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

"If you let me go now, you'll regret it sooner or later." His voice leaked from his broken chest cavity, hoarse like a bellows with a hole in it.

"What else do you have that I should regret?" Xu Si turned around, his back to him. The gray-black chaotic energy spread out in the void, like an endless curtain, smoothing out the space that had been torn apart by the Gate of Return to Nothingness.

"You've used up everything you had to control me. What do you have left to threaten me with?"

"You'll regret it, you'll definitely regret it," Fu Xiaojian seemed to only want a quick death now.

Xu Si glanced back at him, his gaze so calm it sent chills down one's spine.

Fu Xiaojian's throat moved, and his eyes were filled with too many complex emotions: anger, humiliation, resentment, and a fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

"I'm not sparing your life because of past feelings," Xu Si continued.

"It's because you're still useful. The front lines need order, and chaos will inevitably re-emerge. You've sown your own seeds; you must atone for them. That's more meaningful than killing you."

"You..." Fu Xiaojian was trembling all over. He didn't want to go back to that cage. Everything he did was to escape that place.

Xu Si raised his hand, and the light patterns of thirteen laws in his palm flashed by. The dark golden light unique to the laws of order condensed into a shackle in the void. Fu Xiaojian didn't even see how the shackle was formed before it was already fastened to his core of laws.

He groaned, his broken body convulsing violently in the void.

"Don't try to break free. This shackle will only restrict your core of the laws, it won't affect your ability to unleash your remaining strength. If you can hold the front line, it will automatically be removed after ten thousand years. If you can't hold it,..." Xu Si paused.

"If you cannot hold on, then disappear along with chaos; that would be a worthy death."

Fu Xiaojian chuckled softly, a laugh like a broken bellows repeatedly pulling in the darkness, hoarse and grating, carrying a kind of desperate madness.

"Xu Si, no matter how much you pretend to be a saint, you're no different from me at heart."

Xu Si did not refute.

"You're all the same." Fu Xiaojian looked up.

Xu Si didn't say anything more.

He raised his hand and made a sweeping motion in the void, and a crack about ten feet wide silently opened up. On the other side of the crack was the familiar scene of the front line—the shattered remnants of the plane slowly floated in the gray-black chaotic mist. The defense line that once stretched for hundreds of millions of miles was now just broken walls and ruins, like a dam that had been smashed by a giant wave, stubbornly embedded at the very edge of the myriad worlds.

"Go! Until we meet again!" Xu Si waved his hand and threw him into the crevice, disappearing from sight.

Fu Xiaojian's figure disappeared into the crevice, like a dark golden spark falling into a gray-black sea of ​​mist, and was swallowed up in an instant.

The crack closed, and the void returned to deathly silence.

Xu Si stood still for a long time.

The space that he and Fu Xiaojian had repeatedly torn apart no longer showed any signs of battle.

There was no light dust, no fragments, no remains.

Everything was reset to zero, as if it had never happened.

He raised his hand, and the aura that had dissipated when the Gate of Return to Nothingness opened was still lingering between his fingers, as docile as a domesticated little beast.

"Finally, it's over." He breathed a sigh of relief.

Starry eyes slowly closed.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the sky above Earth.

Xu Si didn't rush in.

He first extended his perception across the entire planet Earth.

Refresh the Blood Sun anomaly.

The sky turned a clear, dark blue, and stars peeked out from behind the clouds, like tiny lamps that had been relit by someone.

The glow of the World Tree rises from the ground, mingling with the starlight and enveloping the entire world in a gentle halo.

On Earth, the scorched earth that was once eroded by chaos is recovering at a visible speed. Grass and trees are pushing out of the cracks, rivers have found their old channels, the oceans are no longer boiling, and even the wind has become gentle.

The survivors who remained emerged from their bunkers one after another, stood in the open field, and stared blankly up at the long-lost, bloodless sky.

Someone knelt down.

Some people started to cry.

Some people took off their clothes and howled like wild beasts in the sunlight.

Some people started running across the wasteland, shouting as they ran, "The weather has changed! The weather has changed!"

"Yes, the world has changed," Xu Si said softly.

He turned around and stepped into the Nirvana Cave.

Inside the cave, he casually erased even the last trace of the laws of order.

The banner of order that hung high in the center of the city snapped with a "crack," its dark golden light dissipating like smoke in the wind.

The moment the banner of order that hung high in the center of the city snapped, the entire new city seemed to have lost some kind of invisible support. Everyone stopped in their tracks at the same moment and looked up in the direction of the city center.

Dark golden dust fell softly from the top of the flagpole, like a fine, silent snowfall.

