Chapter 81: Fragmentary Diary
Chapter 81: Fragmentary Diary (7)
It's boring, dull, and unremarkable. If it weren't for some idiot's wishful thinking, I wouldn't have to waste my time to remedy it.
It was a long and tiresome road, with the wind and snow covering both the origin and the end, and also causing Him to develop some bad habits.
Like starting to hate worthless but living things.
On the way, He gradually gave up the things that a living being should have, such as the concept of time, sympathy for pain, and perception of happiness. Humanity gave up itself voluntarily, and rationality and divinity replaced Him as His most important components. He no longer understood that joy was good, so that He would not change His purpose out of pity. He could not understand that sorrow was good, so that He would not let them continue to suffer out of sympathy.
Even negative emotions disappear, so you can wander calmly in solitude. All in all, this is a great benefit with no harm.
Step by step, there was no one who could stop her on the stairs leading to the highest point. Branca's wrong acting made her condition worse, and she could not even accommodate the uniqueness of the adjacent paths. If she was unwilling to give up the slightest possibility in her hand, and unwilling to admit that her world had already been destroyed, then she would never be able to accept the nature of "decline".
"A monster without blood, tears or heart," she said to Him.
"Boring," He said.
After watching the boring world for too long, He has forgotten what boredom feels like. Perhaps He was so happy that He finally got something, but found that it was not what He expected... No, this should be "disappointment"? Or "sadness"? Well, it doesn't matter what it is. Anyway, no one will discuss these issues with Him in the future, and He will have endless time to think about these things slowly. Perhaps it was just that His "emotional confusion" curse was triggered by the true god of the adjacent path, which slightly affected Him.
To be fair, He - whether it is the present or him, actually does not hate life. Living life has infinite possibilities. The land that has experienced desolation will sooner or later be revitalized, and life that has overcome pain will be more beautiful. Pain and sorrow are necessary, but beauty and hope are also necessary. Trapping life in the cage of despair, even if you pay a thousand years of pain in advance, the final result is only destruction.
When she is reminiscing about the past and missing the beautiful blue sky and vast grassland, while he is looking to the future and expecting the unknown world, they are destined to not understand each other, let alone forgive each other.
"What you can't accept, I will accept for you."
Under the polar night sky, on the pale snowfield, the sky is silent, the earth is silent, and the long dream is cruel and beautiful. Thousands of years ago, the god was unwilling to admit the despair and misery of the broken family, so he chose desire and escape. Thousands of years later, the cold wind whistled like a knife, covering the crying and burying the prayers. Before the new god sat firmly on the throne, he could no longer bear the broken world and issued a solemn declaration:
"I curse my hometown, and this is the end!"
"I curse all the living beings here, and curse your cruelty, selfishness and ignorance. You will lose your life, existence and history. The mist and snow will swallow everything. Then, I wish you peace at last."
"...I wish this planet good luck. No matter how broken or declining it is, new life will be born on it."
"I wish that future life will have the arms to open up the road to civilization, and no longer have to live in the haze and cold." Roars, cries, cheers, and curses filled the ears. Some people were crying, some were laughing, some were cursing the gods because they tried their best to survive but were denied existence by the gods, and some were happy because they received the announcement of death in a painful life and confusion. The new god looked down at the creatures under his feet from a height of ten thousand feet. There were only five or six hundred intelligent creatures, and the number of animals and insects could also be counted. However, it was not so, but it had reproduced in the only pure land for a thousand years and had not yet become extinct. If there were no many prerequisites, and no intervention and selfishness of the gods, this would be considered respectable.
It is difficult to explain how much influence that madness had on me. The moment I saw the truth, awakened myself, and embarked on the road of escape alone to find the future, I welcomed my first long death. Now, in the endless void and cold silence, I occasionally hear Branka in my consciousness mumbling something about missing his homeland and sincerely loving his hometown and planet. I used to feel the same way, but now it has drifted away with the wind.
Without her protection, the wind howled into the last grassland, dyeing the grass white, wrapping the flesh with ice and snow, and all life would die in just a few minutes. The continuation of a thousand years was only for this moment of extinction. I didn't feel sad, I breathed a sigh of relief, and even finally felt the joy of wanting to embrace this planet. Die, Branca, go to death, don't whisper in my ear anymore, only my reason will last forever with the divinity.
Suffering makes life progress, and it also makes me finally give up my feelings of being born as a tiny being, my feelings of nostalgia for my homeland, my feelings of nostalgia for the past, and my ability to miss the smiles in my memory. This is a kind of calmness of knowing that everything is empty after death. The end is coming, and I just feel bored.
"Cry, cry as much as you can."
"Either curse me, or laugh, or hate me!"
He said angrily for the last time to all the lives in various forms when death came: "At least live for yourself at the last moment!"
TBC
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The next chapter of the diary ends.
Small setting supplement: Bran Enka's real name is Brana. Enka is the tribal surname. When calling strangers or in very serious occasions, the final sound of the name will be omitted when calling the full name, and the surname will be added to make it appear more solemn.
The full name of Decline is "Alkatulia Winter". After the "cold wave", the surname custom of the two races disappeared. The surname no longer has the meaning of blood and family, but only represents the date of death. "Er" is a common erhua sound, just like the ending e in English, which is silent. "Ka" is a class name, representing the priest class. The "lia" at the end of the name refers to gender. Lia means no reproductive ability and no gender (worker ant, laborer, a kind of resource). These nouns are used to distinguish individuals and are only equivalent to code names. So if all are removed, his name is Atua.
"Bitter Winter" was translated by Decay himself when he needed to introduce himself on Earth. Originally, the word was just "winter", but because winter is a disaster in his civilization, the word has a derogatory meaning, and the context is more like "the life-killing cold" or "a bitter cold wave".
↑These will be introduced in more detail in later sections.
(End of this chapter)