The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

On both sides of the road, the people of Onphalus gathered: commoners who were weathered and tired but had hope in their eyes; nobles and members of the Senate who were richly dressed and had complicated expressions; and the rulers who sat in the front row and held the fate of the city-state in their hands.

And behind him, Aglaia, Tibos, Medemos, Wan Di, Bai E, Xi Lian, Xia Die, Feng Jin... these Golden Descendants representing different powers and hopes.

As he passed by, he seemed to see his elder brother, the people of Suspended Peak City with whom he had feasted. And there were his former genius students, Ophina and Iser, cheering for their teacher!

Russell recovered his senses and realized it was just an illusion, but his steps became even more firm and powerful. Those who had placed their hopes on him were watching how he would speak.

Three thousand years of groping in the dark has been far too long. Now, he will light the torch to illuminate the old world.

An indescribable surge of emotion welled up within Russell. He was about to stand in that position and sound the loudest clarion call to a world struggling on the edge of eternal night!

When Russell stepped onto the final step and stood at the center of the podium, the entire Genting Palace venue fell into complete silence. His prestige accumulated over nearly three thousand years, combined with the will he exuded at that moment, held the breath of tens of thousands of people.

The soft light of the artificial dawn poured down, illuminating his simple, ancient linen clothes, the weathered yet solemn medical bag on his shoulder, soaked with the fragrance of three thousand years of medicine, and the crown on his head that symbolized endless responsibility and a thorny path.

A huge projection screen clearly projected him into every corner of the venue.

Russell did not speak immediately. He slowly and very carefully scanned the area below.

Tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on him, filled with fear, confusion, and exhaustion, yet also harboring a final glimmer of hope. His gaze was calm and powerful, as if it could pierce through people's hearts.

Then he spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a peculiar, soul-piercing power: "My fellow citizens of Onphalus!"

“I am Russell. Most of you have heard of this name. So, I'll skip the lengthy introduction.”

"You should know why I stand here!" His voice suddenly rose, carrying a metallic clang, "I stand here to begin the second journey of the fire! To ignite our last flame of hope!"

“I can see the confusion in your eyes! Many of you have never experienced your first expedition! You are puzzled: why dedicate everything to this uncertain journey?”

“My answer is: We must!” Russell declared firmly. “Because we can no longer sleep in a false dream of peace! It’s time to wake up! Look beyond the boundaries! Look beyond the barriers we think we’re safe!”

"The Black Tide, that all-consuming darkness, has already crossed the mountains of Titan Geolia, built of flesh and blood! It is relentlessly approaching us, step by step!"

His gaze seemed to pierce through the dome of the venue:

“Many of you were not born in Ohma, nor did you grow up in the Garden of the Gods. You come from various city-states of Onphalus, where you have familiar streets, warm fires, and the laughter of family and friends… those are your homelands.”

For a moment, many listeners showed a longing for their hometown. How could they not miss their hometown?

"However, the Black Tide changed everything! We can never return to our homeland! Because it has long since become a lair of twisted monsters!"

Russell's voice was filled with sorrow and defiance as he looked at the crowd who were listening intently to him.

"I am Amber-Benevolent Healer from three thousand years ago. Countless legends depict me as the first of the Golden Descendants, many saying I was born with a destiny to save the world." He paused slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife. "Today, right here, I will personally shatter this millennia-old rumor!"

Before he finished speaking, he swiftly pulled a gleaming scalpel from his pocket and, without hesitation, made a deep cut in his palm!

Crimson blood, still warm with life, gushed out instantly, dripping from his clenched fist onto the pristine white podium, leaving a glaring red stain.

He raised his bleeding hand high, displaying it to the entire audience: "Look! My blood is crimson! It's the color of mortals! I am just like you! Not some golden descendant burdened with a mission to save the world! I, Russell, am just a mortal! A mortal forgotten by time and death!"

