Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 518: Official Awakening (Part ) (Wright Returns)
"Age 1999: The bell of reincarnation has rung, and the fate of the future has already been determined. What the real master said, what the Creator said, is just following the original 'principle' of this world.

This is a crazy dream of cruelty, evil, insidiousness, malice, death, tragedy and fear. Grass will wither, flowers will fade, iron will rust and people will eventually die. When things that cannot be peeped become commonplace, when things praised by light become worthless, this world has reached the end of the so-called reincarnation. "——"Dark Book"

"If I remember correctly... if I remember correctly, this is... the penultimate chapter... of this shocking book of ordinary things. In the words of the Khitanris, it is the grand finale of all the words of divinity." A voice that was a mixture of deep and childish, with a strong hoarse feeling, said in a weak voice that was not very continuous.

"That's right, but I heard that this book is very famous in your world and is an excellent bestseller. If it were in our world, I'm afraid no one would be interested. In our world, people only care about money and interests." Another slightly normal voice with a youthful, immature, and childish tone responded:

"High-rise buildings and airplanes that are not created by magic have accelerated the pace of urban development. People no longer care about anything slow and incomprehensible in rock music and short videos. Spacecraft can go out of space and land on nearby planets. Physicists are studying the 'rules of God' that are more mysterious than magic.

"People want to reap the rewards of their efforts at this moment in the next moment. Any delayed information is a manifestation of sin. Naturally, in such a fast pace, many people will quickly lose themselves and no longer have the ability to read such profound and abstruse literary works that require careful analysis."

"So... your world... is really miserable." The hoarse and weak voice continued.

"But the scientists in my world... any small topic they study is a grand masterpiece that Ivan XXII's team cannot realize even if they spend their entire lives trying. Of course, I believe that if Ivan XXII had not been blinded by the fate of an empire's doomed collapse, and had thought about the problem from a higher perspective of the Cruz nation or mankind, perhaps the disaster would not have come, and such rapid development and technological prosperity would have come to this planet. Am I right? 'Lord of the Eternal Red'." The young man asked back.

silence.

What followed was a silence like the long night of this dark, tragic and helpless wasteland, until the slow and thrilling sound of treading water echoed in the empty, dark and humid environment. The creature called "Lord of Eternal Red" slowly sighed, and using its body, which was already riddled with holes but still barely alive, it released a trace of divine fire magic power and ignited the dilapidated hanging lamps carved with double-headed eagles on the walls of the not-so-spacious underground palace hall.

Suddenly, a candle-like flame rose, swaying and emitting a mixture of azure and dim colors.

And against the backdrop of the firelight was a sleepy face.

He has black hair, black eyes, an oval face, and is very thin.

The young man's eyes were bloodshot, like a worker who had stayed up late for many years, without a single bit of extra human vitality.

Even though thirty years had passed, his upper body was still wearing the silver-white guard uniform that he had worn when he fought against Crown Prince Ivant of the Rijne Empire, which was stained with some difficult-to-clean chemicals. However, this time, the "Sword and Hammer" medal on his chest had long since turned into a pool of brown powder, and the "Soccer City Resident Certificate" in his shirt pocket that proved his identity had long since been lost and had disappeared without a trace.

That's right, he was the tragic worker who was summoned to this wasteland world because of the "Ode to Machinery" ritual, the poor test-taker who failed the postgraduate entrance examination four times, the sad traverser who was almost completely possessed by the natives, and the only [Orderer] who was chosen by gods and various forces, dared to kill gods, and was driven by fate to explore the secrets of saving the wasteland.

Lett Sogra!
However, as the 15th-ranked god "Lord of Eternal Crimson", although his body is now bound in this silent place that is about to be infected by noise, he still maintains that arrogance and condescending attitude that belongs to a god. He has never heard of Light's name in the so-called "List of Gods of the Creator", nor has he read the title of "Echoer" in the "Principles" established by the Creator.

Therefore, even though Light Sugra had killed gods before, possessed the power of the former deep-sea giant Deepseer, and possessed the power of all the previous inheritors of the red magic source power, the Lord of Eternal Red was still unwilling to have "absolutely equal communication" with him.

