Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 805 - 260: The Greatest Invention of the 21st Century—Mewtwo

Fight for the liberation of all mankind.

The ten simple, direct words brought a soul-deep tremor to David.

What kind of person, what kind of event could be worthy of these ten words?

The story in the book takes place in a small town in Ukraine after the end of World War I. The protagonist is named Pavel Korchagin. He was reprimanded for questioning the knowledge of God creating the world as taught by a priest, which differed from what his teacher taught. In revenge, he put ashes in the Easter bread, angering the priest and getting expelled.

For some reason, David saw a reflection of his past self in him; the same single-parent family, the same poverty, the same defiance of school discipline, a love of fighting, a disdain for the children of wealthy families...

Can someone like me also become a legend?

David read quickly, his cybernetic eyes scanning at high speed so he wouldn't miss a single word, yet many parts of the book perplexed him, like what the White Army and the Red Army and the Bolsheviks were, and why Germany and Poland wanted to fight Ukraine...

Fortunately, there was someone nearby patiently explaining the terms David didn't understand, so he could continue reading little by little.

The experience of reading a physical book was entirely different from Mewtwo, the scene descriptions in the text were not as directly impactful as dynamic visuals, nor as invigorating as Mewtwo's sensory engagement, but the blanks left in the text gave David plenty of room for imagination.

He felt as though he had arrived in that simple town, merging with the young man named Pavel, returning to that chaotic, tumultuous era.

Stealing a German officer's pistol from the barracks, meeting the beautiful girl Tonia, risking capture and imprisonment by attacking the White Army to rescue Zhukhray...

Goodness, it seemed like something David himself would do.

David could assure that if he were to switch places with Pavel, he too would do those seemingly rebellious things, and that snitching rich kid Victor was just as detestable as Tanaka in his class.

Such an immersive feeling was an experience David never had with the forced mind-driving Mewtwo. A new world was opening up to him.

And the increasingly mature, increasingly steadfast image of Pavel Korchagin, who was growing ever distant from David himself, made him understand why this man could be called a legend by the Red Killer Demon, and why the title of the book was How the Steel Was Tempered.

Pavel's revolutionary will was so resolute and fervent that even if it was his own life and body being consumed, he would not hesitate to struggle against the stubborn White Army, against the corrupt within the party, and against the pains of his own illness, as though nothing could defeat him.

Those easily obtainable positions and power seemed like mere dirt to him.

Yet such a person had none of the fortune found in Mewtwo of turning danger into safety; poverty, illness, and ostracism and criticism from colleagues, Tonia's lack of understanding, it was as if misfortune clung to this man. His short life was so unlucky, leading to paralysis and blindness before he reached thirty.

Having become accustomed to the short, quick thrill brought by Mewtwo, David found it hard to accept why good people in this book did not receive good endings. Why were there no prosthetics in that era?

If his injuries could be healed, this iron-like man could achieve so much more, for there were still so many poor waiting for Pavel's help, so many enemies yet to fall.

But when Pavel came to the suburban park to give up on suicide and interrogate himself, David understood. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

It was precisely the cruelty of fate and the brevity of life that made this man's iron-like will all the more precious, and it was his noble will that highlighted the despicableness and baseness of those opportunists.

He might die, but his indomitable iron will lived longer than all the vile survivors in the world.

"Does this person... really exist?"

David closed the book, unable to calm his heart for a long time.

By comparison, even the most glorious achievements of Johnny Silverhand seemed slight.

"Of course he exists, and he had many comrades fighting alongside him."

The Red Killer Demon said so.

"But why... is there still a Night City?"

David didn't understand, if someone like Pavel really existed, then why was the world still as it is?

Why could such heroic resistance and loyal revolutionaries like Pavel not change the world?

"If even Pavel couldn't change the world, then who can?"

"There's still you, David."

The Red Killer Demon slowed down his voice, as the son of Gloria, a rebellious young man full of vigor, he was more suitable than anyone else.

"Don't forget, Pavel was initially just a poor kid like you; nobility of will and character does not depend on birth."

"Pavel could be from the industrial housing of Santo Domingo, from a basement in the Kabuki District, or from the shantytowns of Taiping Continent and Watson District."

"Don't lose heart over a temporary failure, David."

"Thoreau once said that most people live in quiet desperation, so don't fall into this state, David, you must break through

[It's not too late to seek a newer world]

[I am determined to sail beyond the sunset]

[Though we no longer have the power we once had to move heaven and earth]

[We still carry the same heroic hearts]