The things you take for granted may have faded away in the hundred years that the wheel of history has been turning forward, and the world has regressed and returned to a look you don't recognize at all.
Like old photos in black and white film that are full of color, exuding a dusty smell of time.
But it is still vast,
It is called the ‘Far East’ by people who don’t know its name. The revolution that broke out four years ago ended the feudal monarchy with a history of more than 2,000 years. The person who stole the fruits of the revolution just died of illness this year.
The warlords and factions fought in chaos, and the blood and thoughts of the aspiring martyrs evolved vigorously on that land.
The same is true in this land. The influence of the second industrial revolution still remains. Further growth in productivity brings the same contradictions of unbalanced development of capitalism.
The hegemon on which the sun never sets began to decline, and was replaced by the ambitious country entrenched in the center of Europe, which provoked the first world war.
But it is also small,
There are several staggered earth and stone streets, more than 20 seemingly simple houses, some with small signs, wells for drawing water, wooden fences for livestock, and farm tools.
On the yellowing grass of the pasture, there are empty carriages piled with hay, old windmills on the edge of the river, and further away are roads that extend to unknown places and golden wheat fields with no visible edges...
Fangran was floating in the air, and the hem of his damaged windbreaker was floating slightly. It looked different from the background knowledge in the history textbooks that he recalled in his mind.
This village named ‘Il’ fell into a quiet sleep in the closing dusk.
Looking at the gradually darkening village, the houses are closed one after another, and the roads with no street lights are full of darkness. The glory brought by the second industrial revolution has not affected this small village.
There were only a few hanging kerosene lamps that could only emit an old, dim light.
Without lights, people actually go to bed at sunset.
It is obviously a simple truth, but it makes the participants who are active in the bustling sea of lights in the city a little confused.
He controlled his speed and slowly lowered his height, flying towards a house at the edge of the village... No, maybe it couldn't be said to be a house.
Dark, charred wooden pillars and some burnt remains were stacked on top of each other. There was nothing left except broken walls. The house seemed to have experienced a fire before it was reduced to ruins.
Fangran stepped on the highest roof beam, with the [Fantasy Card] still hiding his figure, watching the petite figure coming back from the nearest creek,
Her light blond hair was still wet, and so were the strips of cloth on her hands and feet, but the dust and fatigue from a day's washing seemed to make her expressionless face become more lively.
With brisk footsteps like a nimble cat, he carefully walked through several streets and houses and came to the pile of ruins. He looked around vigilantly and saw that there was no one around.
Only then did he move away a piece of broken rubble, revealing the dark hole, and he slowly climbed in.
Where the kitchen was originally, the stove and the collapsed roof seemed to form a small space. Although it was difficult to sit up or even turn over, it was just big enough for her to lie down.
This is her home.
Haiji was jumping near the entrance of the cave, and his dark eyes suddenly saw her carefully hiding half a piece of dry black bread and a few shriveled fruits into the furnace wall.
Fangran knew that was her day's salary.
From watching her say thank you and leave in the stable early in the morning, until now, Fangran has been observing silently from behind.
For a whole morning, she helped the couple at the ranch fetch water to feed the horses, and went to the livestock pens to do various chores that were not easy for her at this age. Only then did she get a piece of hard brown bread.
Then she ran into the nearby woods. This was the harvest season for the little golden yellow, where she could find food.
Then it wasn't until evening that she emerged from the bushes and returned to the only simple tavern in the village, serving crude drinks to the men who came back from doing farm work in the fields.
Wait for them to leave, clean up, and switch to another piece of bread,
But this time she only ate half of it.
She blocked the hole she had drilled in with some hay, shrank her body and drilled into the remaining hay. She slowly closed her eyes.
He told himself that he must wake up before dawn to help draw water from the pasture, and soon fell asleep.
Then the dark figure gently fell from the beams,
I tapped the collapsed roof and let it float silently.
Like opening a bird's nest, I saw Ling curled up with her petite body and sleeping in the hay.
She was sleeping like a weak chick in a bird's nest.
Fangran slowly fell to her side without making any movement. He held his hands in front of his chest and the [Sleep Card] turned into light spots and dissipated.
The girl huddled in the hay finally relaxed her body this time, no longer huddled up and took a deep breath.
Even though he knew she wouldn't wake up, Fangran still took off his coat gently. He was afraid of scratching the girl, took off his badge, cleaned up the hay that was definitely uncomfortable on his body, and covered her carefully.
Body,
Even though it has a lot of damage, this expensive windbreaker is still a qualified quilt.
Then his heart lit up, and a pillow appeared in Fangran's hand, replacing the small pile of messy hay tied with braided straw rope.
The sleeping girl seemed to feel the softness and warmth, and her peaceful sleeping face seemed as cute as melting.
After doing this, Fangran leaned quietly against the wall beside her. From this angle, he saw that there was only half a piece of black bread and a small pile of shriveled fruits in the furnace wall. Some of them even started to rot because of too long.
It looks like a stockpile of food for the coming winter.
These are probably all the things Ling owns at the moment.
