"The seventh test passed." A cold and slightly joyful voice came from the earphones, followed by a burst of congratulations.
"It should be safe now."
"There is still hope."
"I'm really looking forward to it."
The faces of various members in the research hall were filled with joy, and several witches present were also talking quietly.
"Loran is getting more and more skilled."
"But I'm still a little worried." Unlike those researchers, as witches, they actually have a better understanding of the dangers in the depths of the Sea of Ayaka.
"It's hard to dissuade her now. I can only pray silently."
After repeated verifications and experiments, the real plan began to be put on the agenda. Lorraine Hill was also thinking about what might happen after he left, and was sitting in advance to prepare.
Among the three crowns, except for the Star Crown, which she herself cannot fully control and transfer, the Moon Crown can be handed over to Vimiya as an agent, and the Sun Crown can be handed over to Keti to carry. Both of them are the same original as her, born with
It has extremely high affinity and carrying capacity for the crown.
"I don't want Lorraine to go." Keti held Lorraine Hill's arm, still a little reluctant to let go. She didn't know much about those complicated experiments, but she just instinctively felt worried and scared, fearing that Lorraine would never come back.
"Maybe wait a little longer? There may not be a better way in the future." Wei Miya also said the same.
"We can't wait any longer. There are many crises, not only the phantom of chaos, but also internal problems, and even threats from other civilizations hidden in the star sea."
"Today's large-scale actions of the earth's civilization are difficult to hide in the star sea and universe, and powerful civilizations can more or less sense them."
"We are standing in the light, and they are standing in the dark. There are too many unpredictable situations. If we don't cut through the mess quickly, time will drag on longer and longer, and by then it will be too late to do anything."
"Currently, the earth's civilization is still in the rising stage of just breaking out of the star system. All walks of life have the warmth of the dawn era, and everyone is united as one, but that may not be the case in the future. There have always been many stories of prosperity and decline, but now it is rare
Window period." Lorraine Hill shook his head.
"If you indulge in the warmth of the moment, you will lose the ability to cope with the cold wind in the future. It is the truth to try to build a warm house before winter comes."
"You are still so sober." Wei Miya looked at the silver-haired girl, not knowing whether to praise or pity her.
"This is not a character that can be cultivated in a greenhouse or a beautiful environment. You must have experienced a lot of hardships in the past."
"Before? I guess, but the memory of that time is a bit blurry." Lorraine Hill used her fingers to tidy up the hair beside her ears.
"It's time to set off. From now on Keti will be in charge of you."
"Oh, Lorraine." Keti hugged Lorraine Hill tightly, feeling very reluctant to let go.
"It's okay, I'll be back." Lorraine Hill comforted her, and then gently rubbed his forehead between Keti's warm hair.
A week later, the journey to explore the depths of the Sea of Ajeka officially started.
In the early stage, with the assistance of several other witches, Lorraine Hill easily avoided the chaotic phantoms wandering in Aijekka, and went deeper step by step. When the witches who arrived with her could no longer support it, she asked the few witches who were with her to escape.
The companion returned, and then he continued to move deeper to the other shore.
"I have set a 'chain' on you. If it feels wrong or there is no response for a period of time, the 'door' will be opened and you will be forced to return." When they parted, the Lock Witch and the Door Witch were suspended in Roland.
In front of Hill, he was making his final announcement.
"Thanks."
Afterwards, the two witches waved their hands and gradually disappeared into the sea of Aijaka.
Now, I am alone, Lorraine Hill thought silently in his heart, and then continued to delve deeper.
Away from all the sounds, colors, and touches of the world, Lorraine Hill felt like he had stepped into an eternally dark and quiet world.
All senses begin to fade away, and the world becomes extremely quiet.
It's so quiet that just the thoughts or memories passing through my mind begin to form some kind of hallucination.
It seems that the sounds in these memories are real and floating in my ears.
When all the fluctuations, perceptions, and ups and downs disappear, the various reveries, sounds, and thoughts in your heart become clearer and clearer.
