"How is their living environnt?" Malin asked.
"They don’t need a pot for fluid food," Mars replied succinctly, hitting the nail on the head.
This made Malin feel better, and he abandoned the idea of setting fire to everything. Instead, he opened the gate wide and waved to the little ones.
So the little Rat-n rushed over with carts and jars, and the leading Rat-man bowed deeply in front of Malin, almost touching his feet: "Thank you, mighty sir."
"Are you locals or did you co from the Western Human World?" Malin inquired.
"Locals. Why do you ask that question, sir?" The little one was sowhat surprised. Malin smiled and waved his hand, so the little one didn’t ask further but imdiately joined the festive Sequence.
"Is this how fresh goods co into the black market?" Malin looked at Mars.
"There are countless black markets in this world, just as this city has several. They should belong to the outer city area, aning beyond District 12’s black markets. The Dead Eye group’s black market is responsible for Districts 4 to 11. And in District 3, the black market has a nicer na: supermarket," Mars replied without turning back. "In the era you lived in, ancestor, it must have been when Northernism surged in the Western Human World. Everyone says that was the first ti Northernism stepped to the forefront of human civilization. That era had the original Council of Eleven. People exhausted themselves in order to pass on the fla of civilization... And now? ga-corporations have their own private armies; they rule like emperors in city-states far from civilization. So sects of the Temple Knights are plotting within them to drag the entire city back to the dark Destruction Era... How dare they? Don’t they know that if they bring back the Deity, Chaos will also return?"
As the listener, Malin walked along the street with him, knowing what his descendant was lanting: "You think too highly of the past, child. In the Council of Eleven, there were the most loyal Northernists, as well as Nobles who joined for revenge, and there were naive ones who sincerely hoped for the continuity of civilization... What I did was simply save the world together with others who shared my vision. I don’t know what those people would think if they saw what it has beco now, but I do know that I am very happy. Child, do you know? Humans have once again beco the masters of this world. Didn’t you say you are reconquering this planet and the universe that encompasses it? For , that’s enough."
Malin said this and looked at the surprised child, nodding with a smile: "My ambition is not grand. I just want to save the world, so that the fire of human civilization is not extinguished by the Tide of the Dead, ti and again. Beyond that, I desire nothing more. Maybe those who ca after had many more varied demands, but they are not ."
"...Ancestor, is that really all you think?" the child asked Malin, his face full of incomprehension: "Why, do you... really love this world so much, to the point of acting so recklessly?"
"Yes, my child. I am from before the Great Destruction Era," Malin declared, as the lie detection circle appeared beneath his feet, nearly making Mars’s jaw drop.
"You... You... I really can’t believe it." The little one looked at Malin, utterly incredulous.
"Yes, I’m from ten thousand years ago. I’m different from the people of that era; they had never seen what is called beauty, what is called civilization. Each of them was struggling to survive and repeatedly committing all the mistakes that humans can make." Malin glanced at the Milky Way above: "I did my best to fulfill the wishes of anyone who wanted to survive. From the perspective of this era, I succeeded, so I have no regrets... And you, my descendants, though you suffer and are tornted, at least you continue to live courageously. Every ti I see one of my offspring, I am extrely happy and satisfied because you bravely face your era... Mars, promise , live well."
"...I will, ancestor. There’s soone who likes , and I like her too... I’ve sworn that once everything is over, I’ll go back for her and then get married." Saying this, pride appeared on Mars’s face: "I will definitely avenge our family, and I will surely find traces belonging to you."
"...Then you’ll have to work extra hard." Malin smiled. Since this child was already pursuing Truth, no amount of advice would be of use. Malin could only wish him luck.
In the midnight streets, Mars felt soone calling him. It must be ti for his Deep Dive—this child was performing a random Deep Dive, that is, a dive without the use of Origin Serum, just like the previous Deep Divers, but now, without Subspace, their actions would be safer.
And this ti, this child obviously encountered a small problem with the Deep Dive. Perhaps a child related to Malin’s side happened to find both Malin and Mars during an Origin Deep Dive.
But in any case, everything was finally over.
Although he didn’t et that child, Malin felt sowhat disappointed. However, being able to et Mars again and seeing other family mbers, Malin was already very satisfied.
It would be nice if next ti he could et Jessica, Matilda, or Faye’s child.
With such thoughts, Malin embarked on the journey back to the ho of this body.
When the moon reached its zenith, Malin returned to the starting point of his journey, the ho brightly lit, and smiled at his mother standing at the door.
"You’ve worked hard."
"You’ve been causing trouble with that child all day, helping the family mbers... that old man from the Rasmus family has already told about it." After saying this, the mother reached out and embraced Malin: "Are you leaving?"
"Yes, I’m going back, I’m a bit tired." After saying this, Malin returned the hug.
Walking alone back to his room, the mother began arranging with her husband to stand down from alert.
They too are his descendants, each striving to move forward.
Back in his bedchamber, Malin undressed and before lying back down, he spotted a locked diary. Curiosity got the best of him and he picked it up, using a fingerprint to unlock it, Malin saw the uncertain recognition of the future from a young mber of the family.
Malin flipped through page after page, and finally, on yesterday’s page, he saw the last sentence.
How great it would be if I could beco strong, then I could help mother and my brothers. I’ve heard that our Haus family and the Gaiates share one pinnacle, he has no na, but is imnsely powerful. How wonderful it would be to et him and gain strength from him... but as a Dostic Fairy, perhaps I’m too indulged in dreams.
Goodnight, Mamar, where dreams abound.
The child ended with a touch of self-mockery.
After so thought, Malin wrote a new page in the diary.
A very short line.
Congratulations, child, your dream has co true today.
After writing, Malin closed the diary, locked it again, and lay back on the bed with a smile.
The future is indeed beautiful, but this is not my ho.
My ho... two millennia ago, in the modest palace of Rongma city, surrounded by my lover, amidst the smiles of friends, and alongside the blood-stained youth of countless peers, I swore to lead them to victory, to end this suffering.
With such thoughts, Malin closed his eyes.
And when he opened his eyes again, Malin saw the familiar ceiling and heard the breathing sounds beside him, sitting up, Malin saw Faye, who had fallen asleep in the rocking chair nearby.
I’m back.
With comfort and joy, Malin got up and covered his beloved with a blanket.
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