An inexplicable sense of bitterness rushed into his heart, making Fangran feel a little silent and distressed.
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-'Meeting you was just an unlucky accident, I am someone who has nothing to do with you'-
The voice of the girl on the ice sea seemed to be echoing in his ears. Fangran felt slightly sad when he looked at the girl beside him who was sleeping peacefully and dreaming of something.
I ran to the North Pole on my own, thinking about how I should take responsibility for my mistakes, but in fact, about Ling,
But I don't know anything.
Fangran raised his head and looked towards the horizon, where the last bit of light slowly disappeared.
At the moment when the sky completely turned into night, the scene belonging to the participants finally emerged in front of them!
[You have entered the time inheritance scene]
[Space Node: Po River Plain, Italy]
[Time node: 1916]
[Remaining time of time inheritance: unknown]
Among all the experience scenes, the system interface is the shortest, with no mission objectives, descriptions and rewards. The enigmatic scene introduction gives Fangran a feeling of mist.
time....
The last prayer he made when he was sunk in the sea of ice vaguely remained in his mind. At that time, he had no choice but to pray for the power of the scene.
But the scene actually started!?
When you need it most?
He actually gave him time to wake up and it wasn’t the end?
It was as if there was something behind the scenes, and it was even clearer than the feeling of losing my heart.
Fangran felt a coincidence of fate.
Perhaps something was wrong ever since that campfire party suddenly plummeted from perfection.
The timing is too coincidental, the scene can travel through time, the description has no mission goal and even the remaining time is unknown...
What exactly do you want to do in this time inheritance scene?
and...
Fangran looked at Ling who was sleeping peacefully again. There were a few strands of hair hanging down on her pitiful sleeping face. At this moment, she was not the powerful night angel.
She is just a soft and petite girl who cannot even protect herself. She has to work all day just to get enough food to survive. It makes people feel so distressed that they want to hug her tightly.
What happened between Ling and Nightless Palace? Why did the light and shadow appear in person? Why did Iceland never appear again thirty years ago and only the soul projection remained?
And what about Ling’s parents? Why does Ling live such a life alone?
One mystery after another arose in Fangran's heart at night in a village in Italy at the beginning of the 20th century.
It seems that they are all buried in this century.
But he actually doesn't have to worry about all this. He can completely ignore the fog in front of him and turn around to return.
Because the button to exit the scene is in the corner of the interface, as long as he presses it, he can return to the battlefield on the ice sea and continue the battle that he failed to do. The coma time has given his spirit enough rest.
He has obtained sufficient buffer time and will not fall into coma after leaving the scene. If he activates the [Shadow Card], he should still be able to move his body again.
We must go back, we must go to Ling's side!
At the moment when countless thoughts came out of my mind, light emerged, the pages of the book were turned, and the last straight page emerged from the golden rectangular card!
Fangran looked at the Clow card that suddenly awakened in his hand. The pattern on the card was of a woman with long elf ears and long hair covering her body.
【THE MIST】
[Symbol: Determine the situation and decide the direction]
[Introduction: Magic with fog and corrosiveness]
To judge the situation and decide the direction...
Fangran looked at the awakened [Fog Card] in his hand and thought to himself, then remained silent for an unknown length of time, and finally made a decision.
He looked at the girl sleeping peacefully next to him, gently lifted up the few strands of her hair that were hanging down, and said softly:
"Today is the last day..."
...
....
The sun seemed to be shining brightly in the bright morning, and the crisp chirping of birds kept ringing in her ears. The warm sunshine in the golden autumn morning shone in, and the slightly warm feeling on her face made Ling feel comfortable and let out a lazy dream,
The softness in her ears and the warm feeling in the quilt made her bury her face, and she didn't want to get up...
Buzz——!
But when she suddenly realized something was wrong with a buzz in her mind, the girl sat up suddenly!
She doesn't have a quilt! She shouldn't feel warm!
what happened!?
Suddenly awakened from her hazy sleep, Ling instinctively shrank her body. When she instinctively came up with the terrible idea that she didn't get up before dawn today and it would be too late to work on the ranch, what she saw in shock was...
Covering himself with an expensive-looking black coat, an extra pillow, and the disappearing roof, he could see the clear autumn sky...
The first thing Ling thought of was to check the food she had placed on the stove wall.
After seeing that the black bread and tree fruits were still there, she breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped herself in a 'quilt', and cautiously and inexplicably walked out of her home.
Standing on the lawn with her slender legs wrapped in shabby cloth strips, not understanding what was happening, she saw the roof that was difficult for even five or six farmers to lift and was thrown onto the nearby grass.
Ling stood there in a daze, and suddenly smelled a very fragrant smell wafting over,
Then she heard the warm, familiar yet somewhat unreliable voice of the young man behind her, greeting her.
"Hey, Ling, you're awake!"
Huo Ran turned around and grasped the black trench coat that she was wearing tightly. What Ling saw was sitting on a rock, wearing a clean white shirt, suit trousers and leather boots that only rich people have.
The young man who was roasting a fish he caught from nowhere on a small flame smiled and waved at him.