The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

No one can be certain that we will succeed, nor can we guarantee that our nation will be preserved; everything is unknown.

But they keep moving forward, for their ideals, for tomorrow.

Is this idealistic?

This is the reality they face.

Does that count as romanticism?

Perhaps a little.

Generally speaking, all members of the Prophets' Society and the followers of the Prophets are a group of people who live towards death and move towards it.

They see no hope, but they are willing to believe in that hope.

Their gaze fell upon the person carrying the torch at the front.

Ning Feng can be considered a "superstar" in a sense.

But just as he said, relying solely on a strong man falling from the sky cannot save everyone.

One person's strength is ultimately limited. What can truly save humanity, and those mortals suffering under the oppression of the gods, is the power of the collective.

There has never been a savior in this world, nor has it relied on any gods or emperors.

Cairns Jaslin and Ash Fella, twins of fate, destined to become heroes.

I actually quite like these twin brothers.

This is one of the types I prefer; even if you try your best to avoid it, you will eventually follow the predetermined path.

Ash, the older of the twins.

I first wrote about how he persevered despite the hardships he would face in the future, and how he ultimately sacrificed himself to bring down a saint, marking his final act.

Only then did I reveal his identity and the responsibilities he bore.

And most importantly, there's no way to alleviate his sense of powerlessness.

Regardless of how you think about it, I feel a strong sense of powerlessness.

Ning Feng could save everyone, but he couldn't save a hero.

Keynes, the younger of the twins, is the second in the Silver Council.

This wasn't the first time he had been described; his appearance was relatively early.

A cunning, intuitive, and ruthless nobleman who appears outwardly gentle and refined.

This person, however, was a timid child in his early years, and only gradually changed after losing his older brother.

As for the Silver Council, it actually represents my views on a certain group of people.

As time passes, people change, beliefs are passed down... things that were once upheld will change, even under the guise of glory.

The Silver Council is a mess, a tree rotten to the roots.

In contrast, Overwatch is a completely different story.

From the initial idea of ​​"Let everyone live!" upheld by the Prophet's Church, to the later desire of the Watchers to "watch over everyone in the world".

Although some changes have been made, their essence has not changed significantly.

It is a stark contrast.

A generation will eventually grow old.

What is passed down to the next generation, in addition to material wealth, is spiritual enrichment.

No one stays young forever, but there are always people in their prime.

【Alice】, the young form of the Stargazer.

There's not much to say. Her original idea was that I wanted to write a slightly eccentric and cheerful character.

After a long wait, she transformed into the future stargazer, becoming silent and mature.

But as I wrote on, I realized that in such a dark era, in such a desperate environment, even the happiest people couldn't laugh.

Her appearance explains the foreshadowing of Sky City that was laid in the very early stages.

【Ariana】, a bad woman, nothing more to say.

She was the person who spent the most time with Ning Feng, and also the one with the most secrets.

She is a primordial demon, an uninvited contractor.

Willing to sacrifice himself for Ning Feng, even with his divine nature as poisonous as poison, he would still choose to accompany her to the end.

Ningfeng

Ultimately, this is Ning Feng's story. I devoted the most ink and effort to perfecting and enriching his character.

From his initial confusion upon waking to his later cold-blooded acceptance of his own death, using himself as a tool for exploration, his transformation was not instantaneous but rather a gradual process over time.

And the final realization.

Those of you who have read this far should not think that Ning Feng is a saintly hypocrite or a saintly figure, but I still want to emphasize that his willingness to sacrifice himself to fall into slumber with the gods is not a saintly act.

I prefer to call this pioneering.

Or, to use a phrase familiar to everyone, that of Mr. Lu Xun:

"Even if you have a little warmth, give off a little light, like a firefly, you can still shine a little light in the darkness, without waiting for a torch."

"If there is no torch after this, I will be the only light."

He was the torch that illuminated the dark ages.

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In addition, I did not quote the full text of Byron's poem "Darkness".

I know this poem was found in George R.R. Martin's "A Dream of a Hot Night".

However, when I tried to read the original English text, I encountered a problem...

To be honest, I didn't search very hard. I only found information from around 2008 and then I got too lazy to keep looking.

The problem is that the number of so-called "full-text translations" available online is clearly not comparable to the original English text.

So I took a closer look and finally figured out what was going on.

When I read the entire poem, I discovered the answer: the so-called "full text" was not actually quoted in its entirety; only three sections were used.

The beginning, the middle, and the end are the three most representative sections.

To be honest, although I can understand the full English text, I still find it quite difficult to read.

I am well aware of my own translation abilities and that I cannot translate this poem as beautifully as other translators while still meeting the requirements of faithfulness, expressiveness, and elegance.

The difference is too great.

Therefore, I will leave the other parts untranslated and only quote these three translated sections.

Was it an accident? Or was it intentional?

"I did it on purpose."

As for the full poem, if you have the ability, you can still read it; it gives you a different feeling.

(It's so dark...)

Similarly, the quote "She came in stunning beauty" that I cited in "Dreams of a Hot Night" was also taken from the book's translation, without any further modifications.

By the way, here's something rather funny.

The male protagonist of my previous book was named Xue Lai, and that book also quoted several poems by Byron. I'm wondering if I should bring out another one in my next book? ( )

With Keats included, I've collected cards of three Romantic poets!

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That's all for now. I've been very busy lately, so this summary is a bit late.

The final volume, the last volume—"The World Doesn't Need It"

Let us continue our journey toward the inevitable death.

charge!

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Chapter 531 The Final Gap

Ning Feng wanders through the long river of time.

He is the darkness shrouded in the light of this time, a shadow that cannot be detected by anyone.

But these thousand years cannot be described as easy.

When only one person remains in the world, facing an empty world, it is certainly a kind of loneliness.

Another kind of loneliness is when the world is full of people, but no one can find you.

Even if you shout in the middle of the city, no one will turn their head.

Moreover, the latter is more stimulating in terms of mental torment.

So close yet unreachable, with countless words I want to express but no one to hear them.

If Ning Feng still possesses some divine power, everything will become simpler. The power of divinity will also allow him to grasp the concept of time, enough for him to withstand the passage of time.

Unfortunately, Ning Feng did not.

His divinity has fallen asleep along with the gods; what wanders in the world is the part that is most easily corrupted, most easily shaken, and most vulnerable.

The part that belongs to mortals—his humanity.

The world is like a giant furnace, gathering the complex emotions of all beings, washing away the impurities of each one who enters it, and imbuing them with the colors of others.

Ning Feng cannot remain untainted by the mud; on the contrary, in his current state, he is very susceptible to those influences.