This clarity gradually brought about a kind of fear, as if there were several different selves in my body. They were talking and talking about something, but if I listened carefully, I couldn't understand or record anything they said.
Everything started to look weird.
When I was a child, I was running on the street. The black and white TV made a buzzing sound when I turned the round button, and then slowly changed channels.
I was kicked to the ground, my nose hit the ground and I felt dizzy and painful.
The figures spoke in vague and inaudible words, and blood flowed from their noses and soaked from between their lips.
Even in such a vague memory, the taste of blood is still so clear, with a hint of fishy sweetness and viscosity.
My mother's angry expression, her rolled eyes, her trembling body, her kneeling on the cold floor, and the dissuasive voices of relatives coming and going.
Under the dim light stained by oil, the eyes opened in the middle of the night, the dark shadow outside the window, the unspeakable fear.
The crazy struggle, the pain of torn hair, the blood-stained wooden board, the sound of the girl screaming, the silence of lying under the shadowless lamp, the coldness of the needle and thread passing through the scalp under the anesthetic.
Barbeques and wine bottles are everywhere in the alleys, greasy keyboards and mice are standing there, light and shadow changes on the screen, and faces are obsessed and gloomy.
The cold night sky, fluorescent eyes, the sound of roaring planes, the hospital in the middle of the night, the signatures in black and white, and the familiar figures arriving one by one.
…
Countless memories were turned into fragments and collapsed, and each thought arose and then shattered, turning into more fragmented emotions.
It's like a corpse gradually falling into the cold and dark deep sea, slowly decomposing into countless fragments and floating in all directions.
Some of these fragments are like the fragrance of green oranges in summer, some are like the enchanting red flowers in the sunset, which make people intoxicated, some are like pure lilies that make people feel quiet, but some are particularly cold and biting. The pictures in them
It makes people disgusted, painful, inferior, tearing apart, unbelievable, evasive, and never accepted.
But this is also a part of reality, even more unforgettable than those beautiful fragments.
The fragments struggled, and these most painful scars would never be allowed to be abandoned and downplayed like this.
Time becomes blurred, making it difficult to tell whether it has been days or hundreds of years, and the invisible chains have lost their restraints and only brought back to the end of nothingness.
In the tides and ups and downs of the cosmic dimension, these fragments drift and collide.
Slowly, perhaps millions of years later, these fragments floated to deeper places, and some gradually extended to the boundaries and depths of a certain dimension.
It's like falling into the lowest level of the deep sea and entering a cold and stagnant world.
The dimension of time does not seem to exist because there is no light and no change.
When the picture is reduced to a particle among the three primary colors, it can no longer be called a painting, or even a fragment, but something more low-level and low-level.
In a daze, they slowly penetrated the boundary, crossed the stagnant and blurred border, and gradually arrived at another completely different dimension, a universe where there was no longer left, right, up, down, or even any tangible things.
There is only Mana here, or the original magic power. The highly condensed magic power is like compressing gunpowder the size of the entire planet into the size of a glass ball.
The particles that penetrated from the other side floated in this dark world, like fireflies, causing a lot of burning and tides. These spiritual fragments were like some kind of catalyst, shining through this stagnant world.
However, compared to this boundless darkness, this kind of sparkle is extremely weak and disappears in an instant.
A stagnant world, a lifeless world, but a world about to ignite like gunpowder.
With the help of these extremely solidified Mana, the penetrated particles burned and changed violently, and finally disappeared.
However, such an unchanging world seems to have ushered in some changes, because some of the particles did not burn away, but became more active during the burning.
With the help of this mana and magic power, these fragments emitted ripples and flew randomly. Slowly, floating and swimming thousands of times, they gradually collided with other similar fragments, and then slowly aggregated.
In this way, after generations of accumulation, a vague figure with a shimmering light appears again in this dark world.
It's hard to imagine how such a figure could appear in a world without up, down, left, right, or even three-dimensional space, but her existence seems to have changed something faintly.
