I am a hero of the former civilization.

I am a hero from a bygone era. (Author: Shaluo Shuangshu)

Summary:

"How did you embark on the Star Train and begin your journey to become a Star God?"

"Because I ended the Honkai and changed everyone's fate."

"So, your first step on this path is to become a hero?"

"No, it's to survive, to find a powerful figure everywhere."

"and then?"

Ryan adjusted his glasses and said firmly, "I became the backbone myself."

Completed Old Books: I am the Sword Saint of Elden, This is my journey to becoming a Sword Saint, This is my journey on the Ark, This is my journey of ninja [Salak Twin Trees]

Chapter One: At 19, a Traveler on the Path of Fate

Changkong City, Qianyu Academy.

A gentle breeze of early spring wafted in through the window, fluttering the white gauze-like curtains. The afternoon sun shone through the curtains, casting dappled light on the table.

The boys' dormitory in the academy faces the playground, and the cheers of boys and girls can be faintly heard. The youthful and energetic figures of the soccer club are reflected in the gray eyes of the young man in front of the window.

The young man had black hair and a handsome face. His crisp white shirt was wrinkle-free. He rested his hands on the laptop on the table, gazing absently at the distant playground, seemingly appreciating the vibrant early spring with its burgeoning life.

After a while, he put on his frameless glasses and lightly tapped the keyboard with his fingertips.

"I have been in this world for nineteen years, and the 'Apostle' has come twice, yet the world remains peaceful and tranquil. It always gives me a sense of unreal falsehood, as if the inevitable destruction in my memory is just a dream."

"But destruction is inevitable. In the raging tide of civilization's demise, those vibrant young people, those couples nestled together, will be swept away like grains of sand, leaving no trace. But I know that running away is futile..."

After writing two paragraphs in the document, the young man paused slightly, as if he felt the words were a bit childish, but he moved his hand slightly and continued to stare out the window.

He vaguely remembered the ecstatic joy he felt when he saw the magnificent delivery room nineteen years ago, when his will was rekindled. He thought to himself that God had finally opened his eyes.

He not only reincarnated as a miserable office worker, but also became a rich second-generation heir, and secretly vowed to get rid of arrogance and impetuosity, and become a spoiled brat.

But as he grew older, he encountered some things, and he discovered the good news was that his status as a rich second-generation heir was genuine, while the bad news was—

"A broken world is bad enough, but it just so happens to be a pre-civilization era..."

The young man rubbed his temples, unsure of what expression to make every time he thought about it. As someone who skipped around, he roughly knew how messed up this world was.

A cataclysmic event called 'Honkai' will cleanse the world, bringing monsters and even more terrifying Herrschers. However, in the current civilization, one can survive until the end while watching the Valkyries clash, whereas the previous civilization was in a truly dire situation, just as he wrote in the novel:

The world was destroyed, civilization ended, and there were very few survivors. In any case, a rich second-generation heir would never live to see Valkyrie stickers. This blow made him very depressed for several years, but fortunately he eventually figured it out.

"If you don't want to die, you have to find a way to live. Luckily, I arrived early and had plenty of time to prepare. I even found a glimmer of hope." The confusion in the young man's eyes dissipated, and he became determined again.

The logic is simple: if you can't just give up, then fight to survive, live with all your might.

Back to the present, just as he was about to make some minor revisions to the manuscript, he heard the dormitory door lock turning, and a panting voice quickly appeared behind him.

"Ryan, you're writing a novel again? The weather's so nice today, why don't you go to a club activity?" A white-haired young man approached, wearing a basketball uniform and covered in sweat, his handsome face making him look sunny and dashing.

"Because I'm too lazy to shower, and I don't want to be surrounded by a bunch of girls screaming like you." The young man named Ryan turned his chair around, adjusted his glasses, looked at the other person with some helplessness, and muttered under his breath, "I came all the way to Changkong City thinking I could find a powerful patron, but all I found was a popular guy."

This helplessness stemmed from his heart. The sunny boy's name was Kevin. Even as a member of the skip party, Ryan knew that this guy was a big figure who had been present throughout the 'Honkai' world. After getting to know him for two years, he discovered that Kevin was not what he seemed at all.

