Night World Players

Chapter 166: Paving the way for heroes with their lives

"The future...world?"

Luster repeated Cecil's words softly.

In front of him, the old man was silently gazing at the endless sea in the distance, with the solemnity of an aged general before going to war, but also the satisfaction of an old professor looking at a new and energetic student.

"how to say……"

"Compared to the end of the Sixth Epoch where we are right now, that should be a pretty good world."

Last recalled everything he had experienced in the real world in the short period of less than six months since leaving Deep Blue Harbor...

Things that I have heard and seen.

He was not a native of this world, and did not have the complete life experience of being born and growing up in that world like Hiltina.

But precisely because of this, the perspective that Last can depict is closer to Cecil.

Because in a sense, they are actually "peekers through the hole" who live in an era that does not belong to the present world, but try to peek into the bright corner of that world.

"In the world where I live at this time, the extraordinary is no longer a secret known only to a few people... but a real inheritance of knowledge."

"There are many extraordinary academies that aim to cultivate extraordinary people. These academies are all funded by the government, and as long as you meet the admission requirements, anyone can attend regardless of their origin or background."

"In addition, even children from the most remote villages can use the basic general education textbooks distributed by the government as a blueprint to gain admission to these academies and become extraordinary people."

"Of course, in that world, the extraordinary people represent more than just superior status and privileges..."

"With it comes responsibility—an indescribable mission and pressure."

With a distant gaze, Rast slowly spoke, recounting the scenery he had seen in his memory: "In that world, there was a place called 'Night World'."

"That's a rift in time and space, gathering within it countless historical fragments from the past six eras, remnants of the past."

"For the people of the present world, the night world is both an opportunity for civilization to glimpse technologies beyond its time and accelerate its development, but it is also a dangerous prison brewing in the dark."

"And in this world, everyone who becomes a Transcendent also bears corresponding responsibilities. They will explore the remnants of the past and the echoes of history as night travelers, filled with both danger and opportunity."

Looking up at the dark sky and the sea that swallowed up the light, Last whispered softly.

"Axia and I... or rather, Helen, the former queen of the underworld, entered the night world as night travelers."

"And the world we live in right now is a reflection of the past within the so-called night world—part of the remnants of history."

His voice paused slightly: "It's just that I think——"

"The land I've set foot on should be more than just a fleeting historical replica."

"And you, Leader Xisel, shouldn't be a dreamlike projection of a native, but a living human being, just like me, living on this land."

"Night World?"

Not far away, listening to Last's story, Cecil's eyes became a little hazy, as if he was in a trance.

He didn't care whether he was the historical projection native mentioned by Last, or a real human being... Instead, he was quite concerned about the existence of the night world described by Last.

"Sounds like... 'Night World', that seems like a very interesting place."

"If we could learn in advance about the disasters encountered in past failed eras, as well as the technology and experience accumulated by human civilization in previous eras... it would undoubtedly give modern human civilization a huge advantage in experience."

There was a slight glimmer of light in his old eyes.

"This is a process of accumulation over time... transforming the accumulated experience and failures of our predecessors into food for civilization, nourishing the civilizations of future generations."

“Believe in the power of passing on the torch. Even if it starts out small and fragile, as long as you persevere, you will eventually be able to build a tower from sand.”

"To some extent, the 'night world' you speak of is somewhat similar to the 'Fool's Library' passed down through generations of shore-keepers... except that its scope of influence isn't limited to a single human individual; it radiates to the entirety of human civilization."

"Ah."

Raste nodded. "In later generations, the lineage of the Coast Guardians seems to have been severed... My Nightblade, 'The Fool's Library,' was also obtained from an accident that even I cannot explain." "However... in a sense, the Coast Guardians have never truly died."

"Those Night Travelers who sacrifice themselves to explore the night world and smother the scourge of dusk, those who dedicate themselves to the darkness yet shine like stars... in reality, aren't they also Shore Keepers with a different name?"

Luster chuckled: "So, what you said is actually not wrong..."

"Even if the Shore Watchers no longer exist in that world, I will never walk alone."

His gaze dropped slightly. "In that world, I also met companions... companions worthy of my trust."

After a long time, Rast raised his eyes again.

"Besides, it is indeed a very beautiful world."

"Generation after generation of Night Travelers, at no cost or expense, have annihilated all potential disasters within the Night World, preventing them from affecting reality."

"People have built incredibly prosperous cities and nations on Earth. Railways extend in all directions, aircraft and airships traverse the skies, and all addictive hallucinogens are strictly prohibited."

"The way humans transmit information is no longer limited to postmen and letters. Even without leaving home, we can communicate with residents around the world through something called the Internet."

"Even residents who have lived in desert areas since childhood can see the azure ocean and the snow-capped mountains of the far north through the internet... Through the high-speed magic railway, thousands of kilometers can be covered in less than a day."

"Even ordinary people who aren't transcendental beings can use machines to soar through the blue sky... even reach the ends of the sky, the worlds beyond the planets' low-Earth orbit, and explore the endless scenery of the vast starry sky beyond the planets."

"Admittedly, the dark side of human nature also exists in that world, and there are also greedy, selfish, and despicable people..."

"But generally speaking, it's a world where even ordinary people, powerless as they are, don't have to worry about their homes collapsing at any moment... and can live a peaceful, stable, and happy life."

Rast leaned against the reef and smiled slightly: "Leader Cecil——"

"Humans are a race that never admits defeat."

“Even if it burns out once, twice…new seeds will eventually sprout from the ashes and blossom into even more beautiful and dazzling flowers.”

"is that so?"

Cecil murmured softly.

"It sounds like... that seems like a really nice world."

“Even the most insignificant mortal no longer has to live in precarious circumstances and can smile with happiness.”

The wind blew the old man's white hair.

His eyes were dreamy and hazy, as if his soul had traveled into space as Last narrated, and he saw the future world described by Last, the extensive railways and the majestic and prosperous cities.

His aura was clearly so fierce and murderous, like a general before going to war, but his eyes were so peaceful, like the warm sunshine on a spring afternoon.

This expression was fleeting, and Cecil slowly turned around and looked at the end of the sea level.

On the dark horizon, one majestic aura after another was slowly moving, sweeping up a storm and heading towards Cecil.

These were the legendary creatures that surrounded him, following closely behind, leaving the two of them no time to spare.

"This will be my last job, then."

Cecil looked out over the sky and the sea.

At this moment, he transformed from an old man in his twilight years into a legend who looked down upon everyone.

"Just like the teacher and Sharona did before."

"The so-called soldier's mission—"

"It is to use one's own body to pave the way for heroes."

(End of this chapter)