This shocking scene silenced the entire venue, as if it had struck the hearts of all the audience members, causing their hearts to stop.

“But I embarked on this thorny path of salvation nearly three thousand years ago, before many of your ancestors were even born!” Russell’s voice trembled slightly with excitement, yet was incredibly firm. “Back then, some people asked me: Doctor, are you being foolish by making these futile struggles?”

"My answer, then and now, is: There is no futile effort! There is no savior to be found! Only by saving ourselves can we find a glimmer of hope in the raging torrents of fate!"

Amber Medicine Scroll: Chapter Thirty-Two - Only Through Bloodshed

His gaze fell upon the delegation from the Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden, and then he slowly began to speak.

"Those who have been to the Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden will know. As a scholarly city-state, our most brilliant minds, generation after generation, have exhausted their efforts, constantly searching for a way to defeat the Black Tide on the verge of despair!"

“I can tell you frankly,” Russell’s voice lowered, tinged with deep weariness, “that I also lacked confidence in the Black Tide. It frustrated me countless times, plunging me into despair!”

"Whenever I see the burning flame in the eyes of young scholars, and hear their hopeful plans... how can I, as their teacher, tell them about this sense of powerlessness?"

"How can I extinguish the flame of their passion with my despair, when I have guided and encouraged them to dedicate their lives to this seemingly endless cause?"

"When they have exhausted their lives and are lying on their sickbeds bidding farewell to the world, we make a promise to them: Go in peace, one day we will find a way to solve this black tide disaster."

Russell's voice choked, and tears welled in his eyes. "I carry the expectations of hundreds of generations on my shoulders, their gazes seeming to pierce through time and space as they watch over me... How could I possibly allow myself to fall?!"

"And so I led my students on this path that no one lit for nearly three thousand years. For three thousand years, day and night, we never let up."

Russell's voice rose again, carrying a sorrowful power.

"Over the past thousands of years, the number of lives I have saved must be at least in the tens of millions! I once thought I was saving lives and creating hope!"

"But... the speed at which the Black Tide devours lives makes everything I've done seem like a drop in the ocean! It's like a bottomless black hole, mercilessly mocking the efforts of mortals! The time left for us Onfaros people... is truly running out!"

He suddenly spread his arms wide, pointing to the entire venue: "Look at this land, riddled with holes by the black tide! Think of those city-states that vanished silently and completely! Listen to the roars of those monsters!"

"Are you sad?! Are you angry?! Are you afraid?!" he shouted, his voice booming like thunder in everyone's hearts.

After a brief silence, he gave his answer: "Yes! We are sad! We are angry! We are afraid! No one can remain indifferent in the face of annihilation! But—"

He clenched his still-bleeding hand tightly and slammed it heavily on the podium, making a dull but resolute thud: "Should we just give in to the so-called inevitable destruction of the world?!"

“My answer is: Absolutely not! Three thousand years may wear down my will, but it will never make me submit to so-called fate.”

“If I had chosen to submit to fate, I would not be standing here today sharing my true feelings with you.”

"If we yield, our gathering here today, our words today, will become the most ridiculous epitaphs etched on our tombstones! Recreation once tore open a sliver of light for us! I believed in it then, and I still choose to believe in it now!"

Someone asked me: "Senior, even if we give our all and still fail to recreate the world, what should we do?"

Russell took a deep breath and swept his gaze across the entire room: "At this moment, I am willing to tell you the secret that the Divine Enlightenment Tree Court has guarded for thousands of years: deep beneath the magnificent city-state of the Divine Enlightenment Tree Court, we have hollowed out a vast space!"

"There, there are stored enough resources to sustain the millions of Onpharos for thousands of years! That is the last spark we left for the continuation of civilization!"

This news was like a boulder thrown into a lake, instantly creating huge waves! Exclamations and discussions surged forth like a tide.

Even the seated Golden Descendants were shocked—this benevolent doctor who had walked for three thousand years had made such profound preparations!

