ebookland Chapter 660 'Don't Die'
Chapter 660 'Don't Die'
wake up.
Someone said to her.
The voice sounded deep in her consciousness, vague but extremely clear.
"The next step is up to you."
Those eyes that were bathed in moonlight were gradually collapsing. Some irreversible damage from deep within her soul made it impossible for her to even maintain normal language function.
The girl opened her eyes, and there was no light in her clear eyes, only a blankness.
"why."
She stretched out her hand, and her fingertips gently touched the moist corners of the eyes of the person in front of her, and a drop of cool crystal liquid came onto the fair skin.
"You're crying."
"036, why are you crying?"
The girl called 036 had tears in her eyes, and she herself didn't seem to know why she was crying.
The newborn girl, naked, slowly stood up from the container filled with golden liquid. Her wet white hair stuck to her smooth back. Golden water marks meandered down, outlining a perfect arc that was so breathtaking that even the Creator could sigh.
She was the embodiment of perfection standing there, like a flawless mirror without a single blemish.
"037, my duty is done," 036's body gradually faded, like a faded canvas, the colors and outlines were quietly melting away.
"037..."
The newborn girl murmured the string of numbers repeatedly, "My name is 037."
"036, what's the meaning of our name?" 037 was slowly adapting to the way of speaking, but there was still a blank reflected in his eyes.
"It means... the last digit of 036."
Pointless.
No one cares about the name of the container. No one will deliberately name the container. Whether it is 037, 038 or even 099, they are all meaningless numbers.
As long as it can continue to hold "moonlight", who cares about the original name of the container.
036 disappeared completely.
In the cold, pure white space, only 037 was left standing alone, in silence.
“We are empty shells.”
A puppet without a self.
The moment you open your eyes, despair begins.
No... that's not right. After all, we don't even understand what "despair" is.
How sad, yet how lucky.
Fortunately, I cannot understand my own misery.
...
...
"It's actually... the sea?"
An Ming stood there in a daze, looking at the endless azure sea. Under the shining blue moon, the clear waves surged with a dreamy phosphorescence.
It's like stars inlaid on the sea, shining brightly under the refraction of the moonlight. From a distance, it seems like you have arrived in the galaxy.
In previous explorations outside the city, no sea had ever been discovered, and even the number of lakes was not large. An Ming took out a map from his backpack and made a detailed record of the route.
The existence of the sea meant that there might be other towns on the other side of the sea. At least there couldn't be only one Twin Moon City on this planet.
Leave a mark, confirm the safety situation, look for possible clues... There are still many things that need to be done immediately. An Ming strode to the beach and threw his shoes on the beach.
Just step into the cool sea water and feel the waves washing over your ankles.
The sea water flooded over his ankles, and the fine sand flowed gently under the surging sea water. An Ming took a deep breath of the slightly salty air.
At least for now...
An Ming let himself lie on his back on the dreamy pure white sand beach, spreading his arms and letting the waves wash over him and then recede, feeling the long-lost relaxation.
If it were on Blue Star, this kind of place would definitely be a bustling holiday attraction, and perhaps even a popular check-in spot for internet celebrities. After all, an ocean that is like a galaxy is a miracle that is difficult even to describe in dreams.
Life after the time travel was very hard, and there was no one to talk to, but at least at this moment, An Ming could enjoy his long-lost freedom.
He stood up from the beach and shouted to the ocean: "I—want—to—go—home!"
The sound was picked up and dropped by the waves, and the echo quickly dissipated in the ears.
It's like talking to the sea, or like talking to oneself.
After leaving the beach and leaving a special mark, An Ming prepared to return to the town. The coast was not a short distance away from Shuangyue City, and the time left for him was almost only enough for the round trip.
After putting on his backpack, An Ming prepared to return to Shuangyue City along the original route. If he ran, he should be able to get back to the town before the silver moon arrived.
Many years later, when An Ming recalled this moment, he still lamented his reaction at that time. The moment he smelled the inexplicable smell of blood in the air, he retreated to the side of the beach.
