I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 814 Returning to Familiar Places, I Really Can Do It
The stone tablet that Wen Yan saw in the Stele Forest, the stone tablet of the natural enemy, had this symbol. It looked like someone had drawn it with their finger. If you looked closely, you could still vaguely see a little bit of the remaining finger mark.

He remembered clearly that he hadn't seen this door the last time he came to the bottom floor of the old icehouse.

I didn't see it just now either.

He wouldn't forget something like that.

Therefore, it's unlikely that there was a door beforehand that he couldn't see or wasn't qualified to see.

This door just appeared.

If it were something else, Wen Yan certainly wouldn't dare to touch it casually, but at least she would have to check it first.

He stepped forward and carefully examined the door, also noting the symbols on it.

The door was just an ordinary wooden door, finely crafted, slightly worn, and covered with the marks of time.

After careful examination, he confirmed that the symbol above was indeed the same one, and it differed slightly from the symbol in his memory, indicating that it was not a hallucination that had triggered his memory and projected a false symbol.

He stood in front of the door, pondered for a moment, and left without pushing it open.

He quickly left his workplace, returned home, retrieved the materialized black stone that resembled a zombie's natural enemy, took it with him, and after collecting a few other items, returned to the bottom of the old icehouse.

Before going down, he specifically told the others that it might take him quite a while to get down there, and they shouldn't worry.

The door was still there. Wen Yan slowly reached out and touched it. The peculiar texture gave him a natural feeling, making him almost instinctively certain that this was the symbol on the natural enemy stone tablet.

The notification also appeared at this time.

"You have found your path to your nemesis and are on this path. There are no more options to choose from."

Seeing the notification, Wen Yan was certain there shouldn't be any problems. He slowly exerted force in his palm, and the power in his body began to rise continuously. Terrifying energy burst forth from his golden core, and with the addition of a raging sun and the power of his physical body, the seemingly ordinary wooden door slowly opened.

Push open the door, and behind it lies the forest of steles I visited before.

Only this time, can I truly stand here.

Enter this place in a state of complete consciousness, rather than making a choice based solely on one's most fundamental inner desires.

He stood there, looking at the forest of steles. Some of the steles were broken, and some had weathered so much that the inscriptions were completely illegible.

This time, he recognized it at a glance.

This is not a stele forest.

This is a cemetery, and those stone tablets are just that—tombstones.

I arrived here in a daze and couldn't recognize it because there were only tombstones, but no graves.

The style of the inscription on the tombstone is not that of an ordinary tombstone.

This place may have once been a cemetery for some people, but now it is a "professional" cemetery.

Those who make outstanding contributions to their profession, or reach the pinnacle of their profession, will have their profession buried here after their death, and their name will be engraved on their tombstone.

Wen Yan glanced at her bag. Luckily, she had gone back earlier to pick up some things.

He took out incense sticks from his bag, used his yang energy to create a flame, lit them, bowed with the incense, and then placed the incense sticks in front of the stone tablet.

He proceeded slowly, offering incense before each stone tablet in turn.

A day passed before Wen Yan finished paying respects to every stone tablet, including those with illegible inscriptions and weathered damage.

He didn't rush to the back, but instead went to the "Medicine" character stele and took out the black stone he had prepared.

He pointed the black stone at the gap in the medical stele, and sure enough, it had fallen from there. However, the original break had been weathered and worn away, and it was no longer a perfect fit.

Wen Yan reached out and gently ran his hand over the broken edge. His power overflowed, filling the gap, burning it, and then connecting it back together.

A moment later, he released his grip, and the black stone returned to its original position. His power flowed through the crevice, connecting the two.

He had promised Dr. Wei that if he had the chance to come back in the future, he would try to see if he could repair the missing piece.

It seems that we can still make a comeback, but it will never be the same as it was originally.

Wen Yan has done her best to achieve this.

He bowed again and walked deeper into the path, and sure enough, he came to the stone tablet of his natural enemy once more.

This time, a cave appeared behind the stone tablet of the natural enemy.

He bypassed the stone tablet of the natural enemy and looked at the back of the stone tablet of the natural enemy.

There should have been a name at the very top of the stone tablet, but for some reason, it has become blurred.