Had he even prepared for the possibility of failure? At this moment, Russell's not-so-tall figure appeared enormous, and everyone could feel the doctor's passionate blood flowing through him.

Russell raised his hand to silence the commotion, his voice growing even louder: "Facing failure is not terrible! What is terrible is losing the courage to get up again and fight again after failure! That means the real end!"

"Now, I give you hope after defeat. Right now, before defeat truly arrives—it's time for us to charge into the Black Tide!"

His words were like burning javelins: "I know! This road is full of thorns! Every step may be on the blood of my comrades! Perhaps when the grand event ends and the sun rises tomorrow, someone will be gone forever!"

"But—!" Russell's voice suddenly rose to its highest point, filled with a resolute determination that seemed to tear everything apart, "If we don't fight back, will the Black Tide let us go?!"

“I once witnessed a desperate city-state where its inhabitants gave up resistance and willingly embraced the Black Tide… Do you know what happened?!”

Russell paused, letting the horrifying imagery spread: "It's a ground filled with wails! It's a distortion more terrible than death! It's the eternal agony of souls being torn apart! The Black Tide treats everyone equally!"

"Whether ruler or farmer! Golden descendant or child! Before it, there are no exceptions! It will only tear each and every one of us, and everything we cherish, to shreds us completely, ultimately turning us into part of the darkness!"

He clenched his fist again, his bleeding hand a testament to Onphalus's indomitable spirit: "So, it's time! My compatriots!"

"Crush the fear in your heart! The Black Tide wants to devour us? Then let it open its eyes and see what the spine of the Onfaros is made of!"

"It was forged with the blood and flesh of mortals! It was forged with the arms of a mother who risked everything to protect her child! It was forged with the determination of a father who gripped his sword and shield and never retreated when defending his home!"

"It was forged from the research notes of scholars who poured their hearts and souls into them under the oil lamp! It was forged from the tiny glimmer of hope in the despair of farmers sowing the last seed on scorched earth! It was forged from the roar of warriors facing monsters, a roar of unwavering resolve!"

Russell’s eyes blazed with an unprecedented intensity, as if flames capable of burning everything were exhaling from them.

"The journey of chasing fire is never a salvation from the gods! It is our own journey of chasing fire! It is the final charge launched by every soul that refuses to be swallowed by darkness against an invincible fate!"

"If fate foretells our destruction, then we will rewrite this unjust destiny."

"With our blood and flesh, with our faith, with everything we have, for ourselves and for our descendants, we launch an expedition to cleave through the darkness and seize the dawn! There is only one goal: to completely drive the Black Tide away from the land of Onfaros! To make it roll out of Onfaros."

"With our blood, our flesh, and our lives, we will write an epic chapter in the fire-chasing saga of us mortals."

He took a sudden step forward, his voice like a blazing torch: "Today! Right now! We sound the horn once more for our journey to seek the fire! Not for prophecy! Not for a savior whose whereabouts are unknown!"

"It's for ourselves! For our beloved family and friends! For this scarred land and our hometown that still bears our hearts!"

Finally, Russell's voice became hysterical; he had successfully ignited the passion of all the Onphalus people. Their eyes, too, burned with the same fervor as his.

"Follow me as we charge against the Black Tide! Even if the end is destruction! Before we fall, we must use our last strength to seize fate by the throat and tell it: Onpharos—"

"Never give up!!! We want to go home!!!"

His final voice, carrying both the resolute determination to burn everything and the hope to illuminate the eternal darkness, resounded through the heavens.

"With this flesh and blood, let us ignite our own spark! With this indomitable cry, let us tear through this eternal night! Let us—tread upon the corpses of the black tide, and charge toward the end of tomorrow's westerly winds!"

"Let us create with our own hands! A brand new world of our own! Burning away all the darkness of the old world."

"For Onphalus! For—tomorrow! For our new world! For—home!"

The last syllable fell like a devastating blow, as if the heavens and earth were splitting apart! A brief, suffocating silence enveloped the hall.

