Chapter 230

Immediately after, a breeze suddenly surged on the white light screen, it brushed gently, bringing a touch of indescribable freshness and mystery.

That sound of the wind seemed to carry some information, or perhaps someone's whisper, it was clear yet blurred, inviting reverie.

Everyone held their breath, trying to capture the secrets hidden in the sound of the wind.

On the white game screen, the sound of the wind lingered like a whisper for a while, causing the audience in the livestream room to discuss it heatedly.

Regarding whether there was a speaking voice contained in the sound of the wind, everyone had different opinions, and they expressed their views in the barrage, discussing it enthusiastically.

Just as the discussion in the barrage was in full swing, as if to ignite the entire livestream room, the originally calm pure white game screen suddenly changed. The sound of the wind stopped abruptly at that moment, as if it had been forcibly interrupted by some force.

The discussing audience also stopped their words, and they all cast their eyes on the game screen, looking forward to what would happen next.

Just then, a peculiar sound rang out in the game screen, it was two completely different voices overlapping together, forming a unique harmony. One of the voices was calm and deep, everyone knew as soon as they heard it, that it was Otto's voice.

And the other voice was crisp and pleasant, carrying a bit of childishness and innocence, clearly a child's voice. The appearance of this voice caused the audience in the livestream room to discuss it heatedly, guessing the identity of this child.

However, before everyone could guess for too long, Otto took the initiative to admit the relationship between the child's voice and himself in the barrage...

That was him in the past, him 500 years ago, the weak little child Otto.

[Otto]: "That is my childhood voice, coming across time and space."

[Theresa]: "It's truly amazing, the two voices can actually intertwine so cleverly!"

[March 7th]: "Could it be... Otto, you haven't actually left yet?"

[Welt]: "If that's really the case, I will personally end all of this to prevent future trouble."

[Durandal]: "I agree with Welt, we cannot let Otto have any chance to turn things around."

[Elysia]: "On this point, I raise both hands in agreement. Otto's existence indeed makes our world more colorful, but also more complex and changeable."

[Pardofelis]: "Otto, oh Otto, you are not only complex and difficult to understand, but you also dragged us bystanders into this complex vortex."

In the screen.

Otto's voices from two eras were superimposed together.

"..."

"The story is like this."

"I went to a future a long, long time from now and experienced all kinds of adventures."

"Finally, I had the opportunity to tell you the truth of the world like this."

"Don't worry."

"This time, everything will change because of you."

"Just like a long, long time ago, you changed a certain boy."

With Otto's confession, the previous arguments instantly vanished. That sound of the wind really contained a voice—it was Otto's voice, he transmitted all his encounters and changes in the future to one person in an extraordinary way.

And this person was Kallen Kaslana, whom he had tried his best to save.

Just as Otto predicted, everything will be renewed because of Kallen.

The future of this world will take a different path from this moment on!

This was also the last thing Otto could do for Kallen.

His monologue continued.

"It was a spring morning..."

"He who was not liked by anyone..."

"Met you who climbed over the wall."

"You greeted him enthusiastically and invited him to play with you."

"And at that moment..."

"This boy received his lifelong salvation."

Accompanied by Otto's monologue reaching here.

The screen slowly lit up at this moment, like the first light of dawn, gradually revealing all the details.

The camera focused on a small and warm courtyard, full of greenery.

And here, little Otto was wearing a purple robe, his young face full of determination, he was trying hard to blink his eyes, trying to take back the tears that were about to overflow from his eye sockets.

Opposite little Otto stood several adults, their faces carrying a bit of seriousness and reluctance.

One of them was holding a model airplane tightly.

That was clearly little Otto's work.

It's just that in the [Old Destiny] that still advocated force, this kind of "heretical path" would not be respected.

At this moment, in the livestream room, the barrage surged like a tide, and the audience's emotions were tightly pulled by little Otto's encounter.

