Chapter 1711 - 434: Ark of Unsinkable Memories (Part 3)

Chapter 1711: Chapter 434: Ark of Unsinkable Memories (Part 3)

But now Xie Yu understood.

Having witnessed countless civilizations blooming like fireworks only to vanish instantly, and having personally experienced the strangulation of many worlds through chains of hatred, perhaps Ah Le’s choice was true wisdom.

By not getting involved with karma, one will not be devoured by it.

By not raising the torch, one will not get burned by the flame.

This can be referenced by the destruction of the Monument Abyss Clan.

The strong interaction between the Monument Abyss Clan and Earth Thought Bully was what entangled them with karma.

The destruction of the Prison Warden by Earth Thought Bully was the cause; the killing of the Evil Eye was the effect for Earth Thought Bully, and also the cause for its revenge campaign, while the destruction of the Monument Abyss Clan was the effect.

The Demigod of the Great Stele Sacrifice is still imprisoned in the Black Tide Space, struggling.

If at that time Ah Le made the same choice as the Monument Abyss Clan during contact with Earth Thought Bully, instead of rolling up and evacuating.

The Jile Clan might win, but as long as Earth Thought Bully survives, the Jile Clan will become the force it feels must be erased.

Players laugh at Ah Le’s cowardice, viewing it from the player’s perspective of being undying and undying.

With infinite margin for error, players don’t need to pay for wrong choices.

But Ah Le cannot.

Behind what appears as cowardice is the great wisdom that sees through the cycles of civilization’s rise and fall.

In this land soaked with blood and fire, the strongest is not necessarily the warrior wielding a sharp blade, but the sage who knows when to sheath the sword.

This wisdom is indeed acquired through experience.

It has witnessed too many civilizations with dazzling edges eventually buried in the dust of time, becoming the ruins or opportunities discovered by later generations.

The brilliance that once illuminated civilizations, the declarations of being invincible, ultimately transformed into insignificant parts of Monster World’s long history.

The flames of rise burn in every Era, as new conquerors ascend stepping on the bones of former overlords.

Only civilizations that avoid the torrent of karma can stand on the banks of the river of time, and see clearly the trajectory of each ripple’s birth and death.

Therefore, the Lord of Jile was never a coward; he is the most aware observer in this endless war.

His strength is not in what he can destroy, but in never participating in this brutal gamble until he has acquired enough stakes, even if it means sacrificing many benefits for it.

Xie Yu’s thoughts extended along this direction.

He felt that the Lord of Jile could have such a transcendent enlightenment, perhaps due to its starting point.

Personally experiencing the battles in Monster World history that can be described as "catastrophes," and witnessing firsthand countless top-tier civilizations crushed like ants on the battlefield.

It was standing at such a height, having looked down upon the scene of stars falling, that it understood its own insignificance and the vastness of the Sky Dome. ℴ

Deeply knowing that in this Endless World, there is no real leap to the top in one step.

After crossing one mountain, there is always another.

Any seemingly brilliant shortcut may lead to an abyss of ten thousand fathoms at its end.

Therefore, he is never seduced by fleeting gains and losses.

Choosing a path that is the longest yet the most secure.

Forsaking the pursuit of immediate glamor, channeling all his energy and resources into building an unshakeable foundation for himself.

Every step taken was supremely solid, every decision made sought to avoid fatal karma.

This patience and foresight appear naturally as "timid" to players pursuing quick success, but indeed are insights gained through weathered vicissitudes.

Xie Yu opened the forum editing interface at this time, uploading the story video from the Information Stone, and then narrated his insights into this story in the editing box.

He wants to tell this story, which should have been sealed away, to the forum players in the name of the Research Party.

In the future, this story will also become a footnote in the journey of "Wind and Scenery Poem."

When the last character settled in the editing box, Xie Yu was suddenly struck by an unprecedented thought.

He looked out the window at the unceasing player flow.

This land is forever filled with the clamor for the future, never pausing for the past.

An impulse broke ground in his heart: he wants to build a Museum of Civilization.

Not a burial ground of history like the Monument Abyss Clan nor an Abyss of imprisoned civilization like the Mingshi Clan, but a gallery recording the past history of civilizations.

Inside, all traces of a civilization’s existence would be displayed.

These exhibits may not offer any power augmentations.

Yet they collectively convey the same theme: We existed once, cried, laughed, created, loved... We are not just vague numbers on a war backdrop; we also lived vibrantly.

Perhaps doing so holds no significance.

It neither enhances combat power nor brings gains in sacrificial power, nor can it change established destruction.

Yet just as stars light up the tombs of deadmen, the spring breeze brushes over unnamed barren graves: the traces of civilization’s existence are, in themselves, a story crafted into epic poetry.

The paths those civilizations walked will all become part of the Player Faction’s memory of the past.

Even though civilization has already perished, the story will accompany the rise of the Player Faction eternally forward.

Doing so indeed bears no practical value.

But Xie Yu believes, why must we always measure the meaning of everything by sacrificial power, judge existence’s value by combat power.

If he likes it, he will do it.

He constructs this museum not to prove anything, but simply because forgotten civilizations are worth remembering, and their silently vanishing songs are worth listening to. That is enough.

In the reincarnation of war among the Player Faction, there should always be a corner left for warmth irrelevant to strength.

The rise story of the Player Clan is hot-blooded, yet lacks the thickness of civilization.

He knows Monster World will have a long future.

After this batch of old players passes, a new generation will continue their story, setting sail in Monster World in the name of the Player Clan.

In the future, the new generation’s interaction with the real world will become increasingly limited, leaving most of their time to the Monster World.

He feels they should leave something to the next generation.

Beyond combat skills, Star Vein matchings... their minds should be filled with other things.

The Museum of Civilization can help these newcomers understand what those civilizations fought for.

When a child stands before a showcase and quietly sheds tears for the story of 734 and Ah Tu, the understanding and empathy contained in those tears will help them grasp the significance of safeguarding the "Player Faction."

Within their long future, slaughter should not be the only narrative.

Internally, there should always be a place for those useless poetics, allowing the warmth of civilization to become another light illuminating the Player’s journey.

Using history as a guide, one can know the rise and fall.

Using history as a mirror, one can see gains and losses.

Broken relics of civilization within the display cabinet will help the new generation understand the weight of civilization.

The museum he builds offers them precisely such a mirror traversing through time.

Allowing them, in moments of decision, to hear the echoes from deep within history.

When new players learn to derive enlightenment from the storylines of civilization, begin positioning their own journey, the story of the Player Clan will possess a resilience and depth beyond the flames of war.

He is willing to try.

For the Player Faction, crafting an Ark of Civilization Memory that never sinks.