“I laid on the oversized wedding dress and cried and fainted at the door of the post office. Elena raised her head and her gaze drifted away. “When I woke up, I thought this was the darkest moment that war could bring me.”
“But everything that followed told me it was much more than that.”
Elena raised her hand, wiped her tears with her palm, took a deep breath, and continued: “Later, Alex and I had no contact for a while, until I heard someone say that the commander of that war had many tanks and artillery dispatched and transported from our town to the front line.”
“I realized that a big war was about to start, so I wrote to Alex again to make sure of his safety and try to persuade him not to participate in this dangerous war.”
Elena covered her face with wrinkled hands, her voice hoarse:
“I waited for a long time, waiting anxiously at the post office day and night, but still didn’t receive a reply from Alex until the day before the war.”
“That one, one…”
Her voice broke, as if she couldn’t pronounce the letter’s name.
While listening to Elena’s words, Bai Liu continued to search for letters. He once again saw the letter Alex sent to Elena.
This is a long letter, a family letter that arranges the afterthcoming, and a desperate suicide note.[To Elena:
I shouldn’t have written this letter to you, but after thinking about it again and again, it seems that besides you, there is no one else I can confide in about my funeral affairs.
It’s so wonderful to say, Elena, little girl, that I’ve never met you, and yet you’ve enjoyed a nominal fiancé-couple relationship with me, survived the death of the person I loved most, and accompanied my parents through the most difficult of years.
If nothing else happens, you will have to witness my death next.
It’s selfish and self-serving that you’ve been through all the great things in my life, yet I’ve yet to meet you once in person, have always rejected your existence, and in the end have to tell you, the stranger I know best, the most important thing about me before I die.
But there’s no way around it. You’re the only person I’ve ever willed to die without feeling guilty, I guess.
I know that my death will not make you too sad, but will only completely free you from this marriage relationship that should not exist in the first place.
Only with you can I realize that my death may be a good thing for someone, and I feel more calm and proud of myself.
Next I will confess to you all the mistakes I have made in my life.
I spent my whole life trying to save everyone around me, but in the end no one was saved.
I invented a potion that could freeze death, but everyone rushing to die didn’t say hello to me in advance and instead said, Hey, Alex, I’m going to die, remember to freeze my death. ṞᴀΝộＢЕs̈
I could only helplessly cover their bleeding wounds, break down and cry, begging them to stay for even a second, and finally carry their bodies back feebly, sitting there until dawn, waiting for the next round of death.
The lake of death named Pluto must have found it hilarious that I was trying to prevent it from coming to earth.
I kept, kept, and frantically tried to improve my potions, but no matter how I slowed down their death, death would eventually come. All I did was make them suffer a little longer before death.
When they are in extreme pain and despair, they will quietly and with tears beg me to let them die easily.
Because even if they survive, they are likely to die in the next round of offensive and defensive battles.
Sometimes I ask myself, is my selfish desire to leave these people alive and tortured in this war more cruel than letting them die?
Am I wrong?
Elena, I have never wanted to reply to your letter because I cannot face the ubiquitous name in your letter – Guy.
Guy did not die on the battlefield. I lied about his death and used my status as a sweeper to secretly transport his “body” to my pharmacy laboratory.
I devoted everything I had to saving him, and he miraculously revived. I swear when I saw him open his eyes, I even wanted to thank the evil god for a moment.
Whichever god it was, I wanted to thank him for sending Guy back to me.
I want you to be honest. My potion originally did not have such a strong effect, but my experiments in this place are limited and I cannot get sufficient experimental supplies like those on university campuses. I can only use some locally produced experimental potions as materials.
Most of the experimental chemicals were of poor quality, causing the experiment to fail, but there was one strange thing that worked wonders – a strange paint.
This kind of paint is used by the natives here to smear on the statues of evil gods. It is a flammable oil-like texture. When I was short of oil-based solvents, my superiors collected half a jar of this kind from a captured native. The red paint came out and was sent to my lab as a replacement oil solvent.
Although this stuff looked sticky and weird, like human blood after melting oil, I didn’t have any other choice.
But the addition of this paint produced an incredible change – it made Guy, whose heart had stopped beating for half a minute when he entered my laboratory, come back to life.