Wen Yan's name has already been engraved on it.

Wen Yan looked at the cave behind the monument, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

Once inside, everything in the cave was just like what I had seen in the illusion, except that I couldn't see the old man sitting there with his eyes closed.

He still remembers that, in his daze, he felt that everyone else in the profession died tragically, but this person's death was somewhat pleasing, looking like a natural death.

But later, because of the players, who came to the branch countless times, they finally chose the nemesis.

Wen Yan wasn't really sure which was the first and which was the second.

At this point, none of that matters anymore.

He didn't see the remains, but he still lit incense and paid his respects at the place where the old man had passed away.

Wisps of smoke rose, and the faint smoke slowly filled the entire cave, making it appear as if it were shrouded in a layer of mist.

In a daze, Wen Yan seemed to see the old man sitting there from back then, only this time, he had a smile on his lips, and some information naturally appeared in Wen Yan's mind.

"Those who come after, if you can hear my last words, it proves that you have not chosen the path of becoming the enemy of all things."

That year, I entered the abode of the dead and stayed there for seven days without sleep, finally gaining some insight.

At the cost of sacrificing my soul, I carved out a piece from my final resting place, which became the cemetery for my people.

Only in this way can what we have painstakingly accumulated be passed down, from generation to generation, so that the flame of knowledge can never be extinguished.

I have traversed mountains and rivers, and traveled to all corners of the land, recording useful information.

After traveling thousands of miles, I finally understood.

There are two paths for natural enemies.

One is the natural enemy of all things, killing all living beings, accumulating marks, and merging into one.

From this point on, everything can be destroyed.

Simply kill anything you encounter.

But as I traveled the world and wandered the eight wastelands, I finally understood that destruction cannot solve all problems.

Destruction can solve 99% of problems, but it will also leave the remaining, most critical problem as a chronic, intractable disease that can never be solved.

The ultimate outcome will inevitably be the destruction of everything, including one's own kind and oneself.

I've tried different approaches, and I've made many attempts.

Unfortunately, I eventually discovered that human strength has its limits, and one person can never solve all problems.

The most efficient and suitable way for me to solve problems is, most of the time, killing.

What I want is something that will never be achieved in my time.

My initial idea was another way for natural enemies.

On the path to becoming the natural enemy of all things, instead of merging all imprints, it remains scattered, transforming into endless combinations.

Natural enemies are simply members of the group; their duty is to find solutions or directions when problems arise.

One person's wisdom is ultimately limited.

I have dreamed that one day, there will be no more so many enemies.

One day, we will no longer need to stain our own people's blood to solve problems.

Perhaps one day, we can find the path to the moon and take a look.

I have too many regrets and too many unfulfilled visions.

If you can hear this far, then I guess you must have already walked a path that I never walked.

You must be a person of great wisdom, whose knowledge surpasses even the most powerful shaman. I thank you in advance for your kindness; there's no need to pass on my name.

My name, from the moment this could be passed down, had already vanished as a price.

What I want to pass on is just these things, not my name.

May all those who come after be well.

As soon as Wen Yan heard the last word, he saw the old man sitting on the stone platform, who had passed away with a smile on his face, turn into a phantom and disappear completely.

Wen Yan stood still for a long time.

After a long while, he bowed respectfully.

"Senior, you flatter me too much."

To be honest, the reason I've gotten to where I am today is because I'm not that wise or smart.

Also, I'm lazy, so I need a lot of help from many people.

I don't actually have such lofty ideals; I've just gotten to where I am today step by step.

Wen Yan lit three more incense sticks, and only after watching them burn out did he turn and leave.

Before leaving, Wen Yan took one last look. This might be the last time he came here, and he might not have the chance to come again.

He returned to the lonely wooden door standing in front of the cemetery, opened it, and went back to the bottom of the old icehouse.

After returning, I received a message from the black box.

"Sir, the curator has called you forty-eight times in the past twenty-four hours. We suggest you return the call."

"Okay, I see."

Wen Yan thought something had happened, so she quickly called the curator back after she came out.

The call connected, and the curator spoke.

"Wen Yan? You're out?"
Go home as soon as you're out. You've worked so hard all day, haven't you eaten yet?
Go back and rest for a few months, honestly, you never sleep a wink for a whole day and night.

