This damned world was doomed!
Rorschach roared angrily in his heart when he saw the dazzling sparks in front of him.
The sparks of life were dazzling and glorious. The more powerful the life form was, the more it would shake people's hearts. But when Cape Town's city lord Sydeon was transformed into the sparks of life right in front of everyone's eyes, everyone had an awkward expression that said, "Are you kidding me?"
"A substitute?"
Sydeon's subordinates shook their heads blankly. Not long ago, they had just witnessed Sydeon displaying his excellent combat techniques and vigorous fighting spirit.
"A scheme?"
Sydeon shook his head again. What kind of scheme would make the most important city lord become a sacrifice?
A suffocating silence appeared, and the situation became incredibly awkward.
"Sydeon hasn't been in a good mood lately …"
This sounded like an excuse, but upon closer consideration, it was a scheme. Yet, it was reality.
Sydeon had gone from an ordinary engineer to the ruler of a country. His perseverance and willpower were astonishing. He had been in the military for several decades, and although his individual strength wasn't the best in this wasteland, he was still top-notch.
"Forget it, just forget about it."
But, the main source of motivation for him to work so hard was the great responsibility of reviving his people. And, his original motivation was his adoptive father's trust and expectations.
Sydeon had chosen himself. Sydeon had chosen himself among the countless living beings.
And Sydeon was the talented one, the chosen one, the hope for the revival of the West Mo people. He was the destined emperor of this country!
The heavy burden of responsibility, the desire for power, and finally, the slight sense of duty that the heavens had bestowed upon him made Sydeon choose his own path. And, it was precisely because of these things that he was able to ignore certain things that he had valued greatly in the past.
For example, morality? Conscience? The most basic form of pity for killing one's own kind.
When killing and inhumane acts are put under the banner of the state, they become legitimate. When they are put under the banner of national righteousness, they become sacred.
Actually, in the end, this was just an excuse for himself, an excuse to numb himself.
The wiser and stronger a person was, the more they would need such a reason, such an excuse … so that they could walk down a path with a clear conscience to the end, even if they knew that it was just an excuse to comfort themselves.
Even if they already knew that something was wrong and that they had deviated from their original intentions … at the very least, they could still numb themselves before they exposed themselves.
But now, it was obviously impossible.
Sias' death … Or, more accurately, Sidion's death was a death sentence. There was no longer any possibility for Sidion to deceive himself. In fact, due to Sidion's previous forceful suppression, the rebound of guilt and pain was even more intense than before. It was suffocating to the point of collapse.
But that wouldn't do. They couldn't collapse at this time. They had to grit their teeth and persevere. The revival of their tribe was right in front of them … Even if they couldn't revive their tribe, they had to plan a path for their tribe's future.
A person without dreams was no different from a salted fish.
However, he realized that he had betrayed his dreams, and even became the person he hated the most in the name of his dreams. Even his benefactor had lost his life because of it. That dream … had long become a sin and ugly desire that he carried on his back.
Perhaps, to the Overlords, these few months were worse than salted fish.
Ignore the warning and continue to walk down this path to the end? With his pride as the overlord and the patriarch, as well as his personality that couldn't tolerate sand in his eyes, he couldn't allow such behavior to happen.
In that case, he could only deny everything that had happened in the past.
If a person without dreams was no better than a salted fish, then a person who denied his dreams would probably live a life worse than a dead fish that couldn't even breathe.
He would live like a walking corpse, almost instinctively demanding and demanding of himself. He would throw away his ambitions that had become a burden and consider the tribe's future purely for the sake of benefits.
A walking corpse. Thinking about it over and over again, this was the most suitable description for Sidion back then.
He wouldn't even allow himself to fall and give up. The overlord of Cape Town suddenly lost its ruler. What did that mean? Rorschach's Game Church was able to analyze it, so of course Sidion would be able to see it.
It was better to be alive than dead. Or, more accurately, to be alive, they wanted to die. When idealists abandoned their ideals but were unwilling to accept reality, every time they recalled their past struggles and memories of their fathers, the pain would spread from their backs all the way to their chests, making it so that even breathing was painful.
Yet, as an overlord, he couldn't show any signs of weakness. He couldn't even show any regret or doubt for his past actions.
Humans weren't machines. There were limits to the intelligence of intelligent creatures. They had to be strong even when they were at their weakest. Sidion was physically and mentally exhausted after losing his family and being vigilant of his surroundings. He had hallucinations many times, and it even developed to the point where he had to take excessive doses of medicine every night just to be able to sleep normally.
This wasn't some incurable disease. Many adults carried scars all over their bodies as they lived into the future. Stressful work and career pursuits were the best anesthetics, and time was the best cure for everything.
If Sidion was given three to five years to catch his breath, he would have no reason not to walk out of the shadows of the past and become the true ruler of the Seymour people, just as Siyas had hoped.
It was a pity that fate was always unpredictable. Misfortune mercilessly favored the unlucky ones who were already unfortunate enough.
In this dimension filled with the element of lightning, it wasn't only the physical body that resisted the elemental invasion. More than that, it was the will and soul.
For example, if you were good at swimming in water (a water elemental pool), you would be able to last for a long time. You would be able to swim for a long time even if you were to dive for a long distance. But if you were underwater and still had to open your mouth and breathe … that would be the same as suicide.
Sidion, who was expressionless but was actually covered in scars, gave up at that moment.
Bewilderment, exhaustion, anger, grief … in the end, it all turned into a sigh.
"Sigh, living is so hard. Perhaps I should give up. The Seymour people will have a better future without me in this world. Father won't …"
If this was any other place, the weakness in his heart wouldn't be a problem. But in this environment, such a sad and suicidal mentality meant that he had given up on all his defenses and allowed the elemental lightning to invade his body. He had chosen to commit suicide.
Even though he noticed that something was wrong in the next moment, it was already too late. Everything was over.
Dazzling lightning rose up from underneath him. Sidion paused in surprise with his eyes closed, then shook his head. Finally, he smiled, a smile filled with relief.
Finally, at this moment, he let go of everything.
The ruler of a generation, Sidion, had died. Cause of death: suicide due to despair.
There were no coincidences in history … and if it was coincidental, there was nothing you could do about it.
Nobody had expected such a development. Even though they had considered the possibility of Sidion dying here, it was still unbelievable that such a powerful individual would suddenly die.
Sidion was already dead. What would the living do?
"How would I know what to do?"
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