The seven clay tablets unearthed from the Earth Cave record in detail the dialogue between the god nad "Sin" and the local people, as well as the appearance and powers of this god in the eyes of the local natives.
Of course, a god nad "Sin" indeed appears in human history, a deity from the Semitic tribe’s Moon God, and he has a connection of inheritance with the Surian god Nanna — but that’s obviously not the one ntioned on the clay tablet. As for whether the "Sin" ntioned on the seven pages of clay tablets had any influence on the other divine systems of the Semitic and Surian people over the next several hundred years, we do not know. However, based on the current data in hand, the god described on the clay tablet seems more like an alien with advanced technology —
The tablet records as follows: The powerful god "Sin" first appeared before the Surface People riding a luminous and fire-breathing heavenly chariot, the flas on the chariot differing from mortal flas, as they possessed the color of the sky and remained still — from this, we deduce that the so-called "flas" were likely the blue glow emitted by the Ghost Energy Engine, which does not rely on ejected material to create thrust but instead, when operating, produces a misty and solidified light effect, likely what the tablet refers to as "stationary flas." The clay tablet recounts that a person of esteem, regarded as a Wise one, received the envoy from the sky, and there were several witnesses to their conversation, who, along with the "Wise," relayed the warnings from the deity to a copyist, leaving behind these seven "pages." "Sin" claid to be in a wandering state, a continuously traveling god. He imparted much incomprehensible knowledge to the local people, such as the shape of the Earth and the edge of the sky, but the locals could not fully grasp these concepts. "Sin" attempted to mobilize the local natives to construct so large buildings, arranging them according to a certain astrological rule. According to the text on the clay tablet, the participants of this "instruction" eventually interpreted "Sin’s" teachings as divine secrets, unable to relate them to their practical lives or understand how to verify them, resulting in the content being recorded as mythological stories in the "book." "Sin" remained on earth for about ten days to complete so sort of "survey" and "instruction," during which he perford several miracles, helping the locals drive away huge fierce beasts and extinguish heavenly fires (presumably a lightning strike in the city burning wooden houses or sothing else). "Sin’s" final miracle was to summon out of thin air the heavenly chariot he arrived in, which flew into the sky under the watchful eyes of the crowd, disappearing in mid-air within tens of ters of ascent.
The clay tablet describes the weapon used by "Sin": one that resembles a staff with a tallic sheen, emitting light and unleashing straight thunder from its front end. This weapon annihilated a group of giant wild oxen that invaded the city, with those hit by the thunder instantly burning to ashes. The oxen not directly struck were also half burned, with the remaining half appearing gemstone-like. There’s a detail: a group of greedy people saw the "gemstone" crystallization on the wild oxen burned by the Divine Heavenly Fire and harbored wicked thoughts, secretly taking a few crystals from the oxen’s remains. However, this action was imdiately noticed by the god, who commanded those greedy individuals to promptly discard the gemstones and wash themselves thoroughly, also discarding the clothes used to wrap or hide the gemstones. Most of these greedy people repented and complied, surviving with only a mild fever afterward. However, one man, extrely recalcitrant, secretly retrieved the gemstones after discarding them, hiding them from the god. Three days later, the man concealing the gemstones died in excruciating pain, his death grueso, with his hands festering and skin cracking open, mirroring the crystallized edge similar to the wild oxen burned by the Divine Heavenly Fire. These characteristics are described by the locals in a deified tone, which may seem puzzling to outsiders, but we are all too familiar:
This is the symptom of Ghost Energy Radiation, the crystallization syndro caused by unsafe handling of Ghost Energy Crystals. "Sin" commanded the thieves of the crystals to bathe and discard their clothes to keep them away from radiative dust.
Another weapon used by "Sin" was so sort of object hovering in the air, also capable of releasing Divine Heavenly Fire. The recorders of the clay tablets docunted it with awe and fear: they are as large as oxen, with surface relief, and blue fire flows across their surface like water. These flying specters are guards summoned by the god from hell, obediently following behind the god. When the fierce beasts of the forest erged, the god didn’t move a finger, yet the flying specters automatically unleashed thunder to vanquish the enemies. They moved swiftly, capable of downing evil eagles from the sky, flying around as though painting with blood.
I am quite familiar with this; Pandora has several thousand of them, and she specially picked one of small size for indoors, holding it every night when she sleeps — these things that Pandora treats as pets and cushions have a scientific na, known as Floating Cannons.
Based on these descriptions, we can confirm "Sin’s" identity: he was an Xyrin Soldier.
