RBCT Chapter 543 Where to Go From Here
Chapter 543 Where to Go From Here
Zheng Fangzhou's lips moved, but he found himself speechless.
When everything is about to be lost, rebuilding requires rare courage.
"Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria for breakfast first," Fu Xiaojian said.
Zheng Fangzhou nodded and followed him along the stone path toward the cafeteria.
However, Fu Xiaojian's words still resonated deeply in his mind.
The morning breeze blew through the branches and leaves of the World Tree, carrying the scent of dew and grass. It felt cool on his face, making Zheng Fangzhou take another deep breath, and the dust that had settled in his heart was instantly dispelled.
The cafeteria was already quite full.
Groups of early-rising team members sat around the long table, some holding bowls of porridge and talking quietly, while others buried their heads in eating the freshly cooked salted porridge.
At the entrance of the cafeteria, a strange elephant with a metallic sheen peered out, but was blocked by the small door frame.
"Here you are! Didn't you used to only eat dirt?" DouDou came out of the door in a flurry of activity, carrying a bowl of congee.
With a flick of its large trunk, the elephant sipped the entire bowl of porridge as if it were drinking tea.
Seeing its satisfied expression, DouDou felt a little helpless, regretting that she shouldn't have eaten on its back.
Now this guy wants to try everything he comes across.
Zheng Fangzhou couldn't help but take a closer look at the girl named Dou Dou.
Even the officially concealed strategic sequence extraordinary beings are not as terrifying as hers.
If we wait for the little girl to grow up, wouldn't the high-ranking and mysterious figures in the contract be able to run rampant in the apocalypse?
This instantly sparked his desire to take on apprentices.
But when he thought of his few disciples who had perished in the apocalypse, he dismissed the idea.
The noise in the cafeteria gradually subsided, and the clatter of bowls and chopsticks and whispers receded into the corners like the tide.
Zheng Fangzhou sat by the window, with half a bowl of porridge left in front of him. He had already put down his spoon.
My gaze fell through the window onto the elephant at the cafeteria entrance, which was using its trunk to pick up an empty bowl. I watched as DouDou tiptoed to take the empty bowl from the elephant's trunk, patted its rough forehead, and then the big guy slowly walked away, swishing its tail, its steps heavy and leisurely.
Zheng Fangzhou withdrew his gaze and looked at Fu Xiaojian, who was peeling a boiled egg across from him.
"Brother Fu."
"Hmm?" Fu Xiaojian looked up, and eggshells shattered all over the table.
"May I stay here a little longer?"
Fu Xiaojian paused in his egg-peeling motion and looked up at him.
"Do as you please!" He couldn't be happier to have another Sequence 7 in charge of the City of Fire.
"However, as a resident of the city, you must earn your own Fire Points to pay for your living expenses!" Fu Xiaojian said.
The meals these past few days have all been paid for with public funds from the City Lord's Mansion, but it would be inappropriate for Zheng Fangzhou to be stationed there permanently.
It's not that the City of Fire can't afford Zheng Fangzhou's expenses.
Rather, Fu Xiaojian wanted to gradually build his sense of belonging to the City of Fire through this method.
Since they have no intention of poaching people, shouldn't it be his turn?
"That's to be expected." Zheng Fangzhou was relieved.
Compared to the cold seabed, everyone would prefer this place.
At this moment, Xu Si was already so engrossed in his own world that he couldn't extricate himself.
The world here is the world in the literal sense.
day to day
The points of light that gathered in his palm were already capable of easily evolving and transforming on their own.
It is no longer simply confined to the prototype of a planet, but has begun to evolve into something substantial.
The initial point of light could only last for a few breaths before it dissipated on its own, like a shooting star that burned out too soon.
But now, it has been able to exist independently for more than an hour without Xu Si injecting any star power.
It can breathe.
It will rotate.
It will roll its energy slowly and clumsily across its miniature surface, just like a real star.
This is a miniature world that is gradually emerging, and Xu Si is not the creator of this world, but a witness to it.
He only injected a tiny bit of thrust.
It's like the hand of God gently turning the globe.
Xu Si sat on the highest branch of the World Tree, the light spot in his palm hovering three inches above his palm, emitting a warm and stable scarlet light, like a small lantern that had been lit.
His star-like eyes were constantly watching even the slightest change in it.
This is used to infer the possible evolution of one's inner world.
The spring breeze drifted out from the dark building.
She didn't know what Xu Si had been doing all this time, but a complex, indescribable envy appeared in her eyes.
Knowing what you want, knowing what you should do, and knowing what you are doing can sometimes be a very happy thing.
What he saw in Xu Si's eyes was an unwavering certainty about the answer.
It is the pursuit of certain possibilities.
Rather than blindly.
"Could it be that different sequences lead to sequence nine in different ways?" Wan Liuchun wondered.
So how will she, a member of the Devoted Ghost Clan, advance to the ninth level of the Ghostly Realm?
Although it's a bit too late to say all this now.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
If there's even a sliver of a chance for her to reach Sequence 9, it must lie with Xu Si.
"No, I've only just discovered a tiny bit of the essence of the sequence. I can sense that we're still very, very far from Sequence Nine."
Xu Si observed the evolution of the light spot while answering Wan Liuchun's question.
"..." Wanliuchun was taken aback.
Xu Si can actually sense Sequence Nine?
She advanced to the eighth level in a mysterious way over countless years, and everything about the ninth sequence was either hearsay or unfounded speculation.
She didn't even know where she was headed, let alone how she felt.
Indeed, the human race truly deserves to be called a race favored by heaven.
She's actually starting to envy Jian Shiyi now.
Although she possessed Jian Shiyi's keen insight and recognized Xu Si's extraordinary abilities early on, she lacked Jian Shiyi's decisiveness.
The Sword Demon Clan may become an extremely important race in all realms because of this one decision.
Wanliuchun didn't bother Xu Si anymore, but returned to the Black Building.
She couldn't help but start thinking about the future.
The final chapter of God's Chosen has begun, and all the bets will eventually be settled. But what will become of her?
The point of light slowly rotated in Xu Si's palm. The scarlet light was no longer dazzling, but had settled into a texture similar to amber, warm and translucent, like a drop of water frozen in time.
