Chapter 1: Ten Years of Suffering in the World
Darkness gradually erodes the last bits of light in front of you.
Every inch of skin is feeling the coldness coming from all around.
This is an unusual kind of coldness. Zhao Qi knows very well that it is Yin Qi.
Since the strange resurgence and the arrival of demons, Yin Qi has begun to fill every inch of the human world.
Where Yin Qi exists, it means evil spirits are rampant.
In the confrontation with the demon, any carelessness may lead to death, so in this darkness, Zhao Qi was so cautious that he even slowed down his breathing consciously.
He didn't know where he was, but in the five years he had been dealing with demons, Zhao Qi had watched familiar people die one by one.
This made Zhao Qi no longer afraid of death, and even death was more like a relief to him.
But as a general in the human camp, Zhao Qi does not allow himself to die in such a confused way. At least in his opinion, there are still many things that have not been done at the moment.
"Buzz..."
A burst of tinnitus came, and Zhao Qi suddenly felt dizzy.
Then in this endless darkness, a white light appeared, dispelling the darkness, and at the same time, it became more and more dazzling.
When the white light gradually covered Zhao Qi's body, the ringing in his ears gradually subsided, replaced by a familiar old voice.
“Myth is the explanation and explanation of the natural or social phenomena observed or experienced by ancient humans, but this explanation has been processed by fantasy and became imaginary real life.
Myths can reflect national characteristics from a side perspective, which everyone should have experienced in many myths and legends..."
As the light dissipated, Zhao Qidu was stunned by what he saw.
The history book with many traces of pictures; the familiar young and immature face beside me; and the podium , the stern but calm old professor in his memory was no stranger to him. In other words, this environment made him feel a sense of familiarity that he had not seen for a long time. I spent four years like this, because this was clearly my former college classroom.
The old professor is currently teaching a history class, and he happened to mention the role that myths and legends play in history, and the significance of their existence.
This made Zhao Qi feel confused in his mind.
How is this possible?
College class?
He observed the surroundings without any trace. Whether it was his classmates or the professor on the podium, they were all the same as he remembered them.
But now after so many years, everything is completely different. Even among these people, Zhao Qi also saw people who unfortunately lost their lives in the demon war.
This is indeed the classroom in memory, but this...
Zhao Qi frowned slightly, and many guesses emerged in his mind.
Could it be that I was possessed by a demon’s illusion?
There are many demons who are good at using illusions. Once lost in illusions, they are likely to be trapped there forever.
But this scene didn't look like an illusion, and no fluctuations in Yin Qi were detected.
Could it be said that... I was reborn?
Zhao Qi touched his pocket, and then took out his mobile phone and took a look.
【July 19, 2023】
Now, it is actually 2023?
There are still ten years before the demon comes...
2033...
For humans, this year is like the end of the world pronounced by God.
All the demons and monsters that originally existed only in legends began to enter the world from unknown places with the revival of Yin Qi.
Yin Qi is raging, hundreds of ghosts are walking at night, the moon turns scarlet, and mankind has also encountered an unprecedented major crisis.
It was okay at the beginning, it was relatively safe during the day, but at night the doors and windows were blocked early, so no one dared to set foot on the night road.
But as the Yin Qi becomes more and more rampant, within a few years, humans will have to be on guard even during the day.
Ghosts are rampant and demons are rampant. Their numbers are increasing. In just one year, the number of human deaths has reached a record high in recent years.
Some people have lost hope for the future and hanged themselves on the beams of their homes, not knowing that even after death, they will rarely rest in peace.
Those humans who still had a strong will to survive struggled to resist under the official organization and continued to flee. Five years later, only three human strongholds remained from the original thirty-two.
In the past ten years, out of a population of more than one billion, only a few hundred thousand people are still hanging on.
Humanity has lost its homeland, and war songs composed of blood and tears are performed almost every day on this land.
In order to cover the evacuation of others, the soldiers used their bodies to form a line of defense.
The scholars are constantly changing their hiding places, just to develop ways to resist the demons.
These are five years of despair, and also five years when people say that God is blind.
And Zhao Qi, carrying this despair and loneliness, led the last team to the end, until the world was annihilated, everything was reduced to ashes, and everything came to an end...
But at this time!
Looking at everything in front of me, everything is calm and routine, without waves, but full of warmth.
Everything that emerged from Zhao Qi’s chest was hope!