With long black hair, dark eyes, and a cold expression, she has almost the same appearance as Lorraine Hill, but has a completely different personality.
Most of the beauty disappeared in the lightless deep sea, but more pain was inherited.
Looking down at this eternally dark world, she closed her eyes and saw countless darkness surrounding her.
The invisible world slowly becomes tangible, upper and lower become clear, and the three-dimensional spatial perspective gradually emerges. The so-called dimensions are nothing but the yarns used for spinning. There is no difference between two and three yarns in the formation of the world. They are just the perception of life in them.
It's just that this kind of cognition transcends individuals, just like two-dimensional life can't imagine three dimensions, and three-dimensional life can't know how four dimensions exist.
Time began to emerge, and the threads of time passed by.
The dark crown slowly rises in this world.
If the three crowns in the mortal world are miraculous things that all living beings pray for, then the dark crown that emerges now is the absolute will of the only life. It is extremely arbitrary and does not need support from other lives.
Lonely and powerful, arbitrary and lonely.
It seems to have everything, but it also seems to have nothing. When no one or other life exists, there is no social relationship, and the concept of possession has no basis for existence.
I just picked up a stone on the ground, how can I say that this stone is mine?
Except for me, no one knows, and no one comes to argue, question, agree, or oppose.
The long time passed by unconsciously.
At first, some people mourned and lamented the silver-haired figure that sank in the Sea of Ajika, while others regretted that even the crown and chains could not save that figure from the far shore.
Gradually, the sadness turned into nostalgia, and the nostalgia slowly faded away.
As people change and work day after day, they gradually forget that name.
Quarrel, fission, war, death, unity, glory, enjoyment, decadence, sorrow, reincarnation.
Until another chaotic disaster comes.
The fleet that had lost its unified organization was defeated one by one like busy flies, with wreckage and withered bodies floating in the sea of stars. The fires of civilization were extinguished one by one, and the remaining people fled in all directions.
In just a few hundred years, everything seemed to have come to an end, but amazing changes began to spread across the universe.
The three former crowns slowly disintegrated, and the sea of Ayaka also experienced violent undulating tides, filled with dark mana and magic power.
The phantom of chaos that terrified countless civilizations gradually dissipated in the world, and everything became quiet, just like the morning on the third planet in the star system tens of thousands of years ago.
As the residual heat of creation, the cosmic microwave radiation that existed forever is undergoing amazing changes at this time.
The dark and transparent universe is no longer transparent, and all galaxies and matter seem to be shrouded in red. People on the earth can see a strange landscape. After dark, there is no longer a dark sky, but a dark sky.
The starry sky as red as clouds.
Just like what is sung in the poem.
"Two beautiful colors clearly separate the sky"
…
"Those are two different worlds"
…
The simple and beautiful present world, the extraordinary and deathly other world.
Two pieces of glass of different colors are superimposed on each other, reflecting a new and brilliant color, as beautiful as fire, but also attracting sadness and death.
In the world after the disaster, the world is rebuilt, the world is united again, the fire lotus of civilization slowly blooms again, people recall the great names in history, and the girl who disappeared in the depths of the Sea of Ajika also once again
Mentioned by people.
A new era is slowly coming, and the silver-haired figure that people miss is slowly waking up again in this world.
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June 528 of the Quaternary Epoch, Whale H-416 galaxy.
The emerald green and blue planet is dotted with human settlements.
Small city, Greenberry, B2 neighborhood.
"Ernst, where are you going?"
On the spacious street, a 16-year-old boy drove a minivan down the road, shouting for familiar neighbors.
"I'm going to help Uncle Honor collect the goods. He's not feeling well today." The young man stopped the car temporarily and walked out.
This small town is very peaceful, and everyone's life is not so anxious. The young man thought about buying a few bottles of drinks on the way there.
"Are you going to that large orchard outside the suburbs?" It said it was an orchard, but the actual area may be larger than a small town. After all, this planet is extremely vast and sparsely populated, and many places are even uninhabited.
