Survival in Sequences: Eighteen Years Old, Slaying Monsters Like Horses

Xu Si's voice was flat and emotionless, simply stating his facts calmly.

"Earth is facing a catastrophe far more terrifying than the arrival of the strange, more terrifying than the strange, more terrifying than divine messengers—a catastrophe called the calamity of gods!"

"Earth has no chance of winning this battle."

silence.

The entire planet Earth was silent.

It wasn't a calm silence, but a deathly stillness, as if someone had been gripped by immense fear and couldn't utter a sound.

"Nirvana will officially begin its evacuation plan tomorrow. Those willing to leave Earth will be led by the Caravan of Fire to find a new home in the void. Nirvana's cavern space is large enough, and its resource reserves are continuously expanding. Life will be difficult in the early stages, but at least—there is still hope."

He paused.

"I will not force those who do not wish to leave. Earth is the home of everyone, and you have the right to choose to stay, the right to choose to live and die with it. But please understand—staying is very likely to mean death."

"Leaving may be the only way to survive."

"The chosen time is tomorrow evening. At that time, all those who wish to leave, please take your supplies with you. I will teleport you to Nirvana. Fu Xiaojian will be waiting for you there and will make sure you are settled in properly as soon as possible."

Xu Si's voice stopped.

At the top of the World Tree's canopy, he stood alone in the wind, the charred fragments of his robes fluttering in the breeze.

The scar on his left rib had completely healed, and the dark golden law patterns on the new skin were faintly visible, like some kind of ancient totem branded deep in his flesh.

He didn't say anything more, he just stood there quietly.

The silence on Earth lasted for a long time.

Then, sounds began to emerge from all corners.

"What's going on now? We've only just settled in."

"Is what Xu Si said true?"

"Deities? Where did these deities come from?"

"Is this a lie?"

"I'll follow along. Clinging to someone's coattails is better than fending for myself!"

"But... is there really any chance of survival? I'm tired, I'd rather die at home!"

"Home? Look around, what home is there anymore? Are these ruins? Are they eerie? Or are they just endless fissures?"

"This land, these crops, are my home. I won't leave. I'm old, I can't move anymore. Let me die here!"

……

Similar conversations echoed in every settlement, every survival base, and every underground bunker.

Some remained silent, some wept, some argued, and some began quietly packing their meager belongings.

But no one questioned Xu Si's words.

Because they knew that the young man at the top of the hierarchy had absolutely no need to do that.

After Xu Si's voice dissipated in the wind, the palace was quieter than any other corner of Earth.

Wanliuchun stood three steps behind him, the spring begonia mark between her brows fully bloomed, the silver patterns on the petals resonating faintly with the core of the laws within Xu Si's body.

She didn't speak, just stood there quietly; it was hard to describe the feeling.

Xu Si turned around, his gaze lingering on the mark between her eyebrows for a moment before looking away.

"Don't you have anything you want to ask?" he said.

Wanliuchun shook her head.

From the moment she became a member of the family, she was fully prepared.

"And what about you?" she countered. "Don't you have anything to say?"

Xu Si remained silent for a moment.

The dim golden light from the palace dome fell between the two, stretching their shadows long, and they intersected at a certain point, like two originally parallel threads on a web of fate suddenly entwining at a certain node.

"Yes," Xu Si said.

"What?"

"I feel like you're becoming more and more like a human!" Xu Si said.

Wanliuchun was stunned. Strange was strange. What connection did she have with the human race this time?

Is it an emotion?

Would she have made this choice in the past?

Suddenly, Xu Si thought of something.

There really seems to be a difference between the supernatural and divine messengers!

Logically speaking, they are all products of God's failed selection.

The divine messenger was chosen by God to advance to the ninth level of life form.

They should have had a chance too.

However, these strange beings will find it difficult to reach level nine again.

So, what exactly did they go through after failing to be chosen by the gods? What specific contract did they sign with the deities?

It seems that Xu Si never asked or thought about this question from beginning to end.

All he knew was that one of the terms of the contract was to confine them to a certain place.

Xu Si's pupils contracted slightly.

The thought, like a suddenly taut string, emitted a sharp buzzing sound in his mind.

Strange and divine messengers.

Level 9 life form and Level 8 anomaly.

The chosen ones and the eliminated ones.

He always thought the difference between the two was simply a difference in strength.

The divine messenger is stronger, the eerie one is weaker, that's all.

But that thought just now jolted him awake.

"To hold onto spring."

"Um?"

"Your behavior is strange... What exactly happened after you failed in your divine selection? And what was the contract you made with the gods?"

The spring crabapple blossom mark between Wanliuchun's brows flickered slightly.

She turned her head and looked at Xu Si with an expression that was somewhere between confusion and reminiscence, as if trying to understand why he had asked that question.

"I don't remember," she said.

"Don't you remember?"

"The contract has been dissolved, and I have absolutely no idea what the specifics are!" Wan Liuchun seemed to have noticed something was wrong, because she had previously discussed the contract with Xu Si.

But now it's like a blank page.

Xu Si didn't ask any more questions, but instead brought Fan Wanwan and Da Huang over.

Their answer was also negative.

They may have known parts of the contract before, but since the contract was dissolved, it's as if they've had all that information erased from their minds.

Xu Si then arrested Si Zan.

"How did you become messengers of God?"

Xu Si didn't know what the connection was; he did whatever came to mind.

"My lord, why do you suddenly ask this?" Si Zan asked, puzzled.

Answer me.

Si Zan remained silent for a moment, the light in his vertical pupils flickering uncertainly.

His gaze shifted from Xu Si, swept over the spring begonia mark between Wan Liu Chun's eyebrows, then returned, finally landing on his own snake tail coiled around the edge of the stone platform.

"God's chosen ones. All of God's messengers are those who have survived God's selection."

"I know that. What I'm asking is—what covenant did you sign with the gods? How did the selection process end? And how did you become messengers of the gods?"

"Huh?" He clearly hadn't expected Xu Si to ask that.

Since only Thranduin killed all the level nine life forms, there must have been other level nine life forms that survived the Chosen One. Did they also become messengers of the gods?

Where did they go if they weren't there?

In this state, how did the Chosen Ones come to an end?

Xu Si seemed to have grasped the crux of the problem.

Si Zan seemed to know what Xu Si wanted to hear.