This can't go on forever.

"Let's hurry up, it's getting dark, and we'll be off work soon."

"???"

Wen Yan was full of questions. "You called me more than forty times just for this?"

"Director, forty-eight phone calls!"

"Ha, I was just trying to tell you that we received a new message from Xiao Pei. This is normal, and Master Qingxu has also seen it."

Actually, there was nothing wrong. It was just that they happened to be at the corresponding place that day, which attracted some strange phenomena.

There's nothing much to do here, so I just wanted to let you know. Stop working and get some rest.

"..."

The curator was speechless; how afraid he was of him coming to the office must be.

Well, the curator is getting old and has spent his whole life here. Let him work in peace until he retires.

Wen Yan left the workplace without being pressured.

Meanwhile, in his office, the curator asked the person next to him a question.

"Have they left?"

"They've left; they took a ride-hailing car."

"That's good, that's good." The curator breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in his chair, and took a sip of tea to calm his nerves.

"Director, it can't be that bad..."

Do you know what's most important in our company?

"what?"

"If nothing goes wrong, everything will be stable, so stable that it's boring, and everything will proceed as planned. That would be the best-case scenario."

In our company, the more ordinary and stable the work is, the more bonuses you receive.

Do you think that something bad happened, and once the problem was solved, there would be commendations and bonuses?
wrong.

In reality, if we have a stable year, next year's funding, salaries, bonuses, and everything else will be raised to a higher level.

You still say it's not that bad?

In just over a day, the purification system配套 with the crematorium malfunctioned.

It was inspected and maintained just last month.

The crematorium in the next city malfunctioned, and three clients who wanted their bodies exhumed were sent to our place overnight.

Two of them nearly rose from the dead halfway there, when they were almost at Decheng.

Later, when we arrived at the entrance of our workplace, I don't know why, it suddenly calmed down.

Another customer, after burning it, discovered that only the outer layer had been burned off, even though he had clearly observed that it had already turned to ash.

Old Zhang was so frightened that he quickly took it to the deluxe furnace to burn.

And then there's Xiao Pei picking up clients. Xiao Pei is such an honest person, and he works so hard, yet he still encounters difficult family members who cause trouble.

If you hadn't stopped me, I would have insisted on asking the customer to sit up and give me my opinion.

Think back, in the previous three months, how many more unpleasant things happened than in just one day?

"..."

No one spoke up then.

On the other side, Wen Yan didn't pay attention to the curator's words. He was now having an uncontrollable urge to take care of something.

He called the headquarters, explained the situation, and then the news spread.

The following evening, Wen Yan returned to Guanghan No. 1 Base and found Guihai No. 1, who was drinking tea.

"Did you receive the message? It wasn't difficult, was it?"

"There's no difficulty at all, and the materials have already been delivered; they're readily available."

"Then let's get started."

"I've already finished one, take a look and see if it's okay."

Guihai, along with Wenyan, took the elevator to the lunar surface.

This place was originally used to install some receivers, after all, Base One is underground.

There is a place here, a hemispherical transparent platform. It's not big, only a few square meters, but the advantage is that you can look around the moon from here and see the starry sky. You can even see planets from one of the corners.

In the middle was a square platform, just as Wen Yan had expected.

"What's this for?" Gui Haiyi asked curiously. He had simply followed the instructions to install it.

"Just consider this my abuse of power for personal gain; it's purely a personal matter."

Gui Haiyi laughed when he heard this. The Ministry of Aerospace was eager for Wen Yan to take advantage of his position.

After all, Wen Yan hasn't even asked for a room in Base One yet.

Wen Yan took out a piece of red cloth wrapped in his bosom, opened it, took out a memorial tablet, and placed it on the table.

The memorial tablet was made by Wen Yan himself, and it was inscribed with the words "First Generation Nemesis".

He arranged the memorial tablets so that the view was absolutely perfect; one could see the surface of the moon, the starry sky, the planets, and, at the right time, even the sun.

Wen Yan bowed to the memorial tablet and grinned.

"Senior, I can't do other things, but I can do this. The view from here is absolutely amazing."

(End of this chapter)