The tragedy of the past was still vivid in his mind, making Zhao Qi a little distracted.
But, ten years later, it will all happen again!
"No!" "Although it's only ten years."
"But I still have a chance..."
Zhao Qi's eyes A look of perseverance flashed through him. In the five years since the demon came, Zhao Qi had been wandering on the edge of life and death every day.
He has witnessed many human sufferings and has also seen tragic songs of blood and tears.
At this moment, he realized what he was reborn for!
“But what should I do to prevent the demon from coming?”
Zhao Qi was a little confused, and suddenly found that even if he was reborn, he was still powerless and could only wait silently for ten years. Coming?
But at this moment, he suddenly froze, turned around inadvertently, and his back touched the backpack placed behind him.
There seemed to be something very hard inside, which made Zhao Qi's back hurt.
With doubts, Zhao Qi turned around and opened his backpack, and took out a scroll-shaped thing from it, with a very rough stone outer layer.
"This is..."
At this moment, a scene flashed in Zhao Qi's mind.
It was the last battle before death, and also the last lonely journey. He led the last team of survivors and passed by an abandoned old museum. He picked up this scroll-like thing inside, with only Three words: The list of gods!
But Zhao Qi didn't think much about it at the time and threw it away casually, because in the years since the demons came, humans have been confused.
In the beginning, when humans saw the arrival of demons, they were still hoping that gods would come to the world to save the world. But with humanity on the verge of extinction, people have become disillusioned.
There are obviously demons and demons in the world who know magical powers, but why are there no gods or gods?
Therefore, Zhao Qi was very disdainful of this mythical ‘Bang of Gods’ and threw it away casually.
But now, how come this thing is in my hands?
It was reborn with me?
Zhao Qi sat in the corner of the classroom, no one noticed him.
At this moment, I looked at the list of gods in my hand in astonishment. This thing didn't look big, but it was really heavy.
Just when Zhao Qi's hand touched the rough stone material on the outer layer, a tingling pain came from his fingertips and went straight to the bottom of his heart.
"Hiss..."
As the so-called ten fingers connect to the heart, Zhao Qi immediately retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.
However, during this process, a drop of blood came out of the wound on his finger and fell on the list of gods.
“Crack!”
Before Zhao Qi could check the wound on his hand, cracks began to appear in the outer stone of the Fengshen Bang.
Then, the drop of blood quickly disappeared, as if it had been absorbed.
"This..."
Zhao Qi's eyes widened and he looked at the list of gods in his hand in astonishment. The stone material was falling off bit by bit.
The next moment, Zhao Qi felt a lightness in his body. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had arrived in a strange space that he had never seen before.
There is nothing in this space, only a scroll emitting golden light in mid-air.
The scroll slowly opened in the golden light. When Zhao Qi approached, the golden light condensed some words.
"The way of heaven is clear, and it has its own way. Chaos is coming, and the position of gods is in vain."
"Those who hold this list will have to fulfill the destiny of heaven. Confer gods to the list and protect Tiangang!"
>Eight sentences came into Zhao Qi's eyes, and he felt a warm current in his mind.
These eight words are not obscure and difficult to understand, and there is a sense of consciousness that allows Zhao Qi to instantly understand the function of this object - to become a god again and protect the world!
In an instant, Zhao Qi received a lot of information from the list of gods. When he knew it all, the blood called "hope" in his heart began to ignite and boil!
"I'm back in 2023."
"There are still ten years to go..."
"Everything has not started yet."
"I still have a chance!"
“There is still a chance in the world!”
"There is still hope for mankind!"
Looking at these golden writings in front of him, the hope that had long been buried in Zhao Qi's heart was rekindled.
The future of mankind is not destined, at least now Zhao Qi knows that everything can be changed.
Prosperous cities will no longer become devastated, and humans will no longer need to abandon their homes and run around.
Zhao Qi came back to his senses and escaped from the unknown space, and the list of gods seemed to be ordinary again.
He picked up the pen on the table with trembling hands.
In his memory, he had not touched this thing for a long time.
With rapid breathing, Zhao Qi recalled those people who had died fighting to continue the human fire.
I recall in my mind their deafening cries before they died:
“The world is bright and the fire will never go out!”
The scenes of the past came to mind one by one. Zhao Qi wrote a few big characters on the white paper with a pen as sharp as a knife!
“The Heavenly Prison in the Human World, the Era of the Gods!”
(End of this chapter)