"Yes, I heard that it is very remote there, but the scenery is pretty good. Occasionally, couples from the town go there for dates." The young man selected several bottles of delicious and novel drinks, the liquid in which reflected beautiful colors in the sunlight.
.
"Young people like these." The lady at the cashier raised her glasses and said with a slight complaint.
"Haha, I always want to try something new. I don't want to drink tea or coffee. Those are just for old people."
"You just dare to talk in front of me. If your mother dared to speak like this, she would definitely beat her."
"Yeah, well, Aunt Fowl understands me. Well, it would be great if my mother was as open-minded as you."
"Okay, don't talk to me like this. If you study hard, you can study in a prosperous galaxy. Your mother will be proud of you."
"Aunt Fowl, it's not like you did back then. Studying is too complicated." Ernst smiled bitterly and rubbed his hair. It wasn't that he didn't want to work hard, but he really couldn't see any hope.
Although the education in the Federation today is fairly fair, after all, it has inherited the philosophy of its predecessor, Crancia, but the younger generation under fierce competition has to sacrifice a lot in order to fight their way out, and there is even no more reward.
It makes many young people hesitate and feel uncomfortable.
Should I continue to get involved, or should I just give up and live a stable life in this small town just like my parents?
In fact, this kind of life is not bad, but it is still a bit difficult for young and restless hearts to accept.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Aunt Fule, I'm going to do some work first. I still have to help Uncle Auro collect the fruits."
"Go, go. The whole town knows that you are interested in little Ellie. Your uncle Aoruo also used this to ask you to help. Who makes you the most likely to be his future son-in-law."
"Ah haha." Ernst rubbed his head in embarrassment, then walked a few steps faster and returned to the pickup truck.
Because of its intelligent driving function, it is extremely easy for him to drive such a truck, and he can even have his hands free to drink newly purchased drinks.
The cool and sweet taste stimulates the taste buds. Although humans have evolved for millions of years, the information engraved in genes still makes life unconsciously like sweetness and fresh stimulation.
Soon after, the truck stopped in front of the large door. After informing him of his purpose, the door slowly opened, and he followed the instructions and walked into the crisp and fragrant grass.
Walking under the tall fruit trees, the simple paths paved with stone slabs were buried in the grass. The edges of the young man's shoes were stained with dew as he walked by, making him feel fresh and interesting.
I heard that the arborists in this garden are very powerful, and the fruits produced in the garden can be sold to distant and prosperous shining galaxies. It is just because of its small scale that it has not been made into a brand.
Just when the young man was still thinking about Uncle Honor's explanation, slight footsteps could be heard in a wooden house in the huge valley deep in the garden.
Her hair, which gradually turned light blue, swept around the corner of the stairs, reached the third floor, opened the locked door, and walked into the room with closed curtains.
"Get up, Brainard, it's your turn to cook today. Keti just asked me about breakfast."
The woman walked to the window and opened the curtains, and strong sunlight shone into the room. The black-haired figure sitting on the bedside couldn't help but block the dazzling sunlight with her hands.
"If you don't want to cook, wouldn't it be the same to eat a nutritious meal? It can also provide the body with everything it needs." This girl has long black hair and eyes, sitting on the bed in her pajamas, with a thin veil in front of her.
Quilt.
"It's time for you to come out and take a walk." Wei Miya shook her head.
"I don't see you going out more than once a month. Your skin is as white as porcelain."
"Why go out? You can see everything outside at home. The development of science and technology has already achieved this." The woman sitting on the bed wanted to close the curtains again.
"Yes, but what you experience from the virtual instrument is still quite different from reality." The blue-haired singer shook her finger.
"Besides, it's time for you to get to work. Lorraine is basically busy with things in the orchard."
"That's because she likes it. I prefer to stay at home." Seeing that he couldn't close the curtains, Brainard moved on the bed, trying to prevent the sun from shining on him.
