Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 224 Extra 2: The call from the bottom of Socrates

I have never seen the pure light in the world, nor have I seen the whole picture of this weird world. I was just born in this dim and scary world called the end of the world. Fortunately, there are mysterious waterways and safe human beings. A survivable environment can bring me some faint sense of curiosity, encouraging me to explore to the bottom.

It is said that there will be a cycle of reincarnation every ten years. At the bottom of the Holy City on a full moon night, forty waterways leading to mystery and truth will appear. As long as I can enter one of them, I can explore a little bit of the secrets of this weird world in the mystery.

The holy city I'm talking about built in the last days is called Sokra, and it seems to be the last refuge of mankind here.

I remember that the old man who had left this bastard world long ago said that the city of Socra was subordinate to the Zine Empire in ancient times. In this weird apocalypse where steam and magic are flying together, one can still imagine the original appearance of this place in ancient times.

But part of the city's history and part of the empire's existence seemed to be nothing more than broken words recorded in old, wrinkled black books. I have simply been taught the common language of mankind, and can somewhat understand its obscure language. But this apocalypse and this world are separated by the fifty-meter-high wall of the Holy City, leaving us with an interior that seems to be a paradise, and an exterior that is dilapidated and we have never really had a glimpse of its full extent.

Once upon a time, I was fortunate enough to follow the Youth Patrol Team out of this city, which covers an area equivalent to a small country, and get a glimpse of the outside world. What impressed me deeply was that within a range of nearly a hundred kilometers outside the Holy City, there was only an extremely cold realm full of darkness, stains, and things that could not see the light. Because I couldn't breathe under the pressure of these shady things, I had no choice but to follow the team back.

I'm just a kid, and they won't allow me to go further. Although I don't want to be exposed to danger.

Different from the oppression in the outside world, in the Holy City, we seem to be living as human beings.

The Holy City is maintained by the magic source power born in the depths of the universe. Those who believe in the Lord guide people to control the actions to explore the true meaning of the magic source power. Knowledge and power have always been the exclusive domain of the magicians and upper-level generals in the Holy City. Fortunately, people still need more power to engage in unknown battles.

Those magicians and generals have said more than once that the reason why the outskirts of the Holy City were reduced to this scene was only because of an attack by an ancient strange force buried deep in the continent. In that terrible period when light and darkness coexisted, any creature that was contaminated with some strange power would have its skin, muscles and bones corroded, and eventually its soul, turning into a monster that could only hide in shadows.

When light fails against darkness, people can only retreat to the last haven of light - the holy city of Sokra.

But these were all things that happened before I was born. The old man, the old magician (the official title of a magician), and the old professor who retired from the front line all told all this as a story to me and another young man of the same age as me.

He never left the holy city of Socra. I was luckier than him in this regard.

However, the legend of reincarnation has been lingering in our minds like a haze.

Tonight is a rare full moon night in the Holy City. Sitting on a mountaintop surrounded by the city, I heard the sound of running water that invaded my soul.

That is the sound of the mysterious waterway appearing, which will lead to the underground of this city.

I was very excited. He, the boy, and I could finally peek into the secrets of the Holy City.

(End of this chapter)