Wang Jixuan carefully pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it, seeing the neat pencil-written characters on it.
"Food is running out again, or rather, it has never been enough. Luckily, the occasional supply box deliberately dropped by passing convoys has kept us alive till now. I am still repenting for my past sins, but Misha is innocent. I hope there’s a chance for redemption, to get her back to the Fortress. God? I’ve lost all hope in it. If there really is a God, the Blade Beasts might resemble one more.]
Is it so form of casual notes?
Wang Jixuan opened the second, then the third piece of paper...
[I don’t know how to describe the beauty of tonight’s scene: the desert, the starry sky, the campfire. We were singing by the fire, sharing two grilled fish. This oasis is our paradise. However, this paradise won’t last long, as a stronger village is attempting to migrate here—they’ve contaminated their own water source with garbage. But no worries, I, a fake water quality engineer, should be able to find a more suitable settlent.]
[The Blade Beasts seem uninterested in us. I heard that the Blade Beasts have launched another offensive at the border, which has us panicking. After all, if the border defenses are breached, those of us without the protection of fortresses will be the first to be slaughtered. But I heard from an old man, more than fifty years old, who has lived out here for over thirty years, that once a group of Blade Beasts rushed past the edge of his sight yet didn’t co over to slash him. It seems that the Blade Beasts aren’t interested in isolated humans. This is a great piece of knowledge, and I hope I have the chance to organize it into an encyclopedia, a small encyclopedia, for Misha and her future children.]
[All gone, fuel and wood are all used up. We’ve dismantled a wooden house; this winter is too tough. Solar panels have beco our only source of energy, thankfully, we’d collected enough waterweed earlier, and the fortress convoy left us so supplies. Praises to the fortress, although it doesn’t need praise. Sadly, I no longer have the wood to cremate myself after death. This joke seems to lack any technical substance.]
The handwriting on one of the rolls of paper was sowhat sloppy.
[It seems impractical to write the small encyclopedia now. I have fallen ill, along with Misha, likely so infectious virus, perhaps severe influenza. Clearly, we are no longer able to keep up with the migration. I hope that after this sandstorm, our dwelling won’t be buried, and that Misha and I can pull through. Misha is not actually my biological daughter; she was an orphan I encountered when I was exiled to this wilderness, and she is all of my emotional support. I really hope she can live inside the fortress, where there are no epidemic diseases, where there is clean water, joyful infant care centers, and where Middle City is not so bad after all. I am an atheist, I don’t really pray, but if praying works, I would be willing to pray...God, please save Misha...I plead with you...I would exchange my soul for hers...]
Wang Jixuan put the notes back into the tin box and walked to a partially collapsed bedroom where he saw two skeletons cuddling close together.
It was evident, based on the much smaller skeleton, it died beside the larger one.
A little girl lying beside her father’s corpse.
Wang Jixuan brought over a tray, turned on the clean water, and tore open the sandwich package, placing it at the foot of the bed, resting his left hand beside the leg of the skeleton, bowing his head in silent recitation of the Sutra of Delivering People.
After a while, Wang Jixuan lit a bit of True Fire, watching as the two skeletons were enveloped by the flas, and silently turned to leave.
Throughout, his expression did not change at all.
Zhou Zhengde and the Black Shell were already waiting outside.
...
"Why have you co back? It’s dangerous here."
Wang Jixuan asked Zhou Zhengde.
Zhou Zhengde shrugged slightly, "They sent to apologize on behalf of the military district, the sneak attack by Spiritual Ability City was due to a failure in their intelligence system. Besides, I, the only genetic inheritor of this Commander, have co here to demonstrate their determination for the upcoming defense.
Wang Jixuan sowhat helplessly criticized, said indifferently, "The enemy rely committed evil deeds; there’s no need to bla ourselves too much... Shell Instructor."
"Hmm," the Black Shell said quietly, "Although it’s sowhat improper to say this, rest assured, we have already been carrying out retaliatory actions. These are videos of attacks on three secret bases of the Spiritual Ability City, we’ve destroyed these dens of Spiritual Ability Users... "
"No need to show these."
Wang Jixuan raised his hand in refusal, smiling as he looked at the old instructor, speaking slowly:
"Limited by ti and mutual trust, our previous cooperation was actually quite restricted."
"This attack by Huo Rong has changed so of my earlier views."
"Shell Instructor, I want to start a simple class, and I plan to divide the students into three groups.
"One is the Spiritual Ability Group, led by Zheng Shiduo, with Ji Xiao, Ji Yale, and three to five others you choose, who must be completely trustworthy."
"One is the Half-human cha Team, with Lingtong, Deep Sea, and others who need to be vetted by Lingtong, with a number equivalent to the Spiritual Ability Group."
"One is a loyal cha group, I want seven new loyal chas to ensure my safety."
The Black Shell was stunned: "What do you an by ’class’?"
"I want to build a force capable of confronting S-level Spiritual Ability Users as soon as possible."
Wang Jixuan smiled gently:
"I’ll report the specifics in the class. It is alright to start the class today; I’m already prepared. Besides these students, Lao Fu and the Shell Instructor, as well as other Second Generation Half-human chas, can also attend the class."
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