"I can just write my novel at home. The bed is very good and they don't scold me. The home is very comfortable and there are delicious food made by Luo Lan."
"There's really nothing I can do against you." Wei Miya covered her forehead lightly and looked at the youngest sister. Although she looked about 18-19 years old, she was the most stubborn among them.
It's just like a stone.
"You were scolding me in your mind just now, right?" Brainard suddenly raised his head.
"Uh, no, I just wanted to complain." Now it was Vimiya's turn to explain.
"Humph, I can hear it. After all, I am also one of the originals, and the emotions between each other cannot be clearer."
"If it was Luo Lan, he would definitely not be like this..." Before she could finish speaking, Wei Miya leaned down and pressed her forehead against the black-haired girl.
"No problem, just tell me."
Looking at this 'smiling' sister, Brainard shrank his head and said that he had no objection.
"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore." After that, Vimiya released her fingers from Brainard's shoulders and sat next to her.
"I'm still a little worried about you. Although you are very smart and rational, I still feel that you still lack some practice."
"I have only been awake for less than a hundred years, so I can't compare with my sisters." Brainard turned away.
"Yeah, I know. So, if you have time, why not try to study in a prosperous galaxy? Start on campus and slowly get in touch with the world." Wei Miya's watery voice rippled in the breeze.
"If the day comes when I'm ready." Brainard looked at the green leaves outside the window and replied softly.
After crossing the long hillside, the boy turned several corners and finally saw the figure wearing a white dress sitting under the tree.
Even in today's era, those snow-white silver hair are still a symbol of rarity and beauty.
The girl didn't raise her head. Her slender figure already made the young man feel restrained. She seemed to want to perform better. His steps slowly slowed down, and he even began to pay attention to whether his walking posture looked good or not, and whether his hands were good or not.
where to put.
"Excuse me, are you the arborist of this orchard?"
As he spoke, a breeze blew across the grass, and the girl under the tree also raised her head. She had a colorful picture book on her knees, and her fingers gently lifted the messy hair beside her ears.
"Well, it's me."
At this moment, the young man felt that everything in front of him was so dreamy and beautiful. He wanted to use all his strength to remember this moment in front of him, and even began to regret why he didn't learn some skills related to memory.
Light blue and clear eyes, silvery and smooth hair, slender fingers, like the graceful shoulders and neck of a swan, feet exposed in the snow-white dress, light pink and round nails, soft and quiet expression
, like an angel descending into the world.
"I, I, was called by Uncle Honor to help collect the fruits." The originally smooth tongue seemed to be knotted, which made the young man feel extremely ashamed.
"Your name is Ernst, right? I received a message this morning."
"Yes, yes, yes, my name is Ernst, and I live on Hongli Street..." The young man nodded fiercely, and then reported a series of information.
Seeing his nervous look, the silver-haired girl under the tree couldn't help but smile, which made the other person stand still for a long time.
"The fruits are already being packaged. It will take a while for the autonomous machinery to be completed." The girl informed the current situation.
"Okay, okay." The young man replied quickly, and then his mind was spinning rapidly, searching hard for something to talk about, until he glanced at the picture book in the girl's hand.
"Is this the kind of picture album that tells a story? It seems very ancient...simple." He struggled to swallow the word ancient.
"Well, yes, it used to be called a picture book." The girl under the tree picked it up and showed it to the boy.
It has a slightly childlike color, depicting individual characters and telling fairy tales from the past.
"Have you ever seen such a story before?"
"No." Ernst lowered his head in despair.
"It doesn't matter, I still have time, I can tell you about it."
The silver-haired girl opened the first page of the picture book. There was a green and deep forest on it, with a tiny figure walking forward in it.
"First of all, it is the story of a young man trekking hard in the mountains. He was bruised and hungry..." In these moving words, Ernst seemed to have fallen into a lifelike world, and the story in the picture book seemed to have happened in real life.
In front of you, until the beautiful stars fall in the night sky.
"Next, is the story of a beloved eldest lady. She had long hair as long as gold, and was surrounded by everyone, until one day, the family fell..."
