Yes, change!
Everything was changing. Were humans so special that they wouldn't change? The answer was, of course, no.
That night, humans were also changing.
Once you experienced that feeling once, you would never forget it for the rest of your life.
Everything started with your eyes. You would suddenly realize that everything around you had slowed down, but in reality, you had become faster.
Then, you would feel your body expand, and you would feel a surge of energy that had to be vented. When you kicked away a rat that attacked you, you would be shocked to see it fall apart in front of your eyes.
However, under normal circumstances, shouldn't it be difficult for a normal person to deal with a dog?
You would find it hard to believe, but in the next second, you would easily dodge a piece of debris blown by the hurricane …
I was a changer, and I had experienced it all myself.
However, you wouldn't feel joy. When you realized that the foundation of all these changes was built on the Great Destruction, you would only feel sorrow in your heart.
And my sorrow happened in the next moment.
The earthquake continued, shaking once every few minutes. This time, the tremor caused a metal frame beside me and her to collapse. We had to separate our hands that were holding each other's hands and dodge the metal frame …
However, no one would have thought that once we let go, it would be an eternal separation.
The metal frame dodged, but the three giant rats that were hiding behind her rushed out!
Look, I thought I had become Superman, and I could escape with her, but I didn't.
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I originally wanted to be a true recorder. I wanted this diary to be passed down in the future, so that the future generations of humans could see how our civilization was overturned from the perspective of someone who had experienced it personally. Think about how fragile we are in the vast universe.
Unfortunately, I couldn't escape the shackles of my emotions. I couldn't record the cruelty at the last moment and all the cruelties that followed.
For example, I cried in the ruins. Even if I had become Superman, I couldn't find any trace of my parents.
I was their son. Even if I was useless, I couldn't stop the death brought by the moment of the disaster.
Why did it become an extravagant hope for me to even pick up a handful of soil and send them off?
The words were calm, but tears were surging in my eyes. I had no tears to shed. They were dry, but my eyes were stinging.
I have exhausted all my strength to describe the moment of disaster.
However, even though he was enduring the pain of his memories, his thoughts were still in a mess. His memories weren't even a fraction of what had happened back then, and his description was only the tip of the iceberg.
But if someone in the future saw this diary, what would they think of?
Don't be afraid, just guess boldly.
You will think the same as me, that this is a conspiracy with an unknown purpose.
From the Purple Moon, to the meteor shower, to the beast calamity, to the natural disaster … Everything seemed to have been premeditated and unfolded abruptly.
Isn't that right? If I thought about it carefully, I would discover traces of 'human intervention.' If the mastermind behind all of this was an intelligent creature, then I would call him a human.
They purposefully destroyed the weapons and even organized the mutated creatures. Then, they used some unknown method to trigger a natural disaster.
I'm not saying all this because I've been provoked and I'm just spouting nonsense.
Destroying weapons would not be so purposeful and targeted if one did not have the intelligence.
There were other survivors who had seen humanoid monsters with their own eyes. What were they?
As for natural disasters? It was very strange. It was very violent, but the degree of control was just right so that it wouldn't cause complete destruction.
At least superhumans could avoid it, like me.
Then, I got some news. The destruction did not start from that night.
It started a few days before that night.
A rat calamity, a bug calamity, and so on, destroyed some small towns.
However, the disaster did not happen in Huaxia, which was densely populated. Instead, it happened in other continents that were sparsely populated. In order to prevent panic, some of the truth was suppressed.
Now, everything was exposed.
Everyone sighed.
It felt like they were experimenting with a small town and when the Purple Moon rose, they started to act.
The conspiracy was so heavy that people could not help but think about it.
Even so, I still did not think it was a destruction. If it was a destruction, all they had to do was a little more violent and mankind would fall into a state of eternal damnation.
Couldn't they have been more violent? Was that the limit? No, no one thought so. Judging from the methods that the mastermind behind all of this, they could have done it.
Besides, all the disasters were concentrated on that night. After that, everything calmed down, but everything was still changing.
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In the past half a year, I've been through a lot of pain.
People say that time can bury wounds and take away everything. I admit that time can take away everything, but it can't bury the wounds.
At least, my wounds have started to scab, but underneath the scab, there is still flesh and blood.
My words were calm and couldn't describe even a millionth of the pain.
Sometimes, I wanted to give up and go into a deep sleep, immersing myself in the dream of civilization and never wake up again.
