339: Chapter 312 Towards the Future (Labyrinth Plot Concludes, 2/3)_3 339: Chapter 312 Towards the Future (Labyrinth Plot Concludes, 2/3)_3 This choice could bring disaster upon his family, his wife, and children; but it also held the possibility of survival, of living a happy and joyful life with his loved ones.
Choosing the continuation of ‘hope and survival.’
Or, choosing the death of ‘despair and inevitability’?
To die in this narrow, sacrilegious chamber beneath the sea, filled with a sinister atmosphere?
He had to make a choice.
[No matter what, I mustn’t open that door.
Even if we could survive, the catastrophe that would ensue if those parasites were released, Harrison Port cannot bear…
At the very least, Evelyn and Ian would not be spared.]
Raising his sword, facing his former comrades, he even felt a sense of relief thinking: [Please forgive my selfishness, I can’t survive with my comrades, but I have to do something…
Even if Ian isn’t born yet, I have to set an example for him…]
[If one day the Viscount and the others discover our remains and see that we killed and ate each other to survive…
I can’t let him become the son of a cannibal…
At least he shouldn’t grow up carrying that label of discrimination…]
[At the very least, even in death, I must die as a father full of pride and glory, one who would make my child proud.]
He no longer had time to think.
Because the already mad members of the Guard Squad had charged at him.
Their eyes were bloodshot, their expressions maniacal, salivating with hunger, exhaling foul and scorching breaths.
The Spirit Energy of the Brain-Eating Parasite was not strong enough to control their minds through layers of earth and rock, but fear, despair, and hunger had destroyed their reason.
Thus, they had lost themselves.
And the man could only straighten his back; he raised his sword.
Amidst the flash of steel, the illusions dissipated.
At the same time, the pure white mist of Life Essence also faded away.
The White Mist Bishop stepped back, signaling that the purification was complete.
All germs, all remains of poison, even the stench of decay, vanished into nothingness.
But memories would not.
Across a span of fourteen years, the young White Folks silently observed the events of another time in history, the thoughts that had once been entertained.
Morin never did return with help, but who could blame him?
That young man might have perished in the aftermath of the Southern Sea’s great storm.
Huai Guang Believers might not always speak the truth, but at least he did not tell the slightest lie at that time.
The youth murmured, and then smiled: “I know now.
I know about the choices you made, the struggles and thoughts you had, and your final reconciliations and realizations.”
If not for Ernesto’s determination, perhaps the awakening of the Worm Nest would have come a dozen years earlier, and then all history would have been changed.
Now, Ian not only understood—his Spirit Energy could not only see into the future, but also into the past…
those unknown possibilities, those forgotten histories lost between heaven and earth.
The future represents choices that have yet to be made.
History is choices that have been made but then forgotten.
His Spirit Energy existed to see these things ‘that no one should know.’
Using the leather and metal left by the Natives, Ian crafted rope and gathered the bones, the youth bearing them all on his back.
He spoke with a normal expression, then headed towards the exit of this chamber.
After the scan of the Silver Chip and the clairvoyant Foresight View, he knew that this place must be near the Unnamed Reef Cluster close to the Odell Reef; the Tenglan Giant Eel was probably used by the Natives as the ‘watchdog’ guarding the entrance to the Holy Ground, no wonder that even in their parasitized forms, the past Attached Brain creatures could not do much harm to them.
But that was all in the past.
The white-haired youth led his team towards the exit of this ancient relic, his steps resolute.
—Whether dragons or worms, the obsession of a madman or the Worm Nest’s yearning for the starry sky.
—Generations of sacrifices or a man’s steadfastness for the safety of his family.
The entanglements of Redwood Base that spanned sixteen hundred years, involving nearly a hundred generations of people’s struggles and vendettas, finally came to an end today.
All shadows of the past had been shattered, all causes from the past ended in death.
Light emerged before them, the exit was now within sight.
It was time to move towards the future.