The next moment, the entire venue erupted in a thunderous roar.

"For Onphalus! For tomorrow!!! For—going home!!!"

A roar like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, filled with scalding tears, soaring anger, and a do-or-die determination, erupted from the chests of hundreds of thousands of people!

Their shouts converged into a tremendous force that soared into the sky! The entire Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top trembled with their cries!

At this moment, Onpharos's shattered will coalesced like never before under the flames ignited by Russell! It unleashed a desperate battle cry against the all-consuming black tide!

The only options left are either the complete destruction of the Black Tide or the annihilation of the Onfaros.

But the spectator, Rikushi, remained strangely calm. It was as if the passionate speech couldn't move him at all.

It looked as if it were observing an experimental sample, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on its face.

The effective data from this final simulation is now comparable to all the previous simulations.

……

Let's just do a modest 5k today. To be honest, today's speech was a bit like a typical artsy, pretentious speech. I got carried away while writing it.

Just leave it there; the power of words is ultimately limited. Personally, I enjoy reading it every time.

I really don't want this to be just a personal pleasure for me.

Then today I took the opportunity to revise the writing style of the previous chapters. Of course, the general plot remains unchanged, but after taking further studies, I felt that the earlier chapters were indeed lacking.

Then we'll make some changes. Now, let's move on to our daily routine. Please vote, follow, and add to your favorites!

The current design involves the protagonist receiving the apothecary's blessing before the game is released. After the release, the protagonist will leave Wengxing as quickly as possible.

Then we'll see tomorrow whether it's 4k or 6k.

Your support is my biggest motivation to keep updating.

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Amber Seed Medicine Scroll: Chapter Thirty-Three - A New Era

A flame named Russell burned fiercely in the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top, igniting the prelude to the second journey to seek fire.

His words were like blazing sparks, falling into the parched hearts of the people and instantly igniting a prairie fire.

The deafening cheers continued for a long time, dispelling the gloom that had been building up in people's hearts. The heads that had been bowed in the face of the dark tide of despair finally lifted, and the flame of indomitable spirit was rekindled in their eyes.

This fire burned away the deep-seated divisions that had plagued Onpharos for millennia. It extinguished the fear of the Black Tide that was ingrained in people's hearts, and much of the complex distrust of the Golden Children also vanished at this moment.

This fire even helped Aglaia, who had ruled Ohma for a thousand years, to wash away the hidden discontent that the people of the city had accumulated over the long years towards the Golden Age rulers.

This will prevent those senators from using their prestige to coerce the people into jointly threatening the Golden Clan.

Bertrand Russell's very existence is a powerful endorsement.

The era that belonged to Russell—the era in which he alone bore the responsibility for the survival of Onphalus and groped his way forward in the dark—has come to an end.

As he calmly stepped down from the podium, thunderous and prolonged applause erupted within the Cloud Palace. This applause was not only a sign of respect, but also a clarion call.

What follows will be an epic saga of struggle against the Black Tide, written by all the people of Onfaros.

……

With the opening ceremony over, the Golden Family invited Russell to Ohmma's iconic Heroes' Bath.

For the people of Ohm, bathing is not only about cleaning, but also an ancient tradition of cleansing the soul and welcoming a new journey.

Russell gladly accompanied him, carrying gifts he had prepared beforehand. Beside the bathtub, filled with warm steam and decorated with magnificent reliefs, he presented the gifts one by one.

When Aglaia received the special and extremely rare gold thread, a very faint but genuine smile appeared on her exquisite face, which had been frozen for a thousand years. For her, weaving was one of the few relaxing activities she could do.

She nodded slightly: "Senior, I will remember this kindness." Russell returned a gentle nod.

The three sisters, Tibbo, Tibning, and Tiban, received three bottles of medicine in exquisite crystal bottles.

Their eyes lit up instantly after hearing Russell's description of the drug, and they let out a small gasp.