Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

[Location in progress...]

[The missing fragments of memory in the folder "Xi Lian" have been located in the next timeline.]

Bai Mo stared at the folder that represented Xi Lian, which was shimmering with a faint light but had a missing corner. A surge of expectation suddenly ignited in his heart, and he completely ignored the prompt to repair the folder.

"so……"

A voice, seemingly from beyond the world and carrying a hint of curiosity and inquiry, resounded in his mind.

"Why don't you choose to 'resurrect' them in the next cycle of reincarnation using the abilities of your system? Or just let them remain in your memories?"

"I can't." Bai Mo's voice was hoarse but exceptionally clear.

"The next cycle will not be the new world bathed in the west wind that I promised them. It will just be a long dream that needs to be deceived and maintained again."

"Moreover... this is not a problem that can be solved by one cycle of reincarnation. I cannot drag them into the same fate as Bai E, which will be repeated countless times, just because of my own selfish desires."

Chapter 151 The Self-Cultivation of a Savior

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly meeting that of some higher being:

"Moreover, author... if I merely treat them in the next cycle as replacements for those who have passed away in this cycle, indulging in a false reunion..."

Then I'll never be able to truly move forward, never be able to reap the rewards of a completely new story with them in that truly new world, right?

That would be the greatest betrayal of them.

"Not bad, kid. Much more clear-headed than I expected." The voice in my mind seemed to carry a hint of approval.

"However, I've noticed that you people of Onphalus always like to make prophecies and proverbs. As the 'author' of all this, let me offer you a few words as well."

"To establish a moral compass for heaven and earth,"

"To establish a purpose for all living beings."

"To continue the lost learning of the sages,"

"To usher in an era of peace for all generations."

"This is the prophecy I, as the author, have left for you."

"As for how to do it, or even whether to do it at all, that's up to you."

The grand sound gradually dissipated in the pure white, leaving only Bai E and Bai Mo standing at the starting point of reincarnation.

They carried the memories and love of the entire world on their backs, their gazes fixed firmly on the long and lonely road ahead.

After countless reincarnations, a hand opens a dusty book.

The contents of the book are—

"At the beginning of the legend, the world was in chaos."

Then, flames rose from the void, illuminating the ancient darkness.

Thirteen mighty Titans were born from the fire of creation, and their will outlined the shape of the world.

Three factors weave destiny and define its trajectory;

There are three things that created heaven and earth and separated the clear from the turbid;

Three things shape life and give it form;

Three things led to disaster and laid the groundwork for trials.

Finally, only one remained, and with a gentle yet firm gaze, He chose to silently protect the newborn people of the world.

Thus, the ancient prophecy was proclaimed:

The son of man, known as the Golden Son, will rise from humble beginnings, seize the fire of the gods, and once again support the crumbling world.

And I, named Kamerslana, an unexpected transmigrator, have arrived in this world called Onfaros.

I am not one of the golden descendants destined by prophecy, yet I was forcibly chosen by the cold hand of fate and told to shoulder the burden of saving the entire world.

At first, I scoffed at it.

What do I care about the fate of the world? I'm tired of grand narratives.

I don't care what the world is like; I just want to protect the tiny, tangible warmth around me, and I only care about whether I and my loved ones can be safe and happy.

Until, more and more people surrounded me. From the initial three people who depended on each other, it expanded to four, five... More and more faces, carrying expectations, trust and reliance, entered my life and surrounded me tightly.

Finally, my brother, Caislana, looked at me with his all-knowing eyes and told me a truth I had been reluctant to admit:

As long as I continue to love the people around me, I will never be able to escape the fate of this world.

The greatest belief in "salvation" often originates not from a love for the abstract world, but from an inseparable care and protection for the specific people around us.

This is the first lesson from the savior: learn to bear the heavy responsibility of moving from loving one person to loving the world.

When I finally faced this responsibility head-on and prepared to step forward, what accompanied this immense responsibility was not overwhelming strength, but boundless anxiety and fear.

The weight of the entire world, like an invisible mountain, crashed down on my thin shoulders.

I felt lost and confused, and was awakened by the weight of the situation in countless late nights, helplessly examining my insignificant strength.

Until a childlike yet clear voice rang in my ears, like sunlight piercing through the dark clouds—

Fate is not a cruel, one-shot decision; it is a long process that must be followed step by step.

Only the stronger version of yourself tomorrow will be qualified to solve tomorrow's problems.

So why try to shoulder all the burdens of the future today?

Leave those questions that you can't figure out or can't answer for the time being to tomorrow!

I suddenly realized that I don't need to play the role of an omniscient and omnipotent savior today; I just need to take each step in the present moment well.

This is the second lesson from the savior: learn to manage the immense pressure that stems from responsibility, yet can crush anyone.

As I learned to coexist with the pressure and keep moving forward, I eventually encountered the cruelty that no hero's journey can avoid—sacrifice and pain.

A battle-hardened soldier told me: Do not hate your fate, and do not futilely despise death.

The journey is great, and the epic is magnificent, because everything has its time to pass away.

People generally abhor suffering, but it is suffering that can forge an unyielding spirit and make people stand tall.

The wise weaver also told me: The pursuit of fire is a journey of constant loss.

On this path, nothing is worth sacrificing; even life, at times, is as insignificant as dust.

I painfully realized that salvation is never a perfect fairy tale, and pain and sacrifice are the inevitable price to pay on this path.