Xu Si appeared in the square in front of the city lord's mansion. The broken flagpole was right behind him, its cut as clean as if it had been neatly severed by an invisible knife.

"Brother Dao!"

Xiao Luo was the first to rush out of the crowd. He was running so fast that he tripped over a crack in the stone slab and almost fell, but he managed to steady himself thanks to his Sequencer physical abilities and rushed straight to Xu Si, stopping only three steps away.

"The flag... the flag..." he gasped for breath, pointing at the broken flag behind Xu Si, his words slurred.

"It's nothing," Xu Si said.

"That flag is useless now."

"Useless? What do you mean?" Tashan strode over, followed by Shao Bing, Lin Zhennan, and several elderly people from the convoy who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

His face was grim, as if all the emotions that had been building up in his chest were about to burst out.

"I've sent Fu Xiaojian to the front lines of the myriad realms." Xu Si didn't mince words; there was no way to avoid this matter.

"Sent them away?" Tashan's brows furrowed sharply.

"Yes, he's not dead, but it's not much better than death!"

The moment the question was asked, everyone around held their breath.

Tashan remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly slammed his fist into the stone pillar beside him, sinking half an inch into it, and stone chips fell down in a flurry.

"Why not kill him!" He looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"Hundreds of thousands of people! He used hundreds of thousands of people as bargaining chips. Don't you think he deserved to die?"

"Brother Shan!" Xiao Wu reached out to pull him, but Ta Shan shook him off.

Perhaps only Xu Si could understand Ta Shan's feelings at this moment.

He didn't really want to kill Fu Xiaojian, but rather he wanted an answer, an answer they could accept.

However, Tashan eventually calmed down on his own.

He believed that perhaps Xu Si's handling of the situation was the most correct one.

The dawn of Earth came earlier than anyone expected.

When the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clear atmosphere and shone on the World Tree's several enormous leaves that had unfurled anew, Nirvana Cave Heaven was already mostly empty.

Groups of people emerged from the cave entrance in twos and threes, like streams awakened by the spring floods.

Some carried tools, some held children, and some drove carts loaded with grain seeds, leaving the first set of footprints on the land that had just been restored to its original state.

The sky was a clear blue, and the clouds were so thin they looked as if someone had painted them on with the finest brush.

The wind came from the sea, carrying a salty, warm feeling, and gently swayed the newly sprouted vines at the base of the World Tree.

This vision is like a dream to people in the end times.

The city of fire beneath the World Tree was the first to have its functions restored.

The old and new cities were filled with residents again, and those who wanted to go back to find their caravans were teleported to various parts of Earth by Xu Si.

It's easy to imagine that in the near future, it will spread like wildfire again.

Xu Si stood atop the World Tree's canopy, his starry eyes surveying everything below.

He could see every vibrant life on Earth, the faint energy flowing within them, and the abundant vitality contained in the freshly turned soil.

The reconstruction of Earth has begun.

The morning light spills over the crown of the World Tree, bathing the entire world in a warm golden hue.

Xu Si stood at the edge of the treetop, with the mountains and rivers below him now lush and green again.

The air was filled with the scent of freshly turned earth, mixed with the aroma of food wafting from somewhere, giving this planet, which had just awakened from its bloody slumber, a touch of human warmth.

"elder brother."

Xu Miaomiao landed beside him, her long gray-white hair gently lifted by the morning breeze.

The laws of creation within her have stabilized, and the twelve law patterns have re-entered her body, with only the silver mark between her brows shining brightly.

"How much consciousness does Creation still have?" Xu Si asked softly without turning around.

Xu Miaomiao was silent for a moment.

"She's still here. She's just seriously injured and asleep." She raised her hand and pressed it to her chest, feeling the ancient consciousness within her that shared the same body with her.

"She's not asleep, she just doesn't want to wake up!"

You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, just as you can never wake up a god who is pretending to be asleep.

Xu Si did not press the matter further.

As long as Xu Miaomiao is by my side, she will always be my little sister, and my creation is destined to make no waves.

"Brother, what exactly are you now? A god, a god-king? Or what?" Xu Miaomiao suddenly asked.

Xu Si was stunned for a moment.

This is a strange question, but it's the one that everyone is afraid to ask, yet secretly wants to know the answer to.

"Count me in as a person!" Xu Si joked.

"Ugh!" Xu Miaomiao tilted her head, her long silver-gray hair sliding down her shoulders, the morning light casting a thin layer of warmth on the ends of her hair.

In the distance, the new city beneath the World Tree gradually comes alive.

