Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 43 Broken Diary (1)

#A Remnant in the Mist of Mysterious History

I headed forward, ready to take another star journey before hibernating.

The last rock worm that accompanied me was frozen to death, and the whole family accompanied me for 120 cycles, two springs and two cold winters.I dug a hole in the ice and buried it, so that it would be as immortal as the ancient creatures in the iceberg.The light of the stars is getting dimmer, the end of spring is coming, and the long winter is coming.The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the dark clouds in the sky gathered together, blocking the last light of the sunny day.The snow had darkened again, and the blizzard obscured the distant mountaintops, but the cold wind would not stop howling. ——In this wasteland that has been frozen for thousands of years, it seems that time has also been frozen.The god of order is stingy to watch the barren land, which is an excellent place for desperadoes to escape.

God said that the land under her shelter is the last place of peace, which is true, because the remaining [-]% of the land and oceans have all been turned into ice and snow.She said that civilization and life can only continue in her arms, but I don't think it is meaningful to continue in this world of meaningless fighting and plundering.If she followed her rules, I would have been disposed of when last winter came, and made into a nutrient and seedbed for the birth of new life.Every race is like this, and every life must obey her arrangements.

Life born in spring is dealt with in the following spring, and so is life born in winter.Death will allow new life to be born, and it will also allow the living life to obtain sufficient resources.If the number is still too much, then let God decide.Life has no meaning, and living has no meaning.

Although I ran away because I rebelled against her rules, the meaning of my life now seems to be more of a precarious escape.

The distant mountain peaks are covered with heavy snow, and only by digging through the snow layer several meters thick can we see the frozen soil and bare fruit trees that cannot take root at all.My torso couldn't handle the wind and snow, and there weren't enough resources in the wilderness to keep my various body parts functioning properly.So I broke off the arms, reduced the root system, and discarded the eyes, leaving only what is necessary to sustain life.My foothold is a whole piece of frozen ocean, which seals lifelike aquatic animals and plants, which can be used as a source of food, but it needs to be dug down at least ten meters. It is estimated that I will almost die in situ.I need to find the huge paleontological remains in the glacier before winter comes, and use them to help me survive the cold night and sleep, just like last time.

The word "ocean" didn't exist in my knowledge base, but when I came here, it automatically appeared in my mind.

It was read by me, it should be related to my ability.And after "ocean", there are more words gradually appearing along with my travels, such as "ocean current", "monsoon", "grazing", "symbiosis"...they are not my speculations, but have existed in reality language.As a result, I became more and more curious about this snow field, which may have buried an incredible history.

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Originally, it was planned to put it in the main text in sections, but considering the coherence and convenience for everyone to read, it is still taken out as a serialized episode separately.

* Supplement to the personal background of the fallen king.

(End of this chapter)