"Currently on record, there have only been three waves of Xyrin Apostles that have ever reached Earth," Sandora mused after Ji Shanshan finished translating, "a lost soldier from my Revenge Army, an Imperial Expedition Team conducting a scientific survey on Earth, and Visca’s Destruction Army."
I nodded: "Considering the tiline, both the Expedition Team and the Destruction Army events occurred hundreds of thousands of years ago, so the god ’Sin’ recounted on the tablets must be your soldier, Sandora."
Qianqian rolled her eyes in thought for a mont, then suddenly cheerfully scooted over: "Ah—Ah Jun, I have a not-so..."
"Hold it!" I reflexively shuddered backward but instantly saw Qianqian’s nearly tearful expression, so I promptly patted her cheek, "Uh, just go ahead and say it, maybe I’ll understand..."
Qianqian took a second to forget her previous grievance and said excitedly, "’Sin,’ this sound, could it possibly be ’Xyrin’?"
It’s often said that genius and sothing else are just one step apart; Qianqian usually is unreliable, whimsical, and frequently muddled, yet her reasoning can always illuminate key points — I imdiately felt her argunt made a lot of sense — if it was indeed a soldier who had strayed to Earth back in Sandora’s ti, how would he introduce himself to the local natives?
"He must have ntioned he was a ’Xyrin Apostle,’" Qianqian said, tracing the edges of the clay tablet, "but the locals wouldn’t have recognized any of those words. The Xyrin Apostles could communicate with alien races using translators and thought synchronization devices, but there are things that can’t be perfectly explained. The Surians back then might have assud ’Xyrin Apostle’ was a na, but they lacked corresponding phonetic scripts or interpretable phrases to docunt that na, thus choosing a phonetically possible sound they could produce, ’Sin,’ as a substitute."
"Indeed, that’s the case," Ji Shanshan affird Qianqian’s rather underdeveloped hypothesis, "Cuneiform script didn’t have such a large vocabulary. Cuneiform is suited for depicting anings through phrases, not phonetics. It could convey the idea of rain with ’sky’ and ’water,’ but ’Xyrin Apostle’s ’Xyrin’ is ’sound without aning,’ impossible to piece together like that. According to the custom of my era, in such cases, you’d pick a similar-sounding word to represent it. This translation of ’Sin’ is derived from the phonetic interpretation of the word from the clay tablet. Its pronunciation several thousand years ago sounded like this: *&&...%, um, did any of you understand?"
Our entire family stared blankly at Ji Shanshan, until Big Sister finally spoke: "Uh, haha, indeed it does sound quite similar to ’Xyrin’..."
"Surprisingly, after such a long ti, in a different place, we’ve found news of that soldier again," Sandora suddenly murmured with a sigh, "I rember we first found traces in the Taklamakan Desert burial relics here, who would have thought he had traveled all around Earth?"
According to the records on the clay tablet, that seems to be the case: the lost soldier didn’t remain in one place after arriving on Earth but journeyed around the world, doing the sa things everywhere. The clay tablet recounts that "Sin" explicitly ntioned he was traveling the world, visiting all mortal settlents, incorporating knowledge beyond the local natives’ understanding into their cultural system. He guided the local natives to build so large constructions with no apparent use, but laden with mystical significance, or simply left behind writings like the clay tablets. Yet, due to the passage of ti, most traces he left behind have vanished, now only the tomb under the sands of the Taklamakan and these clay tablets from the sopotamian Plain are available for study. The latter is even more valuable than the tomb of old: for it is the first detailed record of that soldier’s actions and words, allowing us to discern what he did on Earth and attempt to speculate on his activities before his death.
That powerful Imperial Soldier has passed away, several thousand years ago, on a primitive planet, in a place where nothing was capable of threatening him, he died inexplicably—this has always been a burden on Sandora’s heart, as Sandora cares for her soldiers, and likewise weighing heavily on mine, as I suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder...
"From these clay tablets, we can only confirm that the soldier had contact with the Surians and attempted to elevate the cognitive level of the local natives. He might have tried to leave more records of his activities through this thod," my sister said softly, still flipping through the ancient items with interest, even though she couldn’t understand the writing on the tablets. "However, the humans of thousands of years ago were not suitable for this in terms of cognitive level and worldview shaping, so he ultimately couldn’t leave much behind, only these written records, which have been buried for thousands of years."
Even so, I think there’s a chance that the soldier still successfully left many records. Throughout human history, ancient civilizations often display inexplicable knowledge of celestial phenona and astronomical records. The Mayans even calculated the trajectories of many planets in the Solar System during their primitive tis. These pieces of knowledge, beyond the understanding of ancient humans, have always been a mystery: It’s possible that one or two of these traces were left behind by that soldier back then, just like he attempted to have the Surians rember the thickness of the atmosphere and the Earth’s crust.
