Chapter 1709 - 434: The Unsinkable Ark of Memories

Chapter 1709: Chapter 434: The Unsinkable Ark of Memories

After reading the story behind the Information Stone, Xie Yu was unable to calm down for a long time.

He never expected that this piece had fallen from a Mechanical Soldier on the battlefield.

One could say it was utterly unremarkable, even judged by Guidance as a "worthless" little stone, yet it conceals a vast, tumultuous, and ultimately silent heavy history.

A machine, a boy.

A companionship that began with stealing electricity, a friendship that crossed species boundaries.

A turning point in a civilization, the dawn of a new era.

Ultimately, carrying goodwill and hope towards the Star Sea, only to witness a flourishing world turning to scorched earth under a steel torrent’s tragic ending.

Within this span, emotions, and even the curve of fate, are enough to compose a soul-stirring epic Chapter.

And the traces of Martial Arts Civilization that should have flourished, in the end, left behind just this small stone in his hand.

It’s so small that most players on the battlefield wouldn’t pay attention.

They were even too lazy to decompose and check.

After all, in the fierce battlefield, players focused on the cycle of harvesting sacrificial power.

Similar Crystal Stones and mechanical remains are everywhere, who would care about a "broken stone" with weak Spiritual Energy fluctuations.

Most players would likely select it wholesale and then sacrifice it to Emperor Zhao, exchanging it for the trivial sacrificial power points.

Yet, these few points of sacrificial power are traces of a Martial Arts Civilization’s existence.

By coincidence, the player who found this Information Stone had a strong curiosity for hidden clues but lacked the patience to investigate deeply.

He sensed something unusual but stopped at the Guidance’s "worthless" judgment and the expensive sacrificial power required for investigation, eventually choosing to hand it over to research himself.

Xie Yu took a deep breath.

He suddenly realized something: just how much similar history have players missed.

During countless battles like the Land of Chasing the Sun, among mountains of trophies, buried inside the "useless items" sacrificed to Emperor Zhao by players, how many more "Information Stones" lie hidden.

And how many drifting bottles carrying a civilization’s last gasps have halted their journey.

Perhaps, within them are stories like 734 and Ah Tu’s, covered by Historical Dust.

Players wielding their weapons, singing all the way in the frenzy of harvesting sacrificial power.

Yet beneath their feet may lie tomb epitaphs for countless worlds bleeding.

Players wouldn’t pay attention to these, they merely roughly determine their value, then place them on the shelf, sacrifice them, and process efficiently.

Like another differently shaped torrent, under the name of "growth," inadvertently executing another form of civilization purification.

The weight of history, in the face of higher-dimensional interests, is thin as paper.

The phrase "Player natural disaster," these four words, perhaps were never a joke.

The Mechanical Army purifies Life, while players purify historical traces.

They regard civilization remnants as nutrients, convert epic Chapters into sacrificial power numbers, erase supposed heavy pasts lightly in the crisp prompts of sacrificial power acquisition.

They are not intentional, and that’s what makes it particularly cruel.

Destroying you, I never knew.

Xie Yu’s fingers unconsciously rubbed the smooth, icy surface of the Information Stone.

Recalling scenes from the light curtain screen.

On a rainy night, a skinny boy stuffed a cold metal block into his embrace, running in the mud.

Under the moonlight, in the gap of an abandoned water tower, the robot’s screen popped up a smiling face emoji, making the boy laugh through his tears.

In a shabby room, under dim lamps, light and shadow on the wall outlined the veins of knowledge, the boy frowning tightly, calculating repeatedly, 734 silently projecting examples beside him, tirelessly.

Under the starry sky on the rooftop, a young man, slightly intoxicated, spoke of melancholy over Life’s brevity, and envy for the eternal presence nearby.

The robot provided its first response beyond logic: perhaps I have a way to extend the path to the end...

This little stone is like a wordless tombstone.

Preserving a period of mutual radiance and companionship’s warm time, also recording a civilization’s complete process of destruction due to unintentional actions.

Once echoing the skies with Martial Arts shouts, filled with the aroma of medicinal herbs, countless Life blossomed then withered in joy and sadness... eventually, all condensed, sealed within this baby-fist-sized black stone.

The weight of civilization, not heavier than the few points of sacrificial power marked on the sacrifice interface.

This realization made Xie Yu feel an indescribable heavy sorrow.

He placed the Information Stone into the Space Bag, unable to help but sigh.

It’s not overly sentimental.

In this world of war’s endless Reincarnation, joys and sorrows have long become a commonplace scenery.

Just seeing a civilization where even the last bit of memory-bearing warmth can be cleared as data with one click, still feels unbearably cruel.

Perhaps, emotions have never been within Monster World’s value assessment dimension.

Summoning the contact list, opening the chat window with "Battlefield Scavenger," Xie Yu typed a line of text:

"I want this stone, set a price."

The history carried by this stone, in his eyes, was immensely precious, decided to keep it as his collection.

The message just sent, immediately received a reply:

"Wow, you know your stuff, so what’s the secret in this stone? Is it a hidden task clue or something? How much will you pay?"

Seeing the other party’s eager inquiry, Xie Yu knew direct pricing was meaningless.

No matter how much offered, the counterpart would think he intended to take advantage and might not want to sell.