Chapter 427 - 307: Script [Human-Dragon Calamity: Five Spirits Chronicles], The World Heading Towards Returning to the Void_2

Even the Wings of Freedom · Ethereum have failed; he does not intend to enter this world himself.

His Fortune now is an "Infinite" symbol, giving him the means to fathom another Celestial Dao’s situation.

With a thought.

"Swoosh——"

A Gilded Celestial Derivation Volume manifested from the void, its pages fluttering without wind. Countless profound Dao patterns flowed on the cover, finally settling into a line of slowly decaying text:

"Another me has crossed into an unknown Forbidden World..."

"Its name — Black Iron Realm."

"By the time I was born, it was already three thousand years after the Great Cataclysm, and the prosperity of civilization had vanished."

"I truly miss the era my elder brother spoke of, though he never witnessed it himself."

"At six, I would curl up within the cracks of ruins, deciphering those long-unused ancient characters by the dim white light seeping through the iron dome."

"—Old milk was actually poured down the drain, and white rice could feed 1.4 billion people for decades; you should be able to swim in it, right?"

"And the delicious pork, which I tasted only once since birth, was a food everyone in ancient times could eat until they were tired of it. Those ancients were indeed fortunate."

"My Adam’s apple moved as my cracked lips muttered unconsciously."

"The people in ancient texts had died during migrations, but why did he say this world became... someone invented a weapon capable of world destruction — called a Sun Bomb."

"A marble? Transforming a radius of 30,000 miles into molten lava? Larger than the entire Ancient Empire."

"Truly worthy of an Ancient Mythology, yet I’ve heard similar stories, this is plagiarism — the supposed birth date of the ’Sun God’ from the Peace Sect’s doctrine!"

"In mythology, the Sun God levels this world-ending forbidden Divine Skill from the heights of the heavens!"

"Unfortunately, after that divine battle, the fundamental rules of the world changed, and later people could no longer use ’Magic’ or ’Divine Skills.’

"The ancients called this magic the crystallization of technology, and everyone could use it."

"I’m not interested in any of that, I don’t care how much convenience the crystallization of technology from that civilized world would bring, nor about flying to the sky alongside the sun, or rhetoric about laws, human rights, or equality."

"To me, it’s all bullshit."

"I only care about milk and bread."

"Does the world described in those ancient texts truly exist?"

"This era only knows poverty and hunger."

"Every day, I see off my elder brother and parents as they go to work, obediently closing the door to take care of my bewildered little sister, whose wide eyes are pure and who only giggles foolishly at ’Yiya.’

"Our family resides in the slums of Grey Pigeon Town. We are the Black-eyed Race that migrated from the East, classified as third-class free citizens in Grey Pigeon Town, but our social status is only slightly better than that of slaves."

"Since the birth of my sister, the pressure on my elder brother and parents has sharply increased, and I can’t help but wonder why they had another child?"

"Father laughed and said, ’Hope is as precious as a Pigeon Blood Gemstone; without your mother’s love for you and your elder brother, we wouldn’t have worked so hard, and might someday have become a cold corpse on the roadside.’

"I seemed to understand."

"Occasionally curious, I only peered through the door slit at the grim, smoky world outside, which was truly suffocating."

"Outside the door, beggars often died in the alley, and even teenagers just five or six years older than me were killed in the street, soon vultures came to clear the area. After a fruitless search, they cursed and dragged the bodies away to dump in the mass grave."

"Life is so fragile."

"So in my heart, I am often grateful for all this."

"At night, my elder brother would return alone, and in his hand was a blood-stained large fortune, a full twenty Ancient Silver Coins, while five Ancient Silver Coins suffice for our small family’s annual expenses."

"Among my sister’s laughter and my brother’s tears."

"I stared blankly, wondering if Pigeon Blood Gems were as valuable as those bloodied silver coins?"

"A human life isn’t worth twenty Ancient Silver Coins."

"On Old Factory Street, the iron smelting equipment is severely outdated, prone to accidents, and workers either die from exhaustion or disease without compensation. These twenty Ancient Silver Coins were casually given to my brother because Viscount Wilson’s young daughter was present."

"Grey Pigeon Town belongs to the Ancient Empire, one of Viscount Wilson’s territories."

"My brother wiped his tears, saying twenty Ancient Silver Coins could raise my sister and me until we turned ten, at which point we’d have survival abilities."

"I’m not optimistic."

"Having lost our able father, leaving only my fifteen-year-old brother, everyone on Old Factory Street now knows we have a fortune in our hands..."

"That night, rustling sounds came from outside the door, I lay against the door slit, seeing a pack of wolves circling, as if ready to swallow us whole, and I, a mere seven-year-old child, had no means to stop them."

"What can be done? Think of something fast!"

"The next day, at dusk, a dull sound exploded in the rust-scented air at the alley’s entrance."

"I saw my brother knocked down onto the sewage-ridden ground, the Viper Gang’s third leader grinding his nailed boot into my brother’s right hand."

"’All the money’s here.’

"I quickly pushed the shaky wooden door open, clutching a bag of silver coins."

"The coins spilled through my fingers, clinking onto the stone-paved road, and as the Viper Gang’s leader bent over, the knife scar on his neck sneered at me."

"I could only hand over the money face to face, because if I didn’t, my brother would be beaten to death by the Viper Gang."

"My brother was indignantly planning to report to Viscount Wilson, but he was summarily dismissed by the factory on the grounds of ’being unfit to work’ due to injury."