Chapter 1488: Character Side Story: The Survivors

Character Side Story: The Survivors

Time seemed to lose its meaning, and consciousness was quietly condensing.

When the mind broke free from chaos, amidst the sound of gasping, a man opened his eyes abruptly.

Who...... am I?

Am I...... still alive!?

Where...... am I?

The man sat up instinctively. The blinding sunlight hit his tear glands for the first time, and two lines of clear tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.

He was not sad, nor sighing, just unable to adapt to the light he saw again.

Where is this......

He stood up somewhat blankly, looking at the dilapidated environment around him and the blue sky, and could only determine that this should be the roof of a building.

But why was the style of this building so strange?

No, it couldn't be called strange; he had some impression, but his thoughts were extremely chaotic, and he couldn't remember anything for a while. He couldn't even remember his own name.

What was my name again?

He forgot. He forgot many things, only remembering that there seemed to be a... what game before?

His gaze moved down, looking at his chest, and he found a snow-white mask hidden in his tattered clothes.

What is this?

He touched the dust-free mask, always feeling that this thing was very important to him.

He gripped the mask tightly, stood up in a daze, instinctively pushed open the stairwell door, and walked down the stairs. When he reached the floor below, looking at the broken city streets with no one around, his confusion deepened.

This city seemed to have few people left.

Why? Doomsday? War? Delusion? Dream?

The man walked in a muddle. He didn't know where he was going, but he just felt he should go to a certain place.

He walked for a long time, a very long time, so long that the puddles and wild fruits on the side of the road could no longer provide him with enough energy and moisture. He felt he was about to faint, he could no longer support himself, closed his eyes, and his vision fell completely into darkness.

The man woke up again. This time it was not at the foot of the mountain where he had fallen, but in a room that looked quite well-maintained.

The moment he woke up, a steady voice came from beside him.

"You're awake."

The man was stunned, turned his head to look at the strange man in a white robe by the bed, and said blankly:

"Where is this......?"

"Cloud Field Temple," the robed man said with a smile. "I saw you on the way to fetch water. I was very surprised; he actually saved you back."

"He?" The man was even more confused. "Who is... he? And who am I?"

"You don't remember? That's right, with your loyalty to him, his departure might be the most painful thing for you. The brain's defense mechanism makes people forget him, which is good......

But I don't think this is your intention.

If you still want to find those memories, if you still want to remember him—no, you must want to find those memories, otherwise you wouldn't have come here......"

Saying this, the white-robed man handed a scripture fold to the man. "Take a look. This records all your past."

"My...... past?" The man took the scripture fold, opened it, and looked at the words written on it, but didn't recognize a single one. "...... I don't seem to understand."

"......" The white-robed man was stunned, then laughed, "Look at me, forgetting you are not from here. I will read it to you."

He took back the scripture fold, spread it on the bed, and read word by word: "【Truth】 Scholar · Ke Ta Luo......"

"Ke Ta Luo? Is my name Ke Ta Luo?"

"That's right, you are Ke Ta Luo. If it weren't for a portrait of you on this scripture fold, I wouldn't dare to be sure you would be the person he recorded."

"Who is he?"

"My friend, 【Memory】... Li Jingming."

"Memory Li Jingming? What a strange name. Then what about you, who are you?"

"Me?" The white-robed man's smile disappeared. He pondered for a long time, and replied in a heavy tone, "Mortal, Meng Youfang."

Ke Ta Luo didn't understand, and asked suspiciously: "Why emphasize mortal?"

"Because...... everything is over.

My old friends have done this much for me, I cannot let them down anymore.

I must listen to His words, live well, live like a mortal. That is His......

Final Edict!"

Ke Ta Luo still didn't understand, but he chose silence. He quietly listened to Meng Youfang tell the story on the scripture fold, and gradually began to recognize himself.

"...... Finally, 【Origin】 abandoned the world, and the gods died or left.

Perhaps 【Origin】 still had a trace of compassion, 【He】 forgave this world, so the world finally gained relief.

But they...... my old friends, can never come back."

"......"

Can mortals be friends with gods?

Ke Ta Luo didn't know. He only knew that he seemed to have found back some memories—no, not found back, but flashed some fragmented clips.

He didn't remember the past, he only remembered that some people were very important, important enough that even if he lost his memory, he couldn't forget them.

So his subconscious led him here. He knew that there must be the answer he wanted here, and now he had found that answer.

"I am Ke Ta Luo, always have been Ke Ta Luo."

Meng Youfang saw that the other party suddenly had emotions, and also echoed: "I am Meng Youfang, always have been Meng Youfang."

"......"

Didn't understand, but was tolerant.

Ke Ta Luo nodded. He already knew what he was going to do.

Seeing this, Meng Youfang asked curiously: "You seem to have found the meaning of life?"

"Meaning? I suppose so.

I just remembered some things......

I remember a vague voice. He said: Ke Ta Luo, remember your loyalty. No matter where you are, you are always His believer."

Speaking of this, Ke Ta Luo touched the mask still in his arms. "I don't remember the feeling at that time clearly. I only vaguely remember what I should do.

I want to tell the world that I am His believer. I want to take the mask He bestowed and walk through the world, spreading His will to the world.

I want to let Him look at His humble believer again, and bless this broken world again.

I don't know if it's possible, but I want to try.

What about you?"

Ke Ta Luo looked at Meng Youfang, but saw a flash of light in Meng Youfang's eyes, but then he shook his head and said:

"Me?

I am just a mortal, I can only live well.

But their figures are always lingering in my mind. I think I will build a monument for them, for my old friends, so that they can accompany me forever in this way.

You go, while this world has not been rebuilt, go find your possibilities."

Ke Ta Luo nodded and struggled to climb down from the bed.

There was no comfort, no encouragement, no farewell between the two, only lonely persistence and silent long-distance travel.

As one person left, the mountains and fields returned to peace.

Meng Youfang stood at the gate of Cloud Field Temple, looking at the departing figure in the distance, sighing infinitely:

"I have been to that cemetery and did not find your tombstones, which shows that the cemetery management also does not want you to die like this.

I also found your semi-finished replicas in that abandoned laboratory. Unfortunately, having lost the drive of divine power, how to instill memories became the biggest problem.

But it's not without good news. At least here I have found the memories belonging to you. Next, it's time to go to that carefully watered nursery to see if I can find some plants and potions that can make vitality flourish again......

Even if there are none, I will go to find the short-term residence of the first wise man. I think he might have left some 'scientific' notes that do not rely on theology for this world......

I hope it works.

Even if it doesn't......

Don't worry, good brother. Under the protection of our old friend 【Time】, I also have some insights into 'time.' I will definitely find you again and reunite with you, with all of you."

Saying this, Meng Youfang took out the black hole model from his pocket, gripped it tightly in his hand, his eyes firm.