapsed, finally found rest.
An Ming witnessed his father being cut in half, holding the fruit knife tightly in his hand. His father stared at him sternly, as if to say, "Run!"
The man closed his eyes peacefully only after he climbed out of the window. In fact, he had been fatally injured before returning home, but he still dragged his body to the limit and created a future of life for his son.
The streets were filled with ordinary people fleeing, and their cries and explosions blended into a symphony of doomsday.
If you run slowly, you will be ruthlessly devoured by the swarm of insects. Human limbs are torn off everywhere. Under extreme fear, people either completely lose the ability to move, or burst out with tremendous strength from the bottom of their hearts.
A stinging insect seemed to notice An Ming's presence, and swooped down with its elytra vibrating rapidly. Its sharp insect spears could easily tear open a human's torso.
An Ming was forced into a narrow alley, and the end of it was undoubtedly a dead end.
The fruit knife in my hand was extremely cold, but the fire in my heart was growing stronger.
The hibernating insects cannot fly in the narrow alleys and can only land on the ground and approach the weak prey in front of them. This is exactly An Ming's purpose - the only chance of survival on the ground.
Father and mother never wanted An Ming to bear a heavy fate, they just wanted him to survive.
Live!
I can’t die here!
An Ming gritted his teeth, and a surge of hot blood rushed up in his chest, urging his body forward.
The small body dodged the first attack of the stinging insect, and one could even hear the sharp sound of breaking air passing overhead. If one made a wrong choice, the outcome would be death.
The desperate attempt with the knife tip dancing brought An Ming the only chance to attack. He aimed the fruit knife at the pupil of the stinging insect and after a brief resistance, he pushed the entire blade in.
Dark purple blood splattered all over An Ming's face. It was too late for him to retreat. Such an attack was far from enough to kill the stinging insect.
As expected...he still couldn't do anything.
An Ming did not close his eyes and wait for death, but just quietly stared at the stinging insect that made strange roars, preparing for its final struggle.
In the second before death fell, An Ming thought of a lot of things. When time began to flow again - "Boom!" The exaggerated vibration swallowed up all the sounds around.
under the sun.
The silver-white cavalry descended from the sky and smashed the stinging insects into a blurry meat paste with their bodies, and their entire bodies seemed to be coated with a layer of dazzling light.