MTL - Stone Gambler (Orc)-Chapter 92 main line appears

Vincent was stunned by Bai Zishi's tears. He didn't know why Bai was crying so sad and sad. Crying without making a sound made people feel depressed and distressed, but he just watched silently, because Bai Zishi was crying. With an invisible tension, oppressing the nerves of the bystanders, it was just a cry that belonged only to Bai himself. His eyes stared blankly at the cover of the black notebook, bursting into a trance that was free from the world, and the transparent tears flowed along Watching his beautiful side face slide down quietly, like a silent sacrifice.

At this moment, Vincent, who was obviously Bai's partner, felt that he had lost the right to comfort him. No, no one had the right to do so. The feeling of being rejected outside the Bai world was very uncomfortable, and he couldn't help frowning severely. However, Bai didn't cry for too long, he raised his sleeve and wiped his tears fiercely, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Open it, let's see what's inside." While speaking, Bai Zishi's voice was mixed with an excited trill, this totem made a secret place in his heart come alive. There are too many similarities between this planet and the earth. Developing devices, recorders, communicators, school classifications, computers, cars...all of these have become a platform for Bai Zishi to successfully integrate into Boya.

It's not that I haven't thought about why this is. They are obviously not in the same time and space. Why is the development here so similar to that of the earth? But his hidden guesses are really shocking, and there has been no direct evidence to prove that another fellow countryman has been to this world, and he has not even left any obvious traces until he saw this notebook today. Bai Zishi had a hunch that he would definitely find the answer here.

Vincent opened the notebook, and a black object fell out. Bai Zishi picked it up. It was a smaller black notebook with the same cover as the one in Vincent's hand. The two looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes. Why did Olivan David hide such a note in his notebook?

With doubts, Bai Zishi opened the title page, and with just one glance, he exclaimed as if struck by lightning. The same sentence was written in Chinese and English on the already somewhat yellowed title page --- to fellow villagers from the same earth.

Bai Zishi couldn't help stretching out his fingers to rub the long-lost square font. Although these words were not pretty, Bai Zishi cherished them like an antique painting from the celestial dynasty. Carefully turning a page with his fingers, the content inside is also written in Chinese, Bai Zishi carefully reads ---

‘My name is Wei Zijin, and I was a soldier. I was born in an obscure city in China in 1974 and died of cancer in 2012. I have always believed in reincarnation. When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had become a baby. I felt that I was reincarnated, although I still had the memory of the previous life.

This world is strange and backward, just like the primitive people described in history. My home is in a tribe with a population of less than a hundred people. People live by hunting, but unfortunately---the beasts here are stronger than people. The population of the tribe gradually decreased, and we had to integrate into the larger tribe.

However, when I was able to walk upright, I was horrified to find that this was no longer the earth, and I couldn't go home. Also, there are no women on this planet, the man I think was invited to take care of me was my mother, they are called Abba here. And what's more unfortunate is that I'm equivalent to 'woman' here. I endured the environment here, adapted to the environment here, helped improve the conditions at home, and even the safety of the tribe. But I found that no matter how much effort and contribution I have made, in the eyes of the people here, I am still a "cargo". The contribution of the sub-orc people is a matter of course.

This is a kind of oppression, a kind of oppression formed out of the force of life. It's not that I don't understand, I just can't accept it. I want to change, I have to change, I can't stand being at the mercy of others for my life. '

Bai Zishi read it intently. He didn't believe that the fellow left this notebook for hundreds of years and only talked about his own situation. He turned a page -----

'I'm coming of age and it's not good news for me, it means I have to have a partner - a husband. I am a man! This made me restless, and I started getting headaches that were unbearable. My family thought I had some strange disease, they tried many ways, but they never abandoned me. It made me feel better.

A week after the pain started, I started seeing some blurry images. It's fragmentary, and I don't know what to say. They popped into my head and my headache seemed to ease a little. A month later, I have seen quite a coherent picture, and I was surprised to find that I may have a very remarkable ability --- I saw a part of the future. '

After reading this, Bai Zishi couldn't help exclaiming, it turned out to be true, those legends, the legend about Olivier David, he could really see the future! No wonder he left six notebooks, each with a date! He can see the future and knows the abdication and succession of the city lord!