This is the Savior's third lesson: learn to accept the inevitable, unforgettable loss.

After realizing that no matter how hard I tried, I could not achieve a perfect ending without any sacrifices, deep doubt and self-denial almost consumed me.

I hesitated, and even considered stopping there.

It was that girl, who alone bore the power of "death," who walked up to me, extended her cold yet firm hand, and invited me to embark on a journey to find the meaning of my own life.

This journey did not provide me with perfect answers, but instead left me in endless confusion. Ultimately, I chose to embark on another journey, bearing all my doubts.

Because... someone once told me: Take control of what you can control.

When that inescapable fate finally arrives, use your forged and powerful will to resist its manipulation head-on!

This is the savior's fourth lesson: learn to stay true to yourself and move forward resolutely amidst endless doubt and confusion.

Then, although I chose to move forward, deep down I still sadly retained a sliver of longing for a perfect ending, and this longing became my new shackle.

It was the gentlest, most resilient, and most meticulous doctor in the team who keenly observed and gently healed the last knot in my heart.

She told me that legends are not born, and true greatness never stems from noble bloodlines or a flawless starting point!

It stems from the present moment—from our perseverance in getting up after every fall, and from every firm choice and decision made from our hearts!

I have finally broken free from the shackles of so-called destiny and perfectionism, and gained true freedom.

When the mastermind behind it all finally revealed themselves, coldly pointing out the emptiness of my own existence and the void in the data,

It is this complete acceptance and embrace of "imperfection" that has allowed me to find the most authentic and unshakable meaning of the existence of "Kamerslana".

This is the fifth lesson from the savior: learn to let go of the obsession with perfection and embrace your true self and the present moment.

Thus, the old story has come to an end, and a new epic will be rewritten beneath my feet.

I write this not to be remembered, but to remind myself:

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

Only those who learn from the world can shoulder its destiny.

I wasn't born a hero.

I am just an ordinary person who has learned how to love.

—Kamerslana (Bai Mo), at the beginning of reincarnation』

(To be continued)

Chapter 152 Let us plant the seeds of the past and move toward tomorrow.

"Bai Mo, what are you writing here all by yourself?"

Bai E's voice came from behind without warning, causing Bai Mo, who was immersed in the world of pen, to tremble violently. The ink-soaked pen tip left an abrupt ink spot on the rough page.

Bai Mo snapped the thick notebook shut.

This kind of private diary-like record, especially the thoughts about self-analysis and moments of vulnerability, is best kept secret from a second person—even if that person is his brother.

"'The Self-Cultivation of a Savior'?" Bai Er's sharp eyes caught sight of those words on the cover.

He raised an eyebrow, trying to dispel the faint, oppressive aura that had enveloped his younger brother since the beginning of the cycle of reincarnation, and deliberately spoke in a lighthearted, teasing tone.

"Hey, don't forget, by title, I'm one of the saviors too. As a fellow traveler, may I have the honor of reading your work?"

"No way, don't even think about it." Bai Mo turned around, hugged the notebook tightly to his chest, and refused righteously, but his tense expression couldn't help but ease a little because of his brother's teasing.

Seeing that his younger brother's reaction was more lively than before, Bai E realized he had achieved his goal and chuckled, no longer asking any further questions.

He looked around at this land that was both familiar and strange, his tone carrying a peculiar sense of感慨:

"I never imagined... that the starting point of reincarnation would be here. The Sorrowful Secret Pavilion a thousand years ago..."

Bai Mo followed his gaze, sighed softly, his voice filled with complex and indescribable emotions:

"Yes, the Elegant Secret Pavilion a thousand years ago. There were neither endless golden wheat fields nor that creaking swing."

Before them lay only a desolate and uncultivated land, a stark contrast to the hometown they remembered, enveloped in warm sunshine and the scent of harvest.

Bai Er nudged his younger brother's arm lightly with his elbow, a smile that only appeared on his face in the past:

“There are indeed no wheat fields here now. But Bai Mo, no matter how many times I reincarnate, I will always be your brother. That will never change.”

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on Bai Mo: "And... do you still remember... our bet?"

Bai Mo was stunned for a moment, his long-buried memories instantly awakened, and a look of realization and disbelief flashed in his eyes: "You mean... that..."

The two brothers looked at each other, as if they had returned to that sunny afternoon many years ago.

They reached out simultaneously and carefully took out half of a cloth bag that looked quite old but was exceptionally well-preserved from inside their clothing.

Even after three long years, the wheat seeds in the bag remained quietly dormant.

They may appear somewhat old and rustic on the outside, but anyone who touches them can clearly feel the tenacious vitality they contain.

The Secret Pavilion is the hometown deep in the brothers' memories—

It may gather dust over time and temporarily lose its vibrant colors through the wear and tear of reality.

But they can always step back in at any time and rekindle that warmth.

Without a word, Bai Mo and Bai E exchanged a smile and walked together toward the open and fertile land ahead.

They forcefully tossed the seeds, carrying memories and hopes, high into the air, scattering them across the slumbering earth of the Elegant Secret Pavilion.

Golden grains of wheat, like raindrops of hope, fell in abundance, merging into the black soil.

When Bai Er and Bai Mo finally arrived at the foot of the magnificent yet somewhat dilapidated city of Ohmana after their arduous journey, the sight that came into view made their hearts sink simultaneously.

In this cycle, the dawn machine that should have eternally illuminated the holy city and dispelled darkness and cold has been completely extinguished.