Yes, change!
Everything is changing, aren’t humans special enough not to change? The answer is of course no.
That night, humanity also changed.
Once you experience that feeling once, you will never forget it.
Everything starts with your eyes. You will suddenly find that everything around you slows down, but the actual situation is that your speed becomes faster.
Then, you will feel the expansion of your body, and a force has to be released. Then when you kick away a mouse that attacks you, you will be surprised to see it fall apart before your eyes.
But shouldn’t it be normal for ordinary people to have trouble dealing with a dog
You can't believe all this, but the next second, you will easily avoid a piece of debris blown by the hurricane
I am a change maker and I have experienced it all.
However, you will not feel joy. When you find that the foundation of all these changes is based on the great destruction, you will only feel sadness in your heart.
And my sorrow happened the next moment.
The earthquake continued, shaking every few minutes. This time the earthquake caused an iron frame beside her and me to fall. We had to separate our tightly held hands and avoid the iron frame.
But no one thought that letting go this time would mean eternal separation.
The iron frame dodged, but the three giant rats that were ambushing behind her rushed out!
See, I thought I became Superman and I could escape with her, but I didn't.
I originally wanted to be a true recorder. I want this diary to be passed down in the years to come, so that future generations of mankind can see how our civilization has been subverted from the perspective of a person who has experienced it, and think about how our civilization has been subverted in the vast world. How fragile are we in the universe
It's a pity that I can't escape the shackles of emotion. I can't record the cruelty of the last moment and all the cruelty that follows.
For example, crying and shouting in the ruins, even if I become a superman, I can't find any trace left by my parents.
I am their son, even if I am incompetent, I cannot stop the death caused by the disaster.
Why can’t I even hold a handful of loess and say goodbye to them as a luxury
The words were calm, but tears welled up in my eyes. I had no tears to shed, they were dry, but my eyes stung terribly.
I have exhausted all my strength to describe the moment when the disaster occurred.
However, despite enduring the pain of recalling, my thoughts are still messy, less than one ten thousandth of what I saw at that time, and my description is only the tip of the iceberg.
But if someone in future generations sees this diary, what will they think of
Don’t be afraid, just take a bold guess.
You will think the same as me, this is a conspiracy with unknown purpose.
From the purple moon, to the meteor shower, to the beast disaster, to the natural disaster, everything was suddenly pulled apart like a premeditated plan.
No? If you think about it carefully, you will find traces of 'man-made'. If the mastermind behind this is an intelligent creature, I will call him a human being.
Purposefully destroying weapons, even organizing mutated creatures, and then using unknown means to launch natural disasters.
When I say this, I'm not just being irritated and talking nonsense.
The destruction of weapons, without intelligence, would not be so purposeful and targeted.
There are other survivors who have organized mutant creatures and have seen humanoid monsters organizing them with their own eyes. What are they
As for natural disasters? It's weird, it's very violent, but it's just the right amount of control without causing complete destruction.
At least superhumans can avoid it, like me.
Then, I also got some news that this destruction did not actually start from that night.
It started some days before that night.
A plague of rats or insects destroyed some small villages and towns.
It's just that such a disaster did not happen in China, which is densely populated, but in other continents with vast territories and sparsely populated areas. In order to avoid panic, some truths were also deliberately suppressed.
Now everything is exposed.
No one is sad.
It felt like experimenting with small villages and towns, and then when the purple moon rose, it felt like fully starting to take action.
The flavor of conspiracy is so strong that it is impossible not to think about it.
But even so, I still don't think this is a destruction. If we want to destroy it, all we need to do is be a little more violent, and human beings will fall into a situation that is beyond redemption.
Can't it be more intense? Is this the limit? No, no one thinks so. Judging from the means shown by the organizers behind it, they can definitely do it.
Moreover, all the disasters were concentrated on that night, and everything became calm after that. However, everything continued to change.
In the past half year, I have experienced a lot of pain.
People say that time can bury wounds and take away everything. I admit that time can take away everything, but it may not be possible just by burying wounds.
At least my wound has begun to scab, but there is still flesh and blood underneath the scab.
Words are calm and cannot describe one millionth of the pain.
Occasionally I want to give up, want to fall asleep completely, immerse myself in the dream of the past civilization, and never wake up again.
Everything today is very difficult, so difficult that it is like primitive people facing this planet. The difference is that everything around them has become a little scary and strange.