Unable to wait to scroll down, Bai Zishi felt that the answer to the mystery was about to be solved——

‘I have spent a lot of effort and finally mastered my ability, but I have to pay some price. Relying on him, I found the rough jadeite. In my previous life, I was ordered to protect a geologist who went to Myanmar and he taught me a lot about wool. I was very interested and learned a lot. This knowledge gives me hope.

The power of emerald helped the orcs in the tribe evolve. What's even better is that the wool can only be touched by sub-orcs. I thank God and think that the day for sub-orcs to stand up is coming. However, I underestimated the power of tradition. The suborcs became coolies, including me. It was not a good time, and I don't want to spend words to describe it.

The intense oppression cost many lives, including my Abba. We can't let the situation continue to deteriorate. Fortunately, there are voices of resistance among the orcs. I jumped at the chance.

This is an uphill struggle. I think you can see this from the history of Yacheng. I don't want to recall that tragic war. In short, Yacheng was established, and I served as the city lord. There were more than 10,000 sub-orcs in the sub-city in the early days of its establishment, and almost every one of them was scarred. I led them on a path of opposition to the orcs, so this is my responsibility, and I have an obligation to take it up.

Yacheng has become a city of pure Asian orcs. We have spent a lot of effort to build a solid wall and become a place for the exchange of emeralds. Give emeralds to other tribes, they feed us. Yacheng has experienced several crises that almost broke the city, but we withstood it. Despite the gradual discovery of sapphire, yuhua stone, and other evolutionary stones, the power of emerald kept us in stock.

This is not the result I want. I want the Asian orcs to live better! I predicted the future, left a bloodline, appointed each successor and left all the advice I could give. The limit of my ability is in the seventh term of city director of Yacheng. At one point I was so frustrated I wanted to stay more. Because I know that the emerald mine will gradually dry up in the future-there is a law above this area. My ability makes me feel this clearly, just like the way of heaven in Chinese mythology. All things are in balance. Orcs can evolve, and sub-orcs hold one of their lifelines. However, when the sub-orc man's status reaches a certain height, more than he should be, then the balance will come.

Just then, I saw you. The picture on the face is very blurry, but I saw you coming to Boya through the air. You will have a deep bond with one of my descendants, and you also have very special abilities. Although I can't see you clearly, I know how to recognize you.

I don't know if you still want to go back to Earth. But I have to tell you that I never gave up the hope of returning to my home planet, but I couldn't go back until I died. It's not that I didn't find a way, but the way is not artificially achievable, breaking the laws above my head, That is, the broken emptiness in mythology.

You can only live here.

The situation in Yacheng is very dangerous. The emerald mines are gradually drying up, and I think the top ten tribes must be desperately looking for new mine sources. Heh... This is a waste of effort, the only place to evolve emeralds is Yacheng. The fighting power of the orcs has improved too fast in the past few hundred years. The genes of the descendants have been strengthened generation by generation, and the beasts are at an absolute disadvantage. Even without emeralds, the orcs can still improve themselves by relying on training.

The balance of law is everywhere, and the beast is also a part of the continent. This is a crisis for Yacheng, but also an opportunity for Yacheng. These are all things that the city lord needs to worry about. What I want you to do is another thing - once the emerald mines are exhausted, the stone gamblers will face destruction.

But take it easy. There will be no evolutionary emeralds, but there are still emerald mines, but there is no power to evolve the orcs. You know, emeralds are an expensive luxury on Earth -- the stone gambling industry is still thriving. I think you should understand that I know you are a carver. I hope you can re-develop the jadeite jewelry industry in Yacheng. For specific matters, the City Lord will make further arrangements. In the previous notes I didn't mention any trace of the luxury industry, I think you know what I mean.

Of course, it's up to you to do it or not.

My fellow countryman, I wish you a happy life.

Wei Zi Jin on’