"...(thousands of words of elaborate discourse)"
During these hours of television broadcasting, more and more people gathered in front of the TV.
People listened carefully, so bolder individuals had already begun to touch the "Rule."
The cheers on the internet also grew louder.
"(with a high-pitched voice) Ladies and gentlen, with the help of our friends from the otherworldly realm, through the sacrifices of our heroes, we have achieved a phased victory!"
"But everyone must rember, this is only a phased victory, it doesn’t an we can slack off or lower our guard."
"The remnants of its power still exist and will not disappear just because it’s sealed. Suburban areas outside the cities are experiencing mutations, we must take up arms quickly to protect the people!"
"Even within the cities, there is still a considerable amount of contamination and abnormal phenona caused by ’it.’ It may take us decades or even centuries to contain and clean up these anomalies."
"We need to reproduce, advance technology, achieve greater progress, and deeply understand that we are not strong."
"Finally, let us all pay our respects to the warriors who gave their lives in the disaster, a salute to the great fighters! A mont of silence!"
The TV station’s announcent quickly spread through civil society.
Cautious attempts, loud cheers, enthusiastic discussions, and mournful silence erged in society, displaying four starkly different emotions in a short period of ti.
...
Ms. Chen Xinyi was personally experiencing the evolution of a civilization.
Human governnts were rapidly establishing safe zones in various cities, and governnt leaders were giving inspirational speeches.
"Friends, comrades, the war of the past is over, but the story of humanity has not yet co to an end."
"Though lives vanished, they dissipated only temporarily like clouds of smoke, their spirit is eternal. Humanity will not forget history, nor should we forget history!"
Countless people celebrated throughout the night in safe zones, and their cheers were thunderous.
Humans could now observe the moon without restraint, with no more so-called "cosmic radiation."
In the safe zones, one important task stood out—recruitnt!
Large numbers of young and middle-aged people picked up firearms and trained in Shooting.
Countless factories operated all night, producing supplies to prepare for potential future survival crises.
"If anyone has accidentally co into contact with the rain, please co this way!"
Chen Xinyi was distributing supplies, a supernatural item called "Antagonistic Mind Potion," which could resist the soul mutations caused by the rain.
Hearing her call, the crowd lined up in an orderly fashion.
"Thank you, ma’am!" said a little boy who had lost an eye—his eye had mutated from watching the moon in the past.
"Don’t ntion it, little comrade, you don’t need to thank for such a small thing."
"Thank you, ma’am! I want to do sothing for you," said another woman in line, her right hand significantly larger than that of an average person for an unknown reason.
"No need to thank , you can go to the office on the right."
Everyone had a smile on their face, yet also carried the depth of post-disaster hardship.
...
Chen Xinyi felt a majestic sense of power, as if every cell of a giant had been mobilized—a trendous organizational force.
She couldn’t help but wonder, would the people of this "Blue Star," after such a catastrophe, develop faster and beco stronger than the humans of Earth?
This world of the Blue Star was unified, not divided into more than two hundred countries like on Earth.
The concept of the supernatural was common knowledge among the people here, everyone had accepted this fact.
The people’s expectations for the future were imnse.
As for Earth, for so historical reasons, the existence of supernatural facts couldn’t be directly made public, or it would surely provoke great social chaos.
Of course, this place also faced a series of difficulties.
Just the series of mutants that had undergone the baptism of rain were enough to cause serious trouble for humanity. And this was only the first day, those monsters were still evolving, growing and, as ti went on, potentially stronger mutants might appear.
"The competition of civilizations is a marathon."
"Although Earth is currently much stronger than Blue Star, it cannot be denied that Blue Star’s potential for developnt seems a bit higher than Earth’s. If the mutated creatures could also be turned into a source and then traded with the Ga Training Camp, these things, if used well, are treasures! This is a continuous exploitation of ’Whimsical Fantasies’!" Chen Xinyi’s eyes twinkled, "How wonderful to have such treasures!"
"Forget it, why am I thinking so much."
She snapped back to reality, took a deep breath, and after completing her task, offered a bouquet of flowers at the monunt built by the Abnormal Foundation.
And those dark scales glead under the sunlight with a colorful black, telling the stories of the past.
...
...
At seven o’clock in the evening.
A hazy crescent moon hung in the sky.
The night at Ganlu Temple was sowhat desolate.
An old monk in his sixties returned from working in a nearby farm, finding that many of the corn had mutated into a bright red color; he didn’t know if they were still edible, so he had to pluck them and keep them for now.
In the field, he also encountered a rat as big as a cat, which instinctively feared humans and scurried into the wild in just an instant.
Reviews
All reviews (0)