After thinking for more than half a minute, the Lord of Eternal Red did not directly answer Wright's question. Instead, he endured the pain like being cut by a blade, turned his head, looked at the huge stone gate in the distance that was broken and covered with dust under the blue light, and asked:

"Before you fell into a long and lasting sleep, did you read... the last paragraph of the Dark Book?"

"Is it the period of Era 2000, which is also called the 'Last Reincarnation Era' by theologians?" Wright asked. "Of course." The Lord of Eternal Red nodded with difficulty.
"You have just woken up, and you are so energetic. It is really rare. But I hope that after a long sleep, you will not lose all the memories you have acquired. Information is an important thing that we gods also advocate.

"Effective information will bring you one step closer to the mysterious power of the Creator. You will have a better chance of coming into contact with the supreme mysteries of the universe in your limited life as a god. However... 'lost information' and 'unknown information' will bring disaster... and death."

"Don't worry about that, Lord Yongchi. I almost died in Ivante's 'Fire of Heavenly Punishment' because of this, and turned into an ancient dragon that couldn't control its body. I tragically slept here for nearly thirty years. I won't make the same mistake a second time." Wright said, his voice mixed with anger and determination.

He walked to the body of the "Lord of Eternal Red" that was almost completely connected to the abandoned ruins behind him, stroked the limbs and torso that had long since turned into plant vines, stared at his extremely handsome face with red hair for a few seconds, then quickly shifted his gaze to the side and continued:

“Age 2000: Everything will end, everything will eventually end, everything will still end. The Creator did not place a vicious curse and endless anger on his most beloved planet and the continent covering it. He hoped that the life on it could get rid of the fate of magic, the old days, ignorance and fighting, step by step walk to the deepest stars, and help the universe to dig out this nightmare that is mysterious enough.

"But life always inadvertently moves towards the same fate, and this world has become a terrible hell filled with reincarnations. The immortal will eventually turn into dust, and then become immortal again. The grass and trees will also turn into ashes and then grow again. The dark night is reborn, the light fades forever, the long night has arrived, and the winter is approaching. This territory will eventually turn into a black cave that is so dark that there is nothing, waiting for new life to be born again in the explosion."

"So, 'Echoer' Light, do you think the world now is a black cave, or an era of fire before life is rekindled?" The Lord of Eternal Crimson asked Light with a smile as sharp as a blade, looking up slightly.

"My words..." Wright paused, then said:

“I just think that this is the light before the dawn.”

"Dawn? Haha." The Lord of Eternal Red sneered.

"In the hundreds of billions of reincarnations of mankind, humans have never experienced such a long era of darkness and silence. The Wasteland Era, or the 'New Metacrisis', is more like the longest warning to mankind by the Creator with the help of countless pre-set coincidences." Wright replied.

"Interesting, please continue."

"After the Steam Age begins, the speed of human technological progress will increase exponentially. In the past, technological progress that took thousands of years to achieve will only take a hundred years in this era. The so-called 'Electric Age' will only take thirty years, and the imaginary 'Age of Stars' will only take five to ten years." Wright answered based on what he had seen and heard in the previous world:

"Human morality and will cannot keep up with the rapid development of science and technology, and ambitions and desires will expand infinitely. When desires reach their limits, war will come. This is also the real reason for the extinction of mankind in countless past reincarnations.

"But the emergence of the Wasteland Era has put a pause on human madness. The initial 'New Dollar Crisis' eliminated those with poor physical fitness, the first two hundred years of stronghold reconstruction eliminated the stupid ones, the next hundred years eliminated the evil and violent ones, and now, the arrogant and profit-oriented ones will be eliminated."

"Your thoughts are approaching the creator of this world and have already touched the realm of near-god. Please continue." Lord Yongchi's words became more polite.

"So, this is an era of dawn before dawn. When scarlet blood splashes on the holy angel territory, the cold and darkness will be dispelled by the supreme faith. Lord of Eternal Red, do you know? Since I woke up completely from the gray dream yesterday, my senses such as hearing, vision and touch have become very sensitive." Wright stretched out the "Dark Touch" that was like six crocodile tails that could not be retracted from his back, took a deep breath, looked up and smiled:

"Listen, that's the sound of artillery fire. The Cruzde people you protect are finally discovering this place."

(End of this chapter)