But we still have to live. By this time, everyone who can survive knows that living has become a mission, a mission for the continuation of mankind.
So everything in the past can only be pursued in dreams.
Tonight, I still want to dream.
If I can see someone I know well, and if I'm lucky, I can see my parents or her, I want to tell them good news.
I have become a Purple Moon Warrior.
Yes, in this era, people have given the surviving supermen a new title—Purple Moon Warrior.
Under the demonic purple moon, the warrior still insists on fighting!
I also became one of them. Thinking about it, I felt that I immediately became strong and determined.
If I can live a long time, I want to be an observer of the times, recording the beginning of the world, the hardships every day, and the struggles every day.
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"Huh!" Tang Ling raised his head, closed the book with a snap, and began to breathe heavily.
In fact, his body was not tired at all. A set of physical skills and a gentle medicinal soup eliminated his fatigue.
But his heart was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
Tang Ling thought that he was a very calm person, sometimes even so calm that he was a bit cold-blooded. But for some reason, when he saw the truth about the destruction of the era, he felt a heavy feeling that he could not extricate himself from.
Does this sensitivity belong to you? Tang Ling was very confused. It was like he cared deeply about these things. Was it because of his disappeared memory
"Ziyue Chronicles" is actually very thick, and later recorded some important things in the Ziyue era.
For example, the true definition of a Purple Moon Warrior, and what is the difference between each level.
What are the other professionals? Where does super technology come from blah, blah, blah.
However, Tang Ling was not in the mood to watch anymore.
He looked up at Boss Huang. At this time, Boss Huang also looked at Tang Ling. His eyes were very deep, as if they contained countless secrets.
But Tang Ling felt that this look had an inexplicable resonance with his heart.
At that moment, Tang Ling felt that Boss Huang must know more about the truth.
He wiped the water and sweat from his face and asked in a low voice: "Boss, is this a conspiracy?"
"Yes." Boss Huang answered directly without any hesitation.
Is the drastic change of the times really a conspiracy? Who did it? Who has such a pair of invisible hands that can subvert the world
"Alien?" Tang Ling raised his eyebrows.
"Bullshit." Boss Huang replied, he didn't mean to be joking.
"No? Who could it be? Why should it be destroyed? Isn't it cruel? Why exactly?" Tang Ling stood up from the barrel excitedly.
"Who is it?" Boss Huang also stood up, walked slowly to the window, and looked at the dark sea in the night from a distance, silent.
The flame of the pipe was flickering, and the rising smoke almost enveloped Boss Huang's entire body.
"Don't you understand? The diary clearly stated that this is not destruction."
"As for who it is, I tell you it's one of our own, do you believe it?" Boss Huang's tone suddenly became frivolous, but he didn't look at Tang Ling and just kept looking out the window.
Tang Ling held a mouthful of blood in his throat and almost spat it out! It's better not to answer Boss Huang's answer. Listening to it only makes people more confused.
At this time, Boss Huang turned to look at Tang Ling, his eyes becoming a little stern: "Want to explore the truth of the world? Do you think you are qualified now?"
"Discussing this issue with you is as ridiculous as discussing it with an ant who wants to save the world."
"I didn't say I wanted to save the world," Tang Ling muttered.
"Shut up. Since you don't want to save the world, it doesn't matter what the truth is. The only way a person can live long is to learn to curb his curiosity when necessary."
"If I were you, I would carefully read the content at the end of "Purple Moon Chronicles". I think it is more practical for you."
"Look at you now, you probably don't even know what a first-order Purple Moon Warrior is? What standard should you use to measure it? You are so brave, you don't know anything, and you still dare to provoke so many people inexplicably, after going through so much If you fight more, I can only say you are lucky." Boss Huang interrupted Tang Ling and then said something else.
But Tang Ling's face became more and more ugly: "Do you know who I am?"
"You are Tang Ling, aren't you?" Boss Huang blew out a smoke ring, then looked at Tang Ling: "Do you think you are stupid, or do you think I am stupid?"
While talking, Boss Huang quickly came to the desk, took out a few newspapers from the folder in the corner of the desk, and threw them in Tang Ling's face.
"Your shoddy disguise can't fool my eyes." As Boss Huang spoke, he seemed to be no longer excited and showed his old fox-like smile again.
In these recent chapters, some secrets will be revealed and some settings will be revealed. The plot will soon unfold. The talented teenagers will appear one by one. Guess who Tang Ling will meet
(End of chapter)