HBWnovel Chapter 587 Just Leaving the Beginner Village
Chapter 587 Just Leaving the Beginner Village
Chapter 587 Just Leaving the Beginner Village
Seeing this, even though I had anticipated the sacrifice of my brothers, I remained silent for a long time.
Of all the people I've lost, the one I miss most is myself...
What must one have gone through to utter such melancholy and sorrowful words?
Looking back at that photo, my heart felt even heavier.
Among these people are their relatives, friends, and lovers...
If these people were to disappear one by one before my eyes, just thinking about that scene would make my heart feel like it was being squeezed, and I wouldn't be able to breathe.
Although the entire text makes no mention of the details of the battlefield and the sacrifices of the people, the more he does so, the more he can feel his own pain.
Those must be sad memories that I don't want to write about or even mention...
Based on his usual low-key style, he could probably stay hidden behind the scenes forever.
But whether it's integrating resources or promoting technological development, someone always has to step forward to do it, and the members of the organization inevitably need to show their faces.
For example, Gao Yuan, Hu Yifei, Duan Xian, and even Xiaoyu who only conducts research in the laboratory.
He is the brain, and these people are the limbs, the wings that flap the butterfly's wings...
As their interference with the timeline deepens, the importance of these people will become increasingly apparent. The greater their role, the more they will become a thorn in the side of the Night Demons.
As a non-frontline member of the organization's logistics department, in order to preserve his usefulness and survive to the end, he could only hide in the rear and watch his teammates sacrifice one by one in the more than ten years of war.
Compared to this feeling of helplessness, it is probably more painful than killing oneself.
Survival often requires more courage than death!
Unlike in the past when disasters struck suddenly, I felt more despair and helplessness.
In a war that lasts for more than a decade, with those around you being targeted by the enemy's assassinations and harassment, hatred will slowly accumulate.
In his view, there was absolutely no need to perish together with the enemy in the end.
This is clearly an impulsive act... no, it's a death wish...
The disastrous consequences of radicalism...
I sighed helplessly in my heart.
The accumulation of strength is indeed a process of quantitative change leading to qualitative change. Each of the many cutting-edge technologies we possess is profound enough to rewrite history.
With the amplifying effect of time, our strength will undoubtedly expand at an unprecedented rate.
Furthermore, having deciphered the enemy's communication codes, we have gained a one-sided information advantage over them, which will greatly reduce the effectiveness of their plots to incite infighting among humanity.
Even the deans at the "first-tier" level had been eliminated by him, three more.
According to the "Deans of the Ten Institutes" mentioned in the book, there should only be ten such undercover agents.
With the addition of the Jinghai Welfare Home, we have essentially taken down nearly half of the enemy's "intelligence stations," demonstrating our significant information advantage.
While the reason given might not be as blatant as wiping out the Night Demons, if you were the head of intelligence and your stations were inexplicably taken down one after another, with each reason more plausible than the last…
Okay, even if it's reasonable, the question is, wouldn't you be scared? Wouldn't you panic?
In this situation, the Night Demons will inevitably shrink their power, and their influence over the human world will certainly be weakened.
If the threat of World War III were to disappear, then many technological advancements could accelerate at an unbridled pace without any reservations.
Not to mention, he had just received Xiaoyu's "brainwashing" magic skill of "unificationism," which allowed him to forcibly "unify thoughts."
If there's any troublesome Earthling that we can't handle, we'll just turn you into one of our own. Are you scared yet?
In this situation, I really don't know how I can lose.
It was probably under such an extremely optimistic development that I focused my main energy on exploring the truth about the "seed," while ignoring the possibility that the other side would resort to desperate measures and personally intervene to start a war prematurely.
To be fair, what I did wasn't wrong.
If the enemy has a conspiracy, wouldn't we destroy it if we knew about it?
Why save technologies that could enhance our strength for after the apocalypse?
The comparison of strength between ourselves and the enemy is a very difficult thing to quantify. How do you know if you are too strong or too weak now?
For someone like me who has never won a game, giving it my all is the norm.
However, it was only 2035, and the other party had already developed the idea that "I can't just sit here and wait to die, I must interrupt the enemy's spellcasting or I'll definitely die..." This was something I hadn't expected.
The shifts in strength and weakness, offense and defense between the two sides are so rapid.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to praise my employees for their initiative and hard work, or to have misjudged the situation and overreacted...