The beach where An Ming was standing a second ago now had a smooth surface like a mirror, and an entire layer of sand was cut off in an instant.
The long blade of nothingness tempered with starlight was pulled out from the sand cleanly and neatly, and the owner of the long blade slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of empty pupils that could not see anything.
The bright silver shell showed that it was not a human. Apart from the armor-like shell, it also had exaggeratedly long blades that replaced its arms. It was probably with that terrifying weapon that it launched the fatal attack.
The blood in the heart seemed to have stagnated at this moment, but how was this possible? Clearly, the sky was still - An Ming raised his head abruptly, and what was reflected in his pupils was the cold silver moon.
The invisible fear was like an invisible hand tightly grasping An Ming's heart, but apart from the instinctive fear, there was also a sense of inexplicable disharmony.
why...
Why is it so familiar?
Where have you seen him before? Where was it?
In a short period of time, countless images flashed through An Ming's mind. Those were his memories when he was still on Blue Star. Why did he feel like he had seen them somewhere before?
Without time to think further, An Ming ignored the old injury on his left leg and prepared to move away from the beach.
The silver moon in the sky was flashing dangerous rays. The originally safe road now seemed to be full of dangers, and even the breath was filled with the smell of blood.
Holy city, memory, planet, universe...universe?
A corner of the dusty memory suddenly opened up, and four words appeared in the depths of An Ming's mind as if an explosion - "Star Dome Railway...?"
Empty pawn!
Although there were some subtle differences from the virtual pawn in memory, it was undoubtedly the virtual pawn.
Damn... What kind of timeline is this? Can Nanook encounter a virtual soldier as soon as he is born? Although An Ming cursed the current situation in his heart, his expression was extremely excited.
If his guess was correct, this was the world of Star Dome Railway.
The good news is that we finally got a breakthrough clue, the bad news is that he is about to die.
After An Ming rushed out of the beach in a panic, he found that the virtual soldier behind him did not catch up with him, but stopped the moment he stepped out of the beach.
The only reason a hunter would give up on prey that was within reach was because he saw prey that was more worthy of hunting.
The moonlight suddenly became cold and bleak. Following Xu Zu's gaze, An Ming's breathing even stopped for a moment.
In the waterfall of light from the falling silver moon, the girl was looking up at the sky, her feet immersed in the sea water where starlight was flowing, and her eyes, which were clearer than the sea, were quietly gazing at the moon in the sky.
The night wind blew up her snow-white hair, and a few strands of silver moonlight flashed between her hair.
There are countless moments in a person's life, but there are always a few moments that once seen, you can never forget them.
The sea breeze suddenly stopped.
The girl's pure white skirt was frozen at the moment it was lifted by the wind, her hair suspended in the air, and her eyes slowly looked towards An Ming.
The most correct thing to do at this moment is to turn around and move away from here immediately. There is no point in staying here. He is just an ordinary person, how can he possibly face Xu Zu?
That kind of thing is not important at all. The most important thing is to survive. Only by surviving can you have the chance to return to your hometown.
So... that kind of guy he didn't even know, whether he was dead or alive, had nothing to do with him——
That's as it should be.
But when An Ming regained consciousness, he found that his body had rushed out earlier. At this moment, his body acted earlier than his mind.
"run!"
Where have I seen that sight before?
When he first arrived at the Twin Moons, in the unicorn-carried carriage, someone had been watching him from a great distance.
Where have I seen those eyes before?
The sea breeze roared in his ears, and the backpack was lifted up and slammed into Xu Zu's face, but before that it had been cut in half by the sharp blade.
It's now!
As if he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind, An Ming suddenly jumped up and grabbed the dagger that fell from the torn backpack.
His fingers clenched the knife handle so tightly that they turned white from excessive force.
There is only one chance, the enemy is an impossible-to-beat powerful opponent, and the flaw only lasts for a short moment.
Ordinary people have no chance of winning against virtual soldiers, and even every attack must be launched with the premise of death.
So this moment - when the trajectory of the falling dagger coincides with the moment when the virtual soldier cuts off the backpack with his sword, it is An Ming's only chance.
