Star Railway: Building a Foundation from the Beginning

Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

There is no doubt that D-14134's status began to decline rapidly after the ritual began.

Before sealing the Black Shadow Monster, he had already fallen into the coffin, and he was about to close the coffin lid and be buried.

Even the veterans of a hundred battles in the galaxy, after seeing this man's lifeless resistance, couldn't help but be moved and offer their respect.

The respect for heroes and sacrifices will not change even if they leave the earth and the human race.

Any race, one civilization.

If you want to start from the most primitive form of life and land in space, you will inevitably have one trailblazer after another who ignites yourself and illuminates the secluded universe.

"Is he still alive?" someone asked.

"I don't know, but I hope he's not dead. "

"According to the standard value of human beings, the total amount of blood loss has long exceeded the danger line, and it is a miracle that he has been able to hold on until now. "

"No...... He can't die yet. Someone suddenly realized something, "He uses his heart as a cage to imprison prisoners, but if he dies like this, all the prisoners will be released, and everything he has done before will be in vain." "

"But what can he do? Even if he is not dead, how can he kill the prisoners? Don't ask too much, he has done a good job. "

“Morituritesalutant"

“Morituritesalutant"

“Morituritesalutant"

......

Beneath the endless shadows, above a surging black spray of water.

A man with a haggard face and a broken arm on his cheek drifted with the tide, he did not move, like a piece of dead wood, as if he had long since lost his life.

Another black wave rose in the sky, surging in, almost sweeping him deeper into the ocean.

At that moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and then gasped for breath, as if he had experienced a nightmare.

With his awakening, the ocean seems to have undergone some inexplicable changes.

Where is this? Am I dead......

He asked himself. 07 He doesn't seem to be dead, but he somehow came here, a world he has never heard of.

"Is it a crossing?" he grinned, but he pulled at three wounds, making the smile a little embarrassing.

The pain in the body has not abated, and the noise that stems from the deeper part of the spirit remains.

More direct evidence of this was that he still couldn't feel the severed arm that had been taken to fend off the Shadow Monster.

He took a deep breath, but he couldn't help but feel disgusted.

There was an indescribable smell in the air, neither the saltiness of seawater nor the ordinary smell of putrefaction or dampness.

It was a heavier, more oppressive smell, mixed with bitterness, cold, foul smell, sourness, etc., more memorable than the smell of an open aqua toilet, like a condensation of long-term despair and pain.

Every breath felt like he was swallowing a part of the ocean, suffocating and uncomfortable.

He tightened his eyebrows, and he noticed something unusual in the sky.

Above the dome of heaven is a deep, distorted color that seems to merge endless darkness and deep blue.

There were no stars or moons in the sky, only strange, flowing points of light that shone brighter with a richer darkness.

Around him, many noisy noises surged like real objects, full of lingering malice and evil murmurs, as if they were born with background sounds.

In this sea of malice, he was almost drowned.

At this point, D-14134 understood what it was.

This is the power that the dark shadow speaks of.

The negativity of human nature, which encompasses all evil, absorbs all light like absolute blackness, and accompanies the human species from birth to death.

He tried to open his mouth to breathe.

It seems that the novice protection period has expired, and just by opening his mouth, there is an irrepressible sharp pain and swelling in his chest.

It's as if everything in the world is pinched, folded, compressed, and then squeezed in.

For a cell to cram so many prisoners at once is far beyond its limits.

The struggling heart is like a piece of chewing gum that has been chewed a thousand times, and the bubbles that blow out have expanded to the limit, and the slightest mistake will burst open.

He jerked his hand up and slammed it his chest, as if that would stun the prisoner and strengthen his critical heart.

His body rose and fell, as if he were confronting all the malice of humanity since its birth.

This is in extreme danger, and D-14134 thinks that this is about the same as stepping on a wheelbarrow on a cliff, and that in a few minutes, or even tens of seconds, he will reach his true limit.

"You won't last long. "

The voice of the dark shadow came, and along with it came its distorted face.

"You really don't think this self-defeating solution can succeed, do you?"

"Why are you doing that?" its mocking voice rang out again.

"Just because of that agent?"

"Think clearly! He's just using you! He wants you to pay for your life!

"They don't even give you a decent name or codename, just a string of alphanumerics. "

"Do you remember your original name? "

"Does anyone else remember?"

"Yes, the Foundation has all the records. He retorted.

"When a D-Class dies, management files his number and original name. "

The shadow fell silent.

It wasn't that it had nothing to say, but it was choked by his words for a moment.

In other words, no FU*K said.

Will anyone else in this world give it the same answer except this idiot?

A string of numbers, huh, the Foundation remembers, what kind of bullshit response is this?

It's like when you can't find the answer, you forcibly find something from the corner and put it together, and pile it up with the answer sheet.

"Whether it's D-14134 or my original name, they all represent me, not anyone else. "

"That's enough for me, it's always good to have something that represents you. "

"And in a way, D-14134 is a unique name - a common name might have a duplicate name, can't it?"

He even blinked.

As the conversation progressed, his tone changed from the previous staccato to the current more and more steady.

The whole person's state also began to improve abnormally, and the confusion, torment, and whispering in those minds, as well as the unbearable expansion and tearing of the heart......

They have become less painful and seem acceptable.

Even the pain inflicted on him by the ocean beneath him, the deepest malice of humanity, was quietly waning.

This is not a miracle, D-14134 is fairly aware of it.

Back to light.

When he was at the Foundation, he had learned about this miracle of life, and he knew that it would be the last struggle of his life.

The brain gives instructions and the body synthesizes a large amount of adrenaline in exchange for a brief period of mental excitement that minimizes the perception of pain.