Whenever they saw the scene of little Otto being bullied by those adults, the barrage was full of anger and injustice, as if they wanted to rush through the screen to seek justice for the helpless child.

"Really want to beat those adults up!", "How can you bully a child like this?", "This behavior is too excessive, it must be stopped!"... Such barrages emerged one after another, expressing the audience's strong aversion to bullying.

They knew deeply that this anger, which had nothing to do with personal good or evil and was born purely from seeing the weak being bullied, was the most simple and sincere emotional outpouring of human nature.

The audience knew this, and many of them might have experienced similar pain, so they could empathize even more. They understood that this trauma often takes a long time to heal, and some people even need a lifetime to heal those scars.

Just like the often-quoted sentence: "Some people spend their childhood healing their whole life, and some people spend their whole life healing their childhood." This sentence was repeatedly mentioned in the livestream room and became the common voice of everyone. It reminded everyone how profound an impact childhood experiences have on a person's growth.

And when the audience cast their eyes on little Otto in the livestream screen again, seeing him crying in pain, their hearts were filled with pity and intolerance.

In the screen, the elder of Destiny warned Otto.

That person continued: "Did you take your medicine?"

"Your body is so poor, yet you spend all day in that workshop that is dirtier than a basement..."

"Hey, don't pretend you can't hear me."

"Did you forget what the doctor told you?"

"Glue, sawdust, dust!"

"These will all aggravate your illness."

"Stop doing useless work, okay? Your body is so poor."

"It's good enough to be able to live well—"

Although these were words of concern.

But clearly, this was definitely not the emotion Otto needed most.

Perhaps in the long 500 years, the only person who could save Otto... was Kallen alone...

186. Kallen and Otto's final promise, [Let's save the world together!]!

In the video, after the elder of Destiny finished speaking, a trace of annoyance appeared in his eyes, and he glanced contemptuously at the model airplane in his hand, as if it were an insignificant toy.

Subsequently, he threw it violently, and the model airplane flew over the wall like an abandoned dream, following a helpless flight trajectory, and landed on the other side.

Little Otto's eyes instantly lit up with fear and reluctance, he witnessed his beloved object being treated like this, and undoubtedly a surge of indescribable sorrow rose in his heart.

Without any hesitation, he immediately moved his young legs and chased in the direction where the model airplane flew.

However, that seemingly not-so-high wall was like an insurmountable mountain to little Otto.

His small body climbed hard by the wall, his hands clutching the wall cracks tightly, and his feet also trying to find a place to borrow force.

But unfortunately, his strength was too weak, every attempt ended in failure, and he could only watch helplessly as the model airplane lay on the other side of the wall, unable to reach it.

At this time, the elder's impatient voice rang out again.

"Hey!"

"What are you doing!"

"Can you climb that wall?"

"You will fall!"

Sure enough, the elder's words were like a curse, instantly fulfilled on little Otto. He fell heavily to the ground with a thud, his thin body like a leaf blown down by a violent wind, appearing so helpless and fragile.

Children are always the least able to hide their pain, and little Otto was no exception. He immediately burst into tears, the crying filled with endless grievances and sadness, as if he wanted to vent all his unhappiness. He just sat in the corner of the wall, his small body curled up into a ball, tears sliding down like broken beads.

Seeing this scene, the elder's face showed a look of disgust: "How could I have such a useless younger brother."

Otto cried while shouting in a young and trembling voice, his voice full of helplessness.

"Airplane..."

"My airplane..."

Several people watched Otto crying and shouting helplessly, his thin body trembling in the corner of the wall, but no one reached out to help.

They knew clearly that with Otto's current ability, he could never climb over this high wall.

After a burst of impatient and disgusted glances, they chose to leave, their footsteps hurried, as if staying for one more second was torture for them.

They completely ignored Otto sitting on the ground, tears streaming down his face, the crying was particularly harsh in the quiet courtyard, but it failed to touch their heartstrings.