On the tragic battlefield, shouts of battle pierced the sky. The heavy clouds above roiled downwards like a tornado, losing their original color, changing from pure, unblemished white to a mottled rust color.
Dust soared into the sky, continental plates drifted apart, seawater hung in mid-air; everything was turned upside down.
"Resist, escape, heal... this is our last battle! This battle, we have no retreat!"
"Today, our heroic actions will go down in history! We can’t lose! For the legacy of our civilization! Are you willing to give up your lives!"
"This moment, there is no light! But! Hope still exists! We are the extinguished sun! But we can burn! We can illuminate the darkness! Give up our lives! Fight to the death! For the hope of light! The last spark of humanity! Protected by us!"
"This battle! We can’t lose!"
A chaotic battlefield, a massive human army collided with hordes of zombies, everything was filled with a sense of absurdity.
Countless armies of silver zombies collided with equally numbered blood-red zombies, their growls shaking the heavens!
Zombies were in a chaotic battle, different types of zombies were attacking their own kind, rotten blood covered everything, over the wastelands, a black flower blossomed.
Humans couldn’t distinguish friend from foe, only able to staunchly defend this last city of steel!
The continent was shattered by immense force, fragments of land thousands of kilometers long lifted towards the rust-colored sky, volcanoes erupted crazily, seawater like a behemoth swept over!
After who knows how long, everything fell silent again, and in the murkiness, "we" heard some vague voices conversing.
"What’s the world like?"
"But I hope you can understand."
"Our living time consists of two extremes, one positive, one negative, there is strength, there is weakness, there is good, there is evil, likewise, there is heaven, there is hell."
"The distance between these two extremes is far, but, they are just separated by a wall, but to cross it, is as hard as reaching the heavens. However, in our world, there are many people who have crossed it."
"A person can be transformed overnight, a weakling can change into a strong person in a fleeting second, a kind person can become a wicked one in a flash, we and another world are simply separated by a wall."
"Because there are two opposite extremes, different sects have emerged in our world. Some sects regard one extreme as their belief, some sects regard the other extreme as their standards. Some also take the middle of the two extremes as their principle, while some consider the midpoint and the other extreme as their requirement, all sorts, in various ways, make up our society."
"Perhaps what you said is a bit profound, I don’t think I understand."
"It’s alright, you will understand, soon..."
"Have you become a strong person yet?"
"Then let me tell you, you are now strong, you have crossed your original extreme to become a strong person. Being strong isn’t necessarily having great power, but it’s a belief one has at a certain time and a certain place, through a certain event, the desire to change, a strong belief!"
"To inspire the birth of a strong person, you need to touch upon something they care deeply about, no one is beyond redemption. If you can’t change them, then it’s your fault, you haven’t touched upon what matters to them most."
"The origin of the Restful ones is such, you touch upon their deepest cares at their most desperate moment, turning them into another extreme, completing their transformation."
"However, everything has its own origin, even after countless changes, their originality, their essence, remains. Even after the harshest of trials, it would exist in another form, become minuscule, hidden deep, deep within. But it will never disappear, at some point, it will pull you back onto your original path."
"Some people become monsters, after endless changes, but no matter how they change, their origin remains, because their roots are already set in their extremes."
"What you said, will I really understand it in the future?"
"You will understand, child."
"Do you really hate them?"
"No... I don’t know..."
"It seems so, they have no hope left."
"What’s wrong? I can see it in your eyes, there’s hesitation, what are you thinking about?"
"I’m not thinking about anything."
"Do you want them all to die?"
"I... wouldn’t want that."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"But I... what should I do?"
"Hahaha... do you remember the things I told you years ago?"
"Go, the only one who can save humanity... it’s him"
"Him? Is it possible?"
"Please tell me what to do."
"Stab his heart, break the thing he cares about most, only when his hope is shattered will he transform, become invincible. Go, stab the softest part of his heart, cruelly smash his hope!"
"Resist! Escape! Repair!"
"Do I really need to go that far?"
"But the price is..."
"Your life, fulfill him, make him stronger, the thing he cares about most, the scenes about you, the non-existing you, can change everything."
Everything, will eventually end!
"Be born! The last god!"
"All hope is shattered, breaking the shackles of the world, you are the only remaining god in this world!"
"Not good, he’s broken through to Level 9!"
"Above Level 9... is... is the Catastrophe!"
"Resist, escape, heal... haha! I... I understand, I understand! Why! Why do I only understand now! It’s already too late!"
A loud voice echoed in his mind, Su Sigui abruptly sat up, his forehead streaming with cold sweat, his eyes filled with deep fear.
"Resist, escape, heal..."
"Who am I, why am I having such dreams? Catastrophe? Above Level 9 is the Catastrophe! Who! Who are you! Tell me! What kind of dream is this?"
Like a person driven mad, Su Sigui smashed the things around him. It took him quite a while to calm down, pulling out the various tubes connected to his body, he slumped down on the cold operating table, lost in thought.
"Why, why am I having these dreams?"