At the same time, all the adenosine triphosphate that originally had various planned uses in the body is consumed in a short period of time, providing a large amount of energy, so that all systems and organs of the body can quickly and vigorously move.

In other words, burn life in exchange for time in the present moment.

In medicine, more than 80% of patients who have a return to the light will die within a week, and nearly 50% of them will die within a day.

But he was in a far worse state than the patients in the hospital.

Probably......

A few minutes, or a dozen minutes?

Well...... It doesn't matter, enough is enough.

Enough for him to complete the final steps.

The voice of the dark shadow was still lingering, as if trying to make a final struggle:

"Why the hell are you doing this?!what's worth it?"

"Why?" D-14134 repeated, beginning to think hard.

"Hmm...... Just when I suddenly wanted to try to play the role of a hero on a whim?"

He laughed, as if he was amused by the statement.

"But if I had to choose, I would like to be the kind of character who can survive in the end, at least not badly. "

If given a choice, he certainly didn't want to sacrifice himself.

How can a victim sleeping in a cemetery with his name written into the Foundation compare to a living legend?

He was more fascinated by the unreturnable past and the future than the unattainable future, or the living present.

It's just that......

"But now it seems impossible, maybe I can't play the role of a hero in the first place. "

"What's more, you're more disgusting to me than the Foundation guys. "

He stared into its eyes without the slightest fear. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The two sides looked at each other for a while, and then he suddenly laughed again, laughing without pressure and with great pleasure.

Immediately, D-14134 was plunged into darkness.

The surrounding noise and sharp pain from his body began to blur, and the expressionless face of the black shadow faded away......

He opened his eyes and found himself sitting up on the floor at some point, leaning his back against the altar.

The surrounding light became more dazzling and ferocious.

The flames ignited by the high concentration of alcohol continued to consume and walk on the wooden floor, and only a small circle remained before they could occupy it.

The time to return to the light is limited, not for long.

And his condition at this time, even with the bonus of returning to the light, is quite bad, and he is on the verge of collapse at any time.

After all, the return to the light only alleviated his pain, and the one hundred and eighty guy sealed in his heart was still struggling, hoping that he would die soon.

In this rare moment of sobriety, he knew that he had reached the final end.

He stretched out his remaining arm and pulled out the gun that was hitched to his waist, the last silver bullet remaining inside.

It was right, it was a snake swallowing elephant plan, but he didn't expect to be able to carry it from the beginning.

All he wanted was that moment of respite.

He pressed the muzzle of the gun to his chest and felt the chaotic beating of his heart coming from the barrel of the gun.

......

Until this moment, no matter how dull and unaware of how to fight the anomaly and eliminate the audience of the dark shadows.

We all know what this man is going to do next.

"That's fine. "

"You can rest, D-14134"

"Ann, have a good dream. "

"May you have no more Foundations in the afterlife, and no more containments and anomalies. "

There are also some viewers with low tear points and easy to be sad, who have become tearful people.

For example, March 7.

"Woo...... Little White ......"

Holding the girl who was constantly sobbing, Bai Xuan just patted her back gently, and his arm exerted a slight force to hug her tighter.

Fortunately, the work of fighting for Fu Taibu is completed, and it is okay to delay here for a while at this time.

Bai Xuan raised his head and looked at the man with a calm face on the screen.

"Tribute to the dead. He said.

......

I'm sorry......

He wanted to say it, but the pain that spread through 033's body prevented him from opening his mouth.

I thought I could get you out of here and avoid this calamity......

I'm so sorry I put you through what hundreds of hearts should be ......

I've let you down......

I can't do anything for you right now, I can't move......

I'm going to die, and they're going to drag me to hell......

I don't want to take you with me, but I can't do much......

No, wait, maybe, I can ......

There was no hatred in his eyes, no sadness, only deep relief.

He closed his eyes and silently began to pray for his heart, thanking it for its presence, its beating, its indestructibility, and all that it had brought him.

Yes, why had he never thought about it when he prayed before, and didn't even give it a trace of thought, but only clinged to those ethereal names?

Behold, both in the time of his desolation and desolation, and in the time of his death......

It has always been determined to fulfill its duties, "plopping" and "plopping" jumping, repeating the strength and rhythm brought from birth, from one to the other......

It is more qualified than any god to receive prayers from Him......

The Holy Son is not qualified, and the Enlightened is not qualified......

The so-called "master" of the black shadow is even less qualified......

There is never such a god as high as above, and the real God is always beating in your chest......

Just believe in it, entrust your whole life to it, and it won't let you down......

There will be no mistakes......

His eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth relaxed, relieved.

Until next time......

He relaxed, leaned slowly against the altar, and took another deep breath.

Gently humming a song that I forgot my name, but suddenly remembered at this last moment.

After a few moments, the finger pulls the trigger.

Gunshots rang out, and the entire realm of death seemed to be shaken by this inconspicuous sound.

A few seconds later, a dull sound rang out, the result of a limp of the gun's hand falling to the ground.

There was a smile in the corner of his eyes, and his tightly furrowed brow was also stretched out at this time, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, outlining a vague smile.

There was no pain, no sadness, no despair, it was very peaceful, like a sweet dream.

Wait for someone to sneak into the room, tap him on the shoulder, wake him up, and tell him that there will be no more nightmares, and that there will be only eternal peace and beauty.

There are no Foundations, no anomalies, and no containment.

He grabbed his arm, pushed the door open, walked out of the farmhouse, and lay down on the endless grassland, quietly watching the sunlit world.

Under the moonlight, close your eyes, listen to the guitar music, and fall asleep to the beat of your heart.