Both sides were hastily prepared, which resulted in a protracted war.
The idea of a protracted war sounds exciting, but the casualties, societal damage, and battlefield brutality of a protracted war are far beyond what blitzkrieg and ordinary short-term wars can achieve.
Sacrifice, massive sacrifices, are inevitable...
If it were me...
Okay, it was me all along.
Even if I were in that situation, I'd probably want to die alongside the culprit...
Fortunately... although it was a bit impulsive, the autobiography still brought back the final results of this operation at the end.
Meng Lang frowned as he looked at the next few lines of text, then relaxed.
I don't know whether to be happy or sad.
To summarize simply, detonating a high-yield nuclear bomb deep within the Earth results in the "monster's health reduction" and the "Earth's damage report."
It interrupted the monster's hatching process, roared a few times, caused minor damage to its shell and caused extensive bleeding in its subcutaneous tissue... that's all.
It's impossible for her to have miscarried; at most, it just caused the other person to slightly disturb the fetus.
As for Earth...
Volcanic eruptions and plate tectonics around the world suddenly intensified, triggering several massive tsunamis, causing brief magnetic field disturbances on the planet, and the intense geological activity also slightly altered the Earth's ecology and landforms, causing its orbit to deviate slightly by 0.01 centimeters... and that's all.
There was no myocardial infarction, nor did it rupture on the spot.
It's roughly equivalent to having a cold and fever and sneezing a few times?
The good news is that throwing grenades into a pressure cooker doesn't seem to have much of an effect on it.
Given its size, my actions were probably just like throwing a firecracker into a pressure cooker...
The bad news is that the firecrackers only startled the monster, causing a minor scratch, but it didn't stop it from continuing its slow and steady cooking...
For a moment, Meng Lang didn't know whether to feel fortunate or regretful.
Fortunately, humanity overestimated the damage its ultimate weapon could cause to Earth, meaning it can now use the "mushroom planting" tactic in the Earth's core without much concern.
Unfortunately, even a high-yield nuclear explosion at close range could only cause "minor injuries" to the monster, demonstrating just how tough its hide was.
As expected of a star species capable of traversing the void in various vacuum radiation environments with its physical body...
However, Meng Lang wasn't too discouraged.
Breaking through the defense is good news; the real fear is losing your brother's life while the opponent doesn't even get a scratch.
Anyone who's played games knows that if you can't break through someone's defenses, there's no hope; if you can break through their defenses, you can slowly whittle them down...
At worst, I'll start a nuclear arms race a few years in advance, and frantically expand the global nuclear arsenal. Then, every now and then, I'll send a submarine down to plant mushrooms on your head.
They're still refusing to leave, stubbornly refusing to budge and just going to keep putting up with you!
If we don't kill or maim you, we'll at least make you a premature baby or cause developmental deformities. Are you scared yet?
Well, this method is a bit wasteful of the Earth.
Hopefully, the Earth bacteria can hold on...
Earth:"……"
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Qingsong Elementary School.
Because of the delay, by the time I arrived at the school gate, most of the students had already left.
Xiaoyu stood at the door looking around, with a chubby little boy beside her, chattering away.
When Xiaoyu saw Meng Lang, she immediately smiled, waved to him, and ran over.
"Uncle, you're here."
"Yeah, you weren't in a hurry, were you?"
"No."
"How could that be? Don't worry, Uncle, I'll be here with Xiaoyu!"
Wang Zikai, as if seeking praise, ran up to Meng Lang, sticking out his small, bouncy belly, and said with a look that said, "Praise me, praise me!"
Ever since Xiaoyu led her army of radish heads to rescue this chubby boy from the clutches of delinquents, the little guy has become Xiaoyu's die-hard fan.
Recently, he's been appearing unusually frequently after school, always sticking close to Xiaoyu, acting like her little follower.
Meng Lang turned his gaze to the chubby boy, stroking his chin as he scrutinized him closely.
Hmm... Xiaoyu doesn't usually have any suspicious people around her.
This chubby boy, could barely be considered a childhood sweetheart?
The key point is that there's also a very dramatic "damsel in distress" segment...
If this happens when someone grows up and has a wave of nostalgia, shouting "I've finally found you!"... wouldn't that give off the vibe of a Japanese anime male protagonist?
Could this be the chubby little boy in the photo?