Smoke from cooking fires, voices, vehicles and horses, training chants, and laughter from the fields.

These sounds, which were so ordinary before the apocalypse, are now converging from all directions, like streams that have been cut off for many years finding their way back to their source.

Xu Si and Xu Miaomiao fell from the treetops and landed beside the newly repaired official road in the north of the city.

Several young men who were transporting timber out of the city saw him, and at first they were stunned. Then they stood still in unison, their chests heaving, but none of them dared to speak first.

"You guys get on with your work," Xu Si waved his hand.

The group felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They shouldered the timber and jogged away, only daring to look back after running quite a distance, whispering excitedly about something.

Xu Miaomiao saw this and couldn't help but laugh.

"Brother, you're a celebrity now, right?"

Xu Si didn't respond to that, his gaze sweeping across the street.

Order was restored faster than expected.

Yue Lengshu didn't become the deputy chief for nothing.

Wu Pian, Fan Changjie, and their group were indeed capable.

In just a few days, they re-established the surviving ruling system, and designated responsibility fields for each urban area, resettlement area, and reclamation area according to wartime standards.

"Chief!" The two of them bumped into Zhou Jieyi at the street corner. It seemed they had been conducting an inspection earlier.

"Perfect timing, there's something I need your decision on."

Xu Si paused, then said, "Speak."

"The people want to restore their kingdom, and they asked me to ask for your opinion!"

"There's no need for that. Earth only has a tiny population now, less than a third-tier city before the apocalypse. Let's focus on the present and restore the population first!"

The human race was almost wiped out; he had no intention of establishing a nation.

Zhou Jieyi nodded, said nothing more, and stepped aside.

Xu Si walked north along the official road, with Xu Miaomiao beside him, glancing at the shops and houses on both sides from time to time.

Those shops were all newly built; some hadn't even had their signs hung up yet, just a few baskets of freshly dug wild vegetables and stacks of newly woven straw mats.

The economy is also recovering.

"Brother, look over there, doesn't it look like when we were little?" Xu Miaomiao suddenly pointed ahead.

At the end of the official road was a newly turned field, where seven or eight children were chasing each other barefoot along the ridge. One of them tripped and fell while running too fast, but he got up without crying, brushed the mud off his hands, and chased after them again.

Behind them, two women were planting vegetable seedlings, their movements somewhat clumsy but extremely earnest.

A man carrying two buckets of water walked from the riverbank, his shoulders slightly dented under the weight of the carrying pole.

This was such a common scene before the apocalypse, but now you can hardly find any complete families like this.

"Shall we go help too?" Xu Miaomiao's eyes lit up.

Xu Si didn't say anything, but walked over.

"Oh, Commander-in-Chief!"

The woman saw him first and hurriedly tried to stand up, but Xu Si stopped her by raising his hand.

"Never mind me, you guys go about your business."

He rolled up his sleeves, bent down and picked up a few seedlings from the bamboo basket, poked his finger into the soft ground, and planted them steadily.

Xu Miaomiao also squatted down, trying to imitate him, but her movements were very clumsy, and the seedlings she buried were crooked and twisted.

"Young Miss, you need to bury the soil firmly and lift the seedlings up a bit."

The woman next to them, watching, couldn't help but offer a reminder.

The talkative man was a little nervous, afraid that his woman would say the wrong thing.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's my first time doing this!" Xu Miaomiao whispered, admitting her mistake.

She was afraid that the seedlings she planted might not grow and would be wasted.

Xu Miaomiao studied diligently, and after a few tries, she was starting to look quite good.

As Xu Si planted the plants, he watched them grow, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

"Xu Si!"

A crisp sound came from the other side of the field.

Jiao Jiao stood by the official road, wearing an old light blue shirt that she had dug out from somewhere. The hem was tucked into her waistband, and the sleeves were rolled up to her forearms, revealing half of her pale wrists.

She was accompanied by Xiao Luo, Doubao, and Kaochang, the three little ones peeking and looking in her direction.

"Brother Dao is really farming?" Kaochang rubbed his eyes, looking incredulous.

"Brother Luo said Brother Dao is definitely here, but you don't believe me." Doubao smugly hummed.

Xu Si straightened up and patted the dirt off his hands.

"What is it?"

"Can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?" Jiao Jiao rolled her eyes at him, walked over with light steps, looked at the row of vegetable seedlings he had just planted, and then looked at Xu Miaomiao.

"Miaomiao, your brother's cooking skills aren't great either. He failed just as badly as me."

"I planted those!"

Xu Si covered his mouth and laughed.

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