Chapter 200:1 Don’t See The Flowers Bloom, I Hope The
Flowers Bloom (3)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Before taking away the information and intelligence from this base, he decided to make a copy for the Scarlet Research Institute.
Compared to the Science and Technology Research Institute’s memory device, the reading speed of the Scarlet Research Institute’s mobile disk was more than ten times slower.
After waiting for a long time, Feng Qi pulled out the Scarlet Research Institute’s mobile disk and inserted the Science and Technology Research Institute’s memory device. He began to copy the information.
After everything was done, he led the soldiers of the third domain combat team back to Future City.
To be on the safe side, he didn’t bring the Scarlet Research Institute’s mobile disk back to the Science and Technology Research Institute.
Halfway through, he threw it into an uninhabited area.
Next, as long as he sent a message to Wei Wei, the soldiers of the Scarlet Research Institute would find this mobile disk through its location.
After returning to the Science and Technology Research Institute, Feng Qi handed over the portable hard drive.
As New Year’s Eve approached, he received a three-day vacation after completing the mission.
After leaving the Science and Technology Research Institute, he used the phone made by the Scarlet Research Institute to send Wei Wei a message.
After receiving the information, Wei Wei immediately said that the Scarlet Research Institute had already sent combatants to retrieve it.
During these three days of vacation, Feng Qi received an invitation.
Star City High School’s old classmates’ gathering.
Faced with the invitation, he did not go, nor did he dare to.
Now, he was neither human nor demon. His body was covered in terrifying wounds. He did not want to scare his old classmates.
These wounds often cracked. He often silently suppressed the physical pain in his body in the dead of the night.
However, compared to the physical pain, the mental pain was even stronger.
Till today, his hands were stained with the blood of 289 of his kind.
He often saw countless crying undead in his dreams. When he woke up, his heart was filled with guilt.
He experienced what his future self had said in the previous timeline. Death is relief. The person continues on suffers the most.
But he never regretted what he had done.
There was always a price to pay to succeed.
Even if he was not the one who could achieve his dream in the end, he was willing to use his body to cut through the thorns and brambles. He also willing to dared his bloody self.
Death could only destroy his flesh, but faith would last forever.
It was New Year’s Eve, heavy snow fall was falling from the sky.
During the short vacation, he walked alone on the bustling streets of Future City.
The surrounding shops had hung up big red lanterns that set off the starlight that filled the sky. Every passerby’s face was filled with smiles.
The big screen at the end of the street played the latest good news.
The joint action of the domain combat teams dispersed another domain field. Humanity was one step closer to the final victory.
Everyone looked at the big screen with smiles on their faces. Their hearts were filled with warmth.
He stood rooted to the ground with no joy on his face because he did not see the flowers bloom.
Sadness spread in his heart. It was silent, quiet, yet turbulent, but he was looking forward to the true bloom of spring.
Hearing the laughter and cheers in his ears, he turned around and left.
The path of salvation required life as a relay. Every time he fell, there would be a new him who would take over the faith and continue walking. He would not stop until he reached the other side.
And he would always be true to his dream.
Even if he was crushed to pieces, even if he was consigned to eternal damnation.
Time was unforgiving, and he would not spare time too, until the day he rewrote the fate of mankind arrived.
When the clock struck midnight in the city sky, his phone buzzed.
He picked it up and saw that it was a message from an unknown number:
“Little Brother Feng Qi, Happy New Year.”
A smile appeared on his face as his figure walked further and further away in the heavy snow. His back view was bleak.
Looking at the long road ahead, may there be sweetness at the end..
Chapter 200:1 Don’t See The Flowers Bloom, I Hope The
Flowers Bloom (3)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Before taking away the information and intelligence from this base, he decided to make a copy for the Scarlet Research Institute.
Compared to the Science and Technology Research Institute’s memory device, the reading speed of the Scarlet Research Institute’s mobile disk was more than ten times slower.
After waiting for a long time, Feng Qi pulled out the Scarlet Research Institute’s mobile disk and inserted the Science and Technology Research Institute’s memory device. He began to copy the information.
After everything was done, he led the soldiers of the third domain combat team back to Future City.
To be on the safe side, he didn’t bring the Scarlet Research Institute’s mobile disk back to the Science and Technology Research Institute.
Halfway through, he threw it into an uninhabited area.
Next, as long as he sent a message to Wei Wei, the soldiers of the Scarlet Research Institute would find this mobile disk through its location.
After returning to the Science and Technology Research Institute, Feng Qi handed over the portable hard drive.
As New Year’s Eve approached, he received a three-day vacation after completing the mission.
After leaving the Science and Technology Research Institute, he used the phone made by the Scarlet Research Institute to send Wei Wei a message.
After receiving the information, Wei Wei immediately said that the Scarlet Research Institute had already sent combatants to retrieve it.
During these three days of vacation, Feng Qi received an invitation.
Star City High School’s old classmates’ gathering.
Faced with the invitation, he did not go, nor did he dare to.
Now, he was neither human nor demon. His body was covered in terrifying wounds. He did not want to scare his old classmates.
These wounds often cracked. He often silently suppressed the physical pain in his body in the dead of the night.
However, compared to the physical pain, the mental pain was even stronger.
Till today, his hands were stained with the blood of 289 of his kind.
He often saw countless crying undead in his dreams. When he woke up, his heart was filled with guilt.
He experienced what his future self had said in the previous timeline. Death is relief. The person continues on suffers the most.
But he never regretted what he had done.
There was always a price to pay to succeed.
Even if he was not the one who could achieve his dream in the end, he was willing to use his body to cut through the thorns and brambles. He also willing to dared his bloody self.
Death could only destroy his flesh, but faith would last forever.
It was New Year’s Eve, heavy snow fall was falling from the sky.
During the short vacation, he walked alone on the bustling streets of Future City.
The surrounding shops had hung up big red lanterns that set off the starlight that filled the sky. Every passerby’s face was filled with smiles.
The big screen at the end of the street played the latest good news.
The joint action of the domain combat teams dispersed another domain field. Humanity was one step closer to the final victory.
Everyone looked at the big screen with smiles on their faces. Their hearts were filled with warmth.
He stood rooted to the ground with no joy on his face because he did not see the flowers bloom.
Sadness spread in his heart. It was silent, quiet, yet turbulent, but he was looking forward to the true bloom of spring.
Hearing the laughter and cheers in his ears, he turned around and left.
The path of salvation required life as a relay. Every time he fell, there would be a new him who would take over the faith and continue walking. He would not stop until he reached the other side.
And he would always be true to his dream.
Even if he was crushed to pieces, even if he was consigned to eternal damnation.
Time was unforgiving, and he would not spare time too, until the day he rewrote the fate of mankind arrived.
When the clock struck midnight in the city sky, his phone buzzed.
He picked it up and saw that it was a message from an unknown number:
“Little Brother Feng Qi, Happy New Year.”
A smile appeared on his face as his figure walked further and further away in the heavy snow. His back view was bleak.
Looking at the long road ahead, may there be sweetness at the end..