However... although fat people are all potential hotties.
But those eyes, that nose, that build, and that silly, goofy look—it's really hard to connect them with the cool, aloof young man in the photo.
While time can change a person, isn't this change a bit too drastic?
Family fortunes decline... Is this how you train someone?
"W-why are you looking at me like that?" The chubby boy felt a little uncomfortable under Meng Lang's scrutinizing gaze and took a half step back.
"It's nothing. You're handsome, young man, you have a bright future."
"Well... it's not as good as you say..." The chubby boy blushed, wiggled his butt, and scratched the back of his head with a silly grin.
Now Meng Lang was even more uncertain...
"By the way, where are your parents? They didn't come to pick you up today?"
"They've been busy running their snack shop lately, so they haven't had time. Besides, my mom said I'm all grown up now and a real man. Lately, I've been walking home by myself, and I often go to the shop to help out!" The chubby boy proudly puffed out his chest.
"You've opened a new store? That's great!"
Meng Lang immediately recalled the image of Wang Xianfu wielding a shovel on the hot plate at the food stall, sweating profusely, and nodded with a smile.
The group of people who got rich first are mostly quick-witted, hardworking and diligent.
Even if you fall down temporarily, it's easy to get back up.
However, he didn't know that he had played a part in this matter.
If he hadn't brought down Xu Jingsong, the little fat boy's grandfather wouldn't have been able to get his retirement savings back from "Da Niu Venture Capital," and Wang Xianfu wouldn't have had the start-up capital...
A tiny whirlwind, like butterfly wings, splattered all over the chubby boy's face.
The three parted ways at a fork in the road and went their separate ways. After only two people remained, Meng Lang began to subtly probe.
"Xiaoyu, what do you think of this Wang Zikai?"
"Hmm...naive, quite easy to fool."
"Uh... I mean, do you think he has any good qualities?"
"As for her strengths... she's naive and easy to fool."
rash:"……"
Okay, never mind.
Perhaps this is the universal evaluation standard that advanced players use when playing in low-level maps to judge newbie players?
Just two words: lousy! Weakling?
Suddenly, Meng Lang stopped and turned to look behind him.
A small figure immediately turned around, pretending to be picking out toys at a small stall. He picked up a Rubik's Cube and played with it, his movements very natural.
Meng Lang hadn't thought much of it at first; he had just instinctively glanced back because he felt someone was following him.
Seeing nothing unusual, they didn't suspect anything.
She had only taken two steps when she suddenly stopped, unable to resist turning back to look at the little boy in the same school uniform as Xiaoyu, and then again…
The little boy, who had just put down the Rubik's Cube and wanted to continue, was so startled that he almost turned around and picked up the Rubik's Cube again to look at it one more time.
Fortunately, he had developed a good mental fortitude after the instructor's grueling training. Even when Meng Lang was staring at him intently, he maintained a nonchalant poker face, kept walking without stopping, and didn't even glance at Meng Lang, continuing to walk slowly forward.
Even after passing the two people, he could still feel a pair of eyes looking him up and down from behind, and his heart started pounding faster.
What's wrong with that guy?
I've been exposed? That can't be!
I got an A in my covert reconnaissance project...
With a child's natural ability to disguise themselves, how could anyone possibly notice me?
I clearly glanced at that person's back a few times... How could it be that I was sensed just like that?
The intelligence report said the mission target had a highly skilled person by his side. Was he really that skilled?
Little did he know, even the most natural disguise could not fool a pair of eyes capable of traversing time and space…
Those eyebrows, those expressions, there's no mistake...
"What's wrong, uncle?"
Seeing Meng Lang stop and stare at a little boy walking past with a strange expression, Xiao Yu couldn't help but feel puzzled.
"Um...it's nothing..."
He looked at the little boy in front of him with a strange expression, trying to appear natural as he walked forward.
Every now and then, they would pick and choose from the small vendors they passed by, and even bought a skewer of meatballs on the spot, slurping and eating them while they were still piping hot...
"Pfft~" I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
To be fair, at this age, the level of disguise is quite impressive. If I hadn't been able to give away the plot, I definitely wouldn't have noticed anything amiss.
At least he's much better than that chubby kid whose every thought is written all over his face...
"Uncle, what are you laughing at?"
"Oh, hehe! It's nothing, just found one that just left the starting area..."
"What?"
(End of this chapter)