However, as ti passed, even if he succeeded in leaving so information, those traces have now beco one of the mythical stories of Earthlings, and we have no way to distinguish them.
"Yes, that’s a problem," Sandora suddenly mused. "According to the records on the clay tablets, his purpose seed to be to leave traces of his activities. He tried to teach the locals a kind of ’God’s’ writing, which, if I’m not mistaken, refers to the Xyrin Language. He also tried to get the locals to understand celestial and geological sciences. These efforts were probably made to prepare for constructing astronomical knowledge within the local culture, aiming to leave behind a ’cultural marker’ that could be spread long-term on this planet. This ans there is only one reason..."
Bingdisi was the first to reach the conclusion: "He knew he was certain to die, and this was preparation for death!"
I looked at Bingdisi and then Sandora, spending half a minute understanding how they reached this series of conclusions, and then I realized: "Oh... then we need to revise our initial assumption."
"Yes," Sandora nodded thoughtfully. "Initially, we thought so external force on Earth killed that soldier. Although this seed impossible, it was the only guess we had. Now it appears that the soldier began preparing for his own death upon arriving on Earth. In other words, it wasn’t sothing on Earth that killed him, but so internal force he knew about and couldn’t resist. Are we saying... he sustained a fatal injury during his world travels? An injury he couldn’t self-repair?"
This is also a possibility, but soon, the ticulous Big Sister realized there was a flaw: "No, the tiline seems a bit off... when are these clay tablets from approximately?"
"According to the sacrificial activities and customs ntioned on several other clay tablets, it’s from several hundred years before my reign," Ji Shanshan said, sitting among a heap of clay lumps with the deanor of a scholarly old academic, "which is over five thousand years ago now."
"Due to the desynchronization of tilines, the soldier’s misadventure occurred to over twelve hundred years ago," Sandora recalculated simply, "while, based on the intel we just got, his arrival on Earth dates back at least five thousand years ago in ancient tis."
If there was no "tuning" by a high-level civilization, the ti axis between two native worlds would beco dislocated, a phenonon with which I am already familiar. In the world where Sandora was trapped, her soldier went missing more than twelve hundred years ago (from her perspective), but that soldier had left marks during the era of ancient Uruk on Earth, indicating his arrival on Earth more than five thousand years ago (from the New Empire’s tiline). This is what’s known as the ti axis dislocation phenonon.
Yet these two ti points aren’t what really matter. The key is another ti point—
"The tomb relic we found in the Taklamakan Desert was built over a thousand years ago." Sandora recalled the events of those years and identified the biggest issue: "That soldier arrived on Earth five thousand years ago and only died over three thousand years later: he definitely didn’t die from injuries! During those three thousand five hundred years, he had plenty of ti to repair himself and even restore his transmission device to return to ."
Indeed, the biggest discrepancy finally beca clear: the soldier, who had beco lost years ago, was active on Earth for more than three thousand five hundred years after his arrival. He had such a long ti to repair himself or send a distress signal to his commanding officer or even leave larger artifacts, yet in the end, he achieved almost nothing during those three thousand years and died quietly after leaving behind a heap of half-understood legends and a bunch of confused natives: even his tomb was buried under the yellow sand.
"What could possibly have severely restricted his actions? Not chanical damage or hidden injuries from traversing worlds, but sothing deeper that suppressed the core abilities of a Xyrin Apostle," Sandora said, tapping the table anxiously. "I understand Xyrin Apostles and understand my soldiers. According to various indications recorded on the clay tablets, that soldier did indeed attempt to leave cultural heritage about himself among the natives of this world. There is a ninety percent chance he wanted to prove he had co to this world, like leaving a landmark or lighthouse as a posthumous preparation—possibly hoping that one day his army will pass by this world to see the marks he left. Since he had this clear objective, he should have adopted a series of effective asures... Let think, his Super Space-Ti Support Ability must have been locked, as well as parts of his logic and cognitive abilities, cross-world communication capabilities were also locked, he didn’t create gigantic rifts or similar ’marks’ with high-powered weapons on Earth, indicating that even his personal space weaponry was locked. What force could fully suppress a Xyrin Apostle to such an extent?"
I have no idea what force could suppress a Xyrin Apostle to the point of rendering them nearly immobile, leaving them only as a super-powered muscle-bound henchman, but it reminded suddenly of another matter related to ’suppression,’ so I looked at Sandora: "Sandora, do you rember when we first t, you and your army were trapped on a planet contaminated by the Abyss..." (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to cast your recomnded tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.)
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