I simply couldn’t believe what I saw, and I even felt that my desire to resurrect Guy was too strong and led to some self-deceptive hallucination.
But Guy is indeed improving day by day, or in other words, using improvement to describe his entire recovery process is not accurate. Combining my clinical and microscopic observations, I can come to a conclusion that you will definitely think I am crazy——
——Time is running backwards for Guy.
His fallen skin reglued, his broken bones healed again, and even his nails and hair that grew after death were shortened.
This is not something that humans can do at all. This is the realm of gods. Even God does not have such ability.
From the moment I arrived here and learned that the reason why these ignorant and ugly natives launched the war was actually the so-called evil god’s oracle, I hated the so-called evil god deeply.
And all along, I thought that this evil god was a symbol fabricated by the natives to explain things they couldn’t understand and to express their anger that they couldn’t dispatch. It was an illusory and evil image.
But when Guy sat up again, opened his eyes, smiled confusedly and asked me why he was in my laboratory, I closed my eyes and hugged him tightly.
If this is the work of the evil god, then I can understand why the natives are crazy because of the evil god.
When Guy woke up, he forgot everything that had happened in the past seven days – sneak attacks on innocent villages, killing children and women in neutral zones, and being shot dead after his rebellion.
Everything, he couldn’t remember anything.
I carefully hid him in the laboratory, almost anxiously waiting for the war to come, but before the war came, Guy still got the information he wanted from a recruit who came to clean the laboratory.
He knew what had happened in the past seven days, and he also knew that the commander would summon enough artillery fire to launch the final battle – to blow up all the native habitats and the natives inside, as well as all surrounding neutral areas where the natives might flee.
Although this neutral zone did not participate in the war from beginning to end, and most of them were women and children, the commander felt that this kind of indigenous people with despicable beliefs must be exterminated, and they should not be left with any chance to reproduce and share resources with us.
You can predict what Guy will do.
Guy went to assassinate the commander without hesitation. After the failure, he was blasted into a gun board full of holes by hundreds of guns, and burned to ashes by a flamethrower.
When I arrived at the scene, nothing was left.
I told the soldier on guard that I was on duty for him, and then I naturally stood alone all night at the place where Guy was burned to death leaving black marks, letting my tears fall numbly in the dark night.
Elena, do you know what I saw that night?
I saw cannons as thick as a child’s waist constantly being brought here, cold tanks, soldiers ready to go, and the eyes of the crowd filled with blood-red anger, fear, or greed.
At that moment, I realized that no matter how powerful the potion I invented, I still couldn’t save anyone from this war.
People who want to kill others will still kill others, and people who don’t want to kill will want to avoid dying painfully because they are unwilling to kill.
There seems to be a natural food chain between these two types of people, running endlessly.
Even the ability to resurrect the dead and reverse time seems to be unable to change the outcome of this war.
So I filled out the form to sign up for the commando team, and I wanted to go deep into the rainforest to meet the evil god who gave me the ability to realize my desires——
——Ask him what he needs to do to give everyone a lasting ending in this war.
For this, I am willing to give everything.
Elena, if I don’t come back after this war, please forgive me for selfishly entrusting my parents to you. Please take care of them until you reach adulthood, and then go pursue your own life.
—-Alex.]
“This is the last letter I received from Alex.” Elena whispered with trance-like eyes. “The next day, the war broke out.”
“I still can’t forget that war. The artillery fire shook the small town where I lived. Ash fell off the walls. Plates and wine glasses were shattered on the floor. Planes were flying around outside the window. Everyone was scared. Huddled together at home, I hid under the bed and could see the fire flickering in the distance.”
Elena was silent for a few seconds: “The artillery fire lasted for three days. On the evening of the third day, the town where the soldiers were stationed where the weapons were stored was attacked by the natives. The natives sprinkled the weapons with a magical red paint. “It ended up causing a huge explosion.”
“After the explosion subsided, there was no movement in the town and rainforest that was blasted through. It wasn’t until half a month later that someone came to take over.” Elena looked at Bai Liu, “You said you were Alex’s comrade but that is impossible.”
“Because there were no survivors in that war.”
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