The flow of time seemed to almost stop, the blade of Xu Zu slowly rose, and the cold light reflected from the blade edge approached inch by inch like a slow motion.
Everything is at stake on this one strike!
be quick!
Faster!
Faster! ! !
An Ming roared, and the king descended from the sky, furious and ferocious—
With the body falling from a high place like a sharp sword, the tightly grasped dagger left a silver arc under the moonlight.
With a loud "bang", the exaggerated sound of metal collision created a circle of air waves, and An Ming was blown away.
An Ming rolled over several times on the beach before forcing himself to steady himself. Under the strong stimulation of adrenaline, he could even hear the roar of blood in his eardrums.
Under the halo of the silver moon, Xu Zu remained in the posture of holding his sword, frozen into a sculpture.
Then, starting from the cracks on its head, its body shattered layer by layer like ice crystals, and the fragments of its shell turned into stardust the moment they peeled off.
Its body collapsed like a piece of glass with thousands of holes in it. The dagger that was inserted right above its head had already broken, but it also completely ended its life.
It was not until he confirmed that Xu Zu was completely dead that An Ming felt severe pain all over his body. His already injured left leg was completely unable to move.
When An Ming looked in the direction of the girl, he was stunned.
On the beach covered by the silver moon, more "virtual soldiers" appeared at some point, and sharp blades shining like stars wrapped them layer by layer.
The girl standing in the sea did not continue to look up at the sky, but turned to look at An Ming.
There was no emotion in those clear eyes, as if they were just examining an insignificant object.
The girl was like the most perfect work of art doll, without any emotion.
"(Unknown language)."
Although the voice was ethereal, it still did not have any fluctuations.
The girl tilted her head slightly, as if she couldn't understand the current situation. Her white feet stepped on the beach and walked towards An Ming step by step.
The white skirt swayed slightly, revealing the perfect curve of the calf, making it hard to look away.
As if she couldn't see the virtual soldiers that kept surrounding her, the girl walked up to An Ming and looked at him with scars all over his body with a confused expression.
"you..."
The words that came out of her cherry lips were difficult and obscure, as if she was learning and understanding a completely new language in a very short time.
"who are you?"
An Ming's pupils suddenly contracted. That was the language of Blue Star, a language that definitely did not belong to this world - that was the language of his hometown.
What came out of the girl's mouth were actually Chinese characters. Although some of the pronunciations were not standard, it still made An Ming want to cry.
hope.
What An Ming wanted to save at all costs was just this small hope, the hope of returning to his hometown.
Her feet moved one in front of the other and stopped in front of An Ming. She was so close that he could even hear the girl's faint breathing. Her clear eyes were staring at him.
But now is not the time to think about such things. An Ming grabbed the girl's wrist and said, "Let's leave here first!"
Under the cold moonlight, the virtual soldiers kept approaching like a tide. It went without saying that this was a situation where death was inevitable.
"who are you?"
The girl repeated the questions she had asked before, seemingly unconcerned about the situation she was in, with only An Ming reflected in her eyes.
"Who am I?" Looking at the doomed situation, An Ming chuckled, "An Ming."
"An Ming..."
The girl whispered An Ming's name softly, and then said softly: "037, that's my name."
It does not sound like a normal name, but more like a serial code of some machine. However, in such a desperate situation, it doesn't matter what the name is.
"Goodbye, 037."
"I hope that the next time we meet, it won't be in such a desperate situation."
An Ming endured the severe pain in his body and raised the half-broken dagger towards the incoming virtual soldiers. Although he was still afraid, he had already come to this point before he gave in to the fear.
Even if I die, I'd better die handsomely.
"An Ming."
A little warmth covered the hands that were holding the dagger.
An Ming was slightly stunned. He turned his head and saw the girl shaking her head gently at him. Some faint emotion seemed to briefly emerge in the depths of her blank eyes.
"do not die."
The voice seemed to echo deep in his soul. If words could change the laws of the planet's operation, then at this moment it would reverse the boundary between life and death.
Those hands gently covered his right hand holding the dagger.
With warmth and hope.