Aside from being a great basketball player, he's neither obsessed nor overpowered, making him perfect as the protagonist of a slice-of-life youth manga. He could also star in Slam Dunk, but he doesn't resemble a savior hero.

"No way, I'm completely devoted to Mei." Kevin smiled a little awkwardly. He and Ryan had been roommates for two years, from high school to college, and he knew that the other party meant no harm, so he simply bent down to look at the screen.

"Hey, you're writing this weird stuff again, an apostle who destroys civilization? How did you even come up with that?"

Snapped.

The notebook was slammed shut, and Ryan stood expressionless to the side. Like all authors, he felt quite embarrassed to have his writing read by the person next to him.

He glanced at Kevin, who looked on with curiosity, and coughed lightly: "Draw on your own personal experiences, plus some fantasy and adaptation."

You can actually experience this firsthand?

Kevin glanced at the list of things involving rebirth, apostles, and the Third New Tokyo City, then scratched his face with his finger: "Ryan, you really are a weirdo. By the way, do you make a lot of money writing these things?"

"My grades are pretty good, but you know I don't care about money."

"Then what do you spend so much time on?"

“One is interest.” Ryan paused, then gave a meaningful smile. “The other is finding friends.”

This ongoing novel uses the setting of a certain work, deliberately replacing the Second Herrscher with the Second Apostle. If there are other fellow transmigrators, they will definitely recognize it. The reason for doing this is quite simple:

How did I, a typical office worker who was playing the public beta version of "Starship Railway" after get off work, end up in this shitty pre-civilization?

Kevin treated his friend as a pen pal and didn't take it too seriously. Seeing that the sweat on his body had dried, he changed into a T-shirt, took out the motorcycle keys from the cabinet, and turned to look at his roommate who was still staring blankly out the window.

"Ahem, Mei is coming back from Mu Continent. Why don't you come with me to pick her up?"

"That physics conference ended so quickly?" Ryan turned around, slowly wiping his glasses.

"Hmm, your flight is this evening. Mei said you were also invited to the discussion. Why didn't you go?" Kevin suddenly remembered something. Ryan was also one of the top students in the academy.

Every time I hear him and Mei discussing quantum entanglement and the imaginary number theorem, I feel as stupid as a paramecium.

"What a waste of time. Besides, I only provided some information about the paper on 'negative entropy.' And why do you two have to be the ones eating dog food? Why don't you go find Su?"

“Medical school is very demanding. Su isn’t as crazy as you two, thinking everyone can finish all the coursework in their first year.” Kevin snorted irritably, glancing at the clock on the table. “By the way, are you going or not? If you are, let’s go to the ramen shop together tonight.”

Another bowl of noodles?

Ryan felt a little nauseous and pondered for a moment.

Two years ago, when the First Herrscher appeared and extinguished his last glimmer of hope, Ryan's motives for approaching Kevin and May were certainly not pure.

But after spending so many years together, we've developed some genuine feelings for each other. Or rather, if he kept thinking about the ending of the previous civilization, he would have gone mad long ago.

Survival is important, but the process of living is equally important. I don't want to become a person obsessed with only the instinct to survive.

Just like the vibrant life outside the window and the sunny young man in front of me, they are not an illusion.

“Okay, I’ll go with you…” Ryan was about to get up when he suddenly paused while wiping his glasses, and his expression changed slightly.

"Huh?" Kevin blinked, not understanding what the other person was doing.

"Forget it, I'm not going. I suddenly realized I have something to do." Ryan looked out the window, his eyes behind his glasses narrowing slightly, and lowered his voice: "They've appeared again. They're such persistent and unpredictable guys."

Kevin was baffled, but fortunately he was used to Ryan's mysterious personality, so he simply put on his jacket and left without looking back.

"Then I'll go."

Huwu——

The sound of a motorcycle starting came from outside the window and then gradually faded away. Ryan, who sat by the window like a wooden sculpture, raised his head slightly, glanced at Kevin who was rushing off to eat noodles, sighed softly, and got up with his hands on the table.

"You guys are having a good time, still enjoying your youthful days, while I've entered another dimension. There's nothing I can do about it, I know too much, and I can't lie to myself."