"The protagonist of this story is an ordinary but lovely girl. She is the youngest sister in the family with caramel-like hair. In the summer under the apple tree, she met the destined prince..."
The pages of the book turned slowly, and the morning sunlight fell into the mottled grass.
"Finally, the story of an ordinary child."
"Once upon a time, there was a steep mountain where a dragon used to live. Once upon a time, there was a dragon living on a steep mountain."
『A long time ago, a man told a lie. He said: Once upon a time, someone made up a lie and said:』
""I climbed that mountain to fight with the dragon,"I climbed that mountain to fight with the dragon,"
"Then I almost killed him. But I missed. And he was huge and black. "I was going to kill him, but I couldn't. It was a huge, black dragon."
"He just wanted to be famous by this story, this story is just a tool for him to become famous,"
"And that's why he lied. And that's why he lied."
"That unexpected story made the people amazed in the town,"
"The king of nd heard that story and he gave him a reward. The king heard that story and he gave him a reward."
"That lie became a rumor and the rumor spread to the whole country,"
"It ran, from the East to the West, and the North to the South..."
"Over many years, the rumor was retold among the people. Many years later, the rumor was still passed down by word of mouth."
『After a while, a boy got an inspiration from the story, then he said:』
『"I want to be a hero like that!" "I want to be a hero like that!"』
"Then, he went to the same mountain. So he went to the mountain in the story."
"It was a long journey, and it was very hot, but he didn't give up. The journey was long, the sun was scorching, but he never gave up."
"When the boy reached the top of the mountain, when the boy climbed to the top of the mountain,"
"What he found was a huge white dragon——he was exhausted and injured. What he found was a huge white dragon, scarred and dying."
"He threw away his sword which he had sharpened for this fight, He threw away his sword which he had sharpened for this fight,"
"And he nursed the white dragon the best he could. He nursed the white dragon the best he could."
"The white dragon recovered day by day with the boy's help,The white dragon recovered day by day with the boy's help,"
"After this the white dragon flew away into the sky. Then, it jumped up and soared into the sky."
"The dragon's scales came off, which became the snow. The dragon's scales fell off, which became the snow."
"It was the first snow in the country ever. And this is the first heavy snow in the kingdom."
"That story became so famous all over the country, the boy's story caused a sensation in this country,"
"From the East to the West, From the North to the South..."
『After many years, countless years later,』
"People talked about that boy as a legend. The boy became a well-known hero."
"——Words are magical for a moment, the magic of words, fleeting,"
"But living the experience, empowers your whole life. But only the adventure you have experienced personally will make you remember it forever."
"Do you want to hear more stories? Do you want to hear more stories?"
"Or do you want to chase the adventure? Or will you chase your own legend?"
The silver-haired girl was reciting the story in the picture book, while Ernst was listening blankly. He had never felt the majesty of the world like he did today, and felt the longing and longing slowly rising in his heart.
Step into your own story.
At this time, Ernst also thought of the extremely old and yellowed photo at home. The figure in the photo was a person from hundreds of years ago and his ancestor. It is said that he founded Crancia and was the predecessor of the current Federation.
.
Such a great ancestor, there are probably tens of thousands of descendants today. Our family is still ordinary, and we can't see any difference from the people around us.
Ernst once thought the same thing and thought it was something far away and unattainable, so he put the photo back into the frame and put it in the corner of the cabinet and ignored it.
However, something seems different today.
He rarely felt this way. This feeling was not intense, but rather heavy.
Although he still didn't know how to describe this feeling, he already knew the choice in his heart, so clear and clear.
I want to go to that prosperous galaxy and become my own legend.
The wind blew through the hills, and the colorful leaves rustled in the sunshine.
(Complete book)
The ending feels like it will be out in a day or two. The story at the end of the book is taken from "Snow" - Sawano Hiroyuki, a piece that has a very fable-like feel.
The story of this book ends here. I am very happy to have so many friends along the way.