My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 388 - 332: Swordbearer of the Dim Dawn Civilization

At this moment, the firm barrier was shattered, and all cyclic rebirths materialized once again.

It transformed into a sharp blade that could be turned over.

Its appearance was like a diary.

The train beneath people's feet was always ready to head toward dusk.

Countless doctors were grasping such a blade, keeping the train running, searching for a remedy for civilization between sanity and madness. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Now, it was Xu Xiaoyou's turn to hold this sword,

becoming the new Sword Holder.

The diary was lightweight, and due to its age, the paper was extremely rough and fragile, as if a gentle pinch could crumble it, yet it was heavy, bearing the weight of civilization.

...

A few small figures groped their way through the darkness between the pipes. The Owl walked at the front, gripping the pipe in her hand, vigilantly looking around. The Night Owl followed behind her, while the Sparrow used a homemade scanner to locate their current position, guiding the others.

The only one left was a thin girl with dark red hair who walked at the end, silent and speechless. She didn't understand the complex look the doctor gave her before falling unconscious, from which she gleaned various emotions: regret, annoyance, numbness, sorrow, loneliness.

Those emotions were too profound, still lingering in her mind even now.

She wanted to believe in the doctor,

even though he often soothed them with insincere lies for the sake of experimental progress, yet countless times, when talking about 'flowers blooming on the ruins,' his gaze was always tender and sincere.

The doctor wanted to save everyone,

and in this regard, he never lied.

As they reached the corner of the underground pipeline, they faintly heard the roaring of monsters. Looking closely ahead, they saw twisted zombies appearing and disappearing in the dense darkness.

Their entire bodies merged with the walls, large and small dark red crystals grew on their surfaces, extending to walls, floors, and ceilings, where weak red light occasionally flickered among the fibrous patterns, making the narrow passage resemble a crystalline cave.

Noticing the gaudy Red Chestnut Flower cluster under the zombie, the Owl took out a filter mask and handed it to those nearby: "Be careful, try not to inhale the pollen from these flowers."

Generally, the pollen of the Red Chestnut Flower itself does not cause infection, but the flowers growing from these zombies are highly infectious. Some malicious individuals pile up zombie corpses in strategic passages, making these lurid flowers bloom to try and block the conflict between the two major forces.

"Persistent haunting." The roar near their ears made one of the children mutter.

Everyone donned the masks and bypassed the roaring zombies, continuing to grope their way forward in the dark.

In their young hearts, they all wondered when exactly did this crisis erupt?

Before they became orphans, they had asked their parents this question and saw confusion on their parents' faces. Clearly, their parents couldn't answer this question, because these twisted creatures existed since their parents' generation could remember.

As they moved forward, the sound of flowing water echoed, and the damp moisture condensed into droplets, dripping onto the metal pipeline with a ticking sound.

The closer they got to the noble side of the carriage, the more unsettling emotions began to invade her heart. Intense fear made her chest heave violently, her pupils suddenly constricting to the size of needlepoints, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She personally killed the doctor.

Earlier scenes repeatedly replayed in her mind, bright red staining her vision.

Out of selfishness, she killed the only person who might have been able to end this disaster. Now the plague would never end; everyone on the train would have to endure suffering and torment repeatedly.

People would separate from their loved ones time and again, watching those close to them die, turning into monsters, or freezing to death in hunger and cold.

Newborns, from the moment they cried at birth, were destined to face an icy world.

Elderly couples who couldn't work would be driven from the lower carriages, eyes brimming with tears, embracing each other as they were engulfed by a tide of corpses.

All their efforts were in vain because of her selfishness.

What did she do wrong?

Because the pain was unbearable, did she make a mistake by not wanting it anymore?

Two voices within her kept alluring her.

——"You did nothing wrong; the redeemed have no right to accuse the sacrificed. Redemption is built upon sacrifice, yet no one ever cares about the feelings of those sacrificed!" The cunning Little Demon waved a pitchfork in protest.

——"On the grounds of justice, they cheer for the redemption brought to the sacrificed but criticize the resistance of those sacrificed!"

——"Xiaoli, you can't be like this, listen, quickly go back. There are still many innocent people in deep suffering." The tender little Angel waved hands like cotton candy, smiling adorably and healing.

——"They are kind-hearted, longing to break the constraints of reality, and while doing so, they warm the winter with their actions, silently praying blessings for those sacrificed."

——"Why bother with those annoying ones!"

Little Demon waved the pitchfork, piercing the little Angel's belly, pulling out the Angel's guts and heart!

——"Besides, the doctor is already dead. I hate those annoying soft-hearted ones the most!"

——"Ah——"

Xia Li watched the entire process of the Little Demon brutally killing the little Angel, her face expressionless and desolate.

Little Demon was showing off a few mosaic pieces triumphantly, kicking the little Angel's 'X_X' head into the blood-red woven goal, turning to the sky, opening his hands as if enjoying the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, then straightened his bowtie, and exited meticulously.

Xia Li's spirit was on the verge of collapse.

Who would help her make the choice,

what should she do?

...

In a luxuriously decorated carriage, a man was grooming his shiny mustache in front of the mirror embedded in the bedroom, putting on an extravagant Baroque style, lace-designed coat on his shoulders. He seemed slightly dissatisfied, adjusting the lapels and spraying some men's perfume on himself, appearing extremely well-groomed.

The man's name was Benjamin, living in the noble carriage. He didn't realize his 'noble' status because everyone around lived the same plain and monotonous life, occasionally adding a touch of romance.

"Oh yes, the kids will definitely be thirsty and tired after their journey, wanting both to drink water and eat something sweet." Remembering something, he hurriedly picked up a few bright red, glossy apples from the table, put them into a vine-woven fruit basket on the table's edge, covered it with a cloth, as if preparing a surprise.

For Benjamin, life had been long and tedious.

Three years ago, he was diagnosed infertile, unable to play with children in the park carriage or dine at the revolving restaurant, unable to lull his child to sleep with beautiful fairy tales, like those around him.

His life was filled with children's laughter, but none of those voices ran to him, healing him. So, he always sat alone in the park, enviously watching his neighbor, Mrs. Elia, who ran a nursery, taking care of many children.

He really loved children, believing they were little angels sent by heaven. Their laughter was more melodious than wind chimes, always pulling adults towards a more wonderful and interesting place, healing the world with their innocent play.

But starting today, all of that would change.

Soon, he would become a proud father.