Ryan muttered to himself, showing little sadness or excitement. He had gotten used to it since he first encountered the 'Honkai' ten years ago.

He opened the locked wardrobe, rummaged through the few scattered clothes, and after rummaging around for a while, he took out a heavy black cloth bag from the very back. He then slung it over his shoulder, opened the door, and walked straight downstairs.

The football match was over, and the streets were filled with people carrying lunchboxes. Ryan never liked going out, so no one greeted him. The young man carrying the bag quickly disappeared into the crowd.

As one of the world's leading private schools, Senba Academy offers education from elementary school to university. Its facilities and buildings occupy a large area of ​​land and are divided into independent zones, resembling a small town.

The university campus is located on the north side. Because it is too far from Changkong City, apart from the South Gate Commercial Street, the surrounding area is also somewhat desolate, mostly consisting of dilapidated houses waiting to be demolished. In a few years, this place will be built into a new campus.

Ryan stood on a mound, looking at the scattered lights in the dilapidated apartment buildings in the distance. The original owners had long since received their compensation and moved away, and the place had been occupied by a group of homeless people or thugs.

The towering wall behind him was like a dividing line, separating the ivory tower from poverty and chaos. Ryan, of course, had no time to think about class; he merely twitched his nose.

"As expected, it smells of decay. Do you really like this inconspicuous place?" Ryan grinned, revealing a few menacing teeth.

Honkai, a natural disaster, appears randomly, but for some reason, it mostly appears in inconspicuous places at this stage. Therefore, the 'Fire-Chasing Moth' that is specifically designed to fight Honkai can often hide from view, just like the wall behind it, keeping the terror out of the human world.

But since the Second Herrscher, this has been happening more and more frequently.

Ryan took out his phone, unlocked it, sent a message to a contact, and without waiting for a reply, picked up his cloth bag and headed towards the dilapidated apartment building.

These apartment buildings were about four or five stories high, their walls covered in stains and moss. The early spring wind was listless, rustling a few broken power lines as they scraped against the ground with a rattling sound. Apart from that, there wasn't a soul in sight; the silence was unsettling.

A student from Chiyu Academy walked to the outside of the crooked stone wall. There were no homeless people begging or thugs robbing people. These troublesome entities that had been giving the Changkong City police a headache seemed to have all moved away.

thump.

The black cloth bag was slammed to the ground, kicking up a few specks of dust. Ryan waited for a moment until he heard messy footsteps. He recognized the sound; it was like students rushing to the cafeteria after lunch break, their stomachs rumbling.

Here they come, the lowest-ranking assassins, huh?

Ryan's expression didn't change much. He simply slowly unzipped the cloth bag, revealing a dark, cylindrical object inside. He reached in, pulled it out, and then casually tossed it away.

Click, click, click.

With the sound of metal snapping together, a spear about two meters long was in his hand, its body gleaming with a dark metallic sheen.

Ryan glanced at the gleaming gun tip, and for some reason, the content he hadn't finished coding that afternoon flashed through his mind:

"I know running away is useless, and there's no powerful figure I can cling to..."

Swish!

The spear thrust out, its gleaming tip enveloped in a mysterious red energy. Under the influence of this energy, the wall was pierced through as easily as tofu.

puff.

Through a hole the size of a washbasin, you can see a homeless man's bizarre head that has been smashed, resembling a rotten watermelon.

The bloody scene was reflected in the glasses, and below were a pair of gray eyes that didn't show much emotion. Ryan also gripped the gun handle with his left hand, holding the gun with both hands and straining his waist and abdomen.

slam-la-

The red energy left an arc at dusk, like a scythe, smashing the wall and a dozen or so assassins together.

The crooked wall collapsed completely. Ryan stepped onto the ruins and looked into the corridors and shacks at the humans mutated by Honkai energy, as well as the strange creatures peeking out from the rooftops.

"Only through killing and decay, through understanding and decay, can we ultimately find a way to survive, because—"

He took off his glasses and put them in his shirt breast pocket. The orbits of the stars seemed to flash across his eyes as he raised his gun with one hand.

"I am a traveler on a path of destiny."