Chapter 1187: Chapter 698: Parents’ Last Words, Confused mories_1 Chapter 1187: Chapter 698: Parents’ Last Words, Confused mories_1 It takes a person experiencing many things to truly mature, especially soone like Zheng Feng who has the body and gene awakening of 31st-century humans, but has a thought maturity no different from 21st-century humans – a “freak.”
Ever since he beca conscious, everything he has experienced has gradually shaped his character.
His understanding of the world has also been advancing step by step at his own pace.
From ti to ti, he would be disturbed, and from ti to ti, he would have thoughts that he shouldn’t have in his mind, recalling knowledge that was not his own, but he remained himself.
His perception of the world and of himself had been steadily advancing according to so predetermined rhythm, and that rhythm suddenly stopped at this mont.
A person’s view of life is determined by two things: small matters and big matters.
Before this, the eleven-year-old Zheng Feng had never experienced a truly significant event.
He had thought the first significant event he would have to experience was to improve himself by participating in competitions and make a na for himself, then leave the No.7 Star, go to the front lines, and throw himself into the unpredictable and magnificent battlefield.
He regarded this as a major transformation in his life, where the main lody of his life would change from a peaceful and stable learning experience to a thrilling military journey.
He was looking forward to it and had prepared himself ntally.
He had even fantasized many tis about joining Nora Camp’s battleship and working side by side with his parents during missions.
He never thought that another kind of life-changing event would co in such an abrupt manner.
For many eleven-year-olds in this era, losing their parents is not a devastating blow, as the Destiny Covenant Mark will always be activated by self-protection chanisms at the right ti to prevent emotional thresholds from being broken and leaving permanent “scars” in one’s heart.
Or, even without considering the effect of the mark, nowadays, with humans generally maturing early, the psychological age of an 11-year-old is no longer a child, but an adult.
But Zheng Feng’s mark had already disappeared, and although he had already shown his talent in the battlefield, he was still a 21st-century child at heart.
After explaining the situation to others briefly, Zheng Feng stopped talking and returned to his silent state.
If his consciousness was still in his body outside at this ti, he might have slumped to the ground weakly.
But now his consciousness was in a tiny beetle-like chanical structure, and the severe shock only caused him to pause for a mont before the beetle resud its preset action, thodically completing the task at hand.
Click-click-click.
The beetle’s jaws, the size of fingers, opened and closed, with each opening and closing spraying nanowires as thin as spider silk onto the ore in front.
anwhile, the other beetles on the other side saw Zheng Feng resu activity and resud in sync.
Edgar’s beetle beside Zheng Feng caught the nanowire floating over from the other side, tied a knot with the one he had just thrown, and then passed it to the side.
Mata’s beetle avatar caught it accurately and passed it to the side.
Five beetles worked together with high efficiency, like a precision loom.
Sounds of rustling could be heard from afar as the scene appeared busy yet silent.
Zheng Feng had beco an indifferent observer at this ti.
His head was empty, with piercing high-pitched noises continuously ringing, and the image of Morrowind No.2 flashing rapidly like a nightmare kaleidoscope, unable to be dispersed.
The interference appeared at an abruptly increased frequency, rendering his hard-earned skill of emptying his mind in rhythm useless again.
Zheng Feng could not organize coherent thoughts at all, leaving only a ss.
At this mont, another file ca into his communication system. It was from the Cloudtop War Zone Command Center, still an ergency file, and the title showed it to be a video.
Zheng Feng instinctively chose to play it.
In the picture, Roger Baker and Emma Lee in military uniforms were sitting side by side.
Both looked sowhat haggard, and their expressions seed a bit tense.
Roger Baker’s hands were clasped in fists, resting between their legs.
Emma Lee had her hand on Roger Baker’s waist, squeezing a reluctant smile on her face.
Roger Baker took a deep breath and slowly said, “Nico Ross, by the ti you see this ssage, we should already be gone.”
A typical opening line for a last ssage.
First, thousands of muffled thunderclaps exploded in Zheng Feng’s head, and then in an instant, it cleared up.
The noise in his mind was gone.
Emma Lee nodded, smiled, and said, “Today is January 6, 3008. We are stationed outside the Second War Zone. Today we received a top-level alert, so we ca here to stand guard.”
Roger Baker: “But we don’t know what kind of enemy we are about to face. In any case, it should be very dangerous.”
Emma Lee continued, “Your father and I have been feeling uneasy these past few days, so we decided to make this video as a preparation for you. Of course, we both hope that you won’t see it at all. But now, obviously, you already have.”
Roger Baker closed his eyes briefly, seeming to take a deep breath, then slowly said, “I’m sorry, Nico Ross, we couldn’t walk with you till the end.”
Emma Lee: “I’m sorry.”
At this point in the conversation, the two looked at each other as if imagining the person on the other side of the lens, watching them across ti and space.
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