Nowadays, everything was difficult. It was as difficult as a primitive man facing this planet. The only difference was that everything around him was a little scary and unfamiliar.
However, I still have to live. At this point, everyone who survived knew that living had become a mission for mankind. It was a mission to continue living.
Therefore, I can only look for the past in my dreams.
Tonight, I still want to dream.
If I can see someone I know, and if I'm lucky, I can see my parents or her. I want to tell them a piece of good news.
I've become a Purple Moon Warrior.
In this era, the superhumans who survived were given a new title — Purple Moon Warriors.
They were the warriors who persevered and fought under the demonic Purple Moon!
I've become one of them. With that in mind, I feel strong and determined.
If I can live long enough, I want to be an observer of the era. I want to record the beginning of the world, the hardships, and the struggles of every day …
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"Huuu …" Tang Ling looked up and slammed the book shut as he panted heavily.
His body was not tired at all. A set of body techniques and a gentle medicinal bath had eliminated his fatigue.
However, his heart was so heavy that he could barely breathe.
Tang Ling thought he was a calm person. Sometimes, he was even cold-blooded, but somehow, when he saw the truth of the end of the era, he felt like he was dragged into it and could not extricate himself.
Did this sensitivity belong to him? Tang Ling was confused. It was as if he cared about all these things from the bottom of his heart. Was it because of his lost memories?
The Purple Moon Chronicles was actually very thick. It even recorded some important things about the Purple Moon Era.
For example, the true definition of a Purple Moon Warrior and the differences between each rank.
What were the other occupations? Where did the super technology come from? And so on and so forth.
However, Tang Ling was not in the mood to read anymore.
He looked up at Boss Huang, and the latter was also looking at him. His gaze was as deep as the abyss as if it contained countless secrets.
However, Tang Ling felt like the gaze somehow resonated with his heart.
At that very moment, Tang Ling had a feeling that Boss Huang must know more about the truth.
He wiped the water and sweat off his face and asked in a heavy voice, "Boss, is this a conspiracy?"
"Yes," Boss Huang answered without hesitation.
Was the change of the era really a conspiracy? Who did it? Who had a pair of invisible hands that could topple the world?
"Aliens?" Tang Ling raised a brow.
"Bullsh * t," Boss Huang replied. He was not joking.
"It's not? Then, who is it? Why did they destroy it? Isn't it cruel? Why? "Tang Ling jumped up from the wooden tub in excitement.
"Who is it?" Boss Huang also stood up and slowly walked to the window. He gazed at the dark sea in the distance without saying a word.
The light from the smoking pipe flickered, and the rising smoke almost enveloped Boss Huang.
"Don't you get it? The diary clearly stated that it's not destruction.
As for who it is, would you believe me if I told you it's one of us? " Boss Huang's tone suddenly turned frivolous, but he did not look at Tang Ling. Instead, he stared out the window.
A mouthful of blood was stuck in Tang Ling's throat, and he almost spat it out! Boss Huang might as well not have answered at all. It would only confuse Tang Ling even more.
It was then that Boss Huang turned around to Tang Ling with a stern gaze. "You want to know the truth of the world? Do you think you have the right to do so?
Discussing this with you is like talking to an ant that wants to save the world. It's as funny as talking to you.
I didn't say I want to save the world, "Tang Ling grumbled.
"Shut up. Since you don't want to save the world, it doesn't matter what truth you know. A man can live a long life because he or she has to restrain their curiosity when necessary.
"If I were you, I'd read the rest of 'The Purple Moon Chronicles' seriously. I think it's more practical for you."
"Look at you now. I don't think you even know what a Rank 1 Purple Moon Warrior is. What kind of standard are you using to measure yourself? You don't know anything, yet you provoked so many people out of nowhere. You've been through so many battles, but you're lucky. "Boss Huang interrupted Tang Ling and went on to say something else.
Tang Ling's face turned uglier by the second. "You know who I am?"
"You are Tang Ling, aren't you?" Boss Huang spat a ring of smoke and looked at Tang Ling. "Do you think you're an idiot, or do you think I'm an idiot?"
As he spoke, Boss Huang quickly ran to the desk and took out several newspapers from the drawer at the corner of the desk. He then tossed them at Tang Ling's face.
"That lousy disguise of yours can't fool my eyes." Boss Huang was no longer agitated as he spoke. Instead, he showed a cunning smile.
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