Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 43: Fragmentary Diary (1)

#A mysterious history remnant in the mist

I walked forward, preparing to travel one more star distance before going into hibernation.

The last rockworm that accompanied me was frozen to death. The whole tribe accompanied me for 120 cycles, two springs, and two cold winters. I dug a hole in the ice and buried it in it, so that it would be as immortal as the ancient creatures in the iceberg. The light of the stars became dimmer, spring was about to end, and the long winter was about to come. The snow gradually became heavier, and the dark clouds in the sky gathered together, blocking the last light of the sunny day. The snowy land darkened again, and the blizzard covered the peaks in the distance, but the cold wind would not stop howling. - In this wasteland that has been frozen for who knows how many thousands of years, it seems that time has also frozen. The God of Order is stingy in looking at the barren land, which is an excellent place for desperadoes to escape.

God said that the land under her protection is the last peaceful place, which is true, because the remaining 80% of the land and sea have all turned into ice and snow. She said that civilization and life can only continue in her embrace, but I don't think there is any meaning in continuing a world that repeats meaningless fighting and plundering. If I follow her rules, I will be disposed of when the last winter comes, and made into nutrients and seedbeds for the birth of new life. Every race is like this, and every life must obey her arrangements.

The life born in spring will be dealt with in the next spring, and the same goes for the life born in winter. Death will allow new life to be born, and will also allow the living life to have enough resources. If the number is still too large, then let God decide. Life has no meaning, and living has no meaning.

Although I ran away because I rebelled against her rules, the meaning of my life now seems to be nothing more than a precarious escape.

The distant peaks were covered with snow. Only after digging through several meters of snow could I see the frozen soil and bare fruit trees that were impossible to take root. My trunk could not withstand the wind and snow, and there were not enough resources in the wilderness to keep my body parts functioning properly. So I broke my arms, reduced my roots, discarded my eyes, and left only the necessary parts to sustain life. My foothold was a whole frozen ocean, which contained lifelike aquatic plants and animals, which could serve as a source of food, but I needed to dig down at least ten meters, and I estimated that I would almost die on the spot. I needed to find the remains of the giant ancient creatures in the glacier before the winter came, and use them to help me survive the cold nights and sleep forever, just like last time.

The word "ocean" didn't exist in my knowledge base, but when I came here, it automatically appeared in my mind.

I read it, which should be related to my ability. After "ocean", more words gradually appeared as I traveled, such as "ocean current", "monsoon", "grazing", "symbiosis"... They are not my conjectures, but languages ​​that have existed in reality. Therefore, I became more and more curious about this snowfield, which may have buried an incredible history.

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I originally planned to put it in the main text in sections, but considering the continuity and convenience for everyone to read, I decided to put it out as a separate serialized extra.

*Additional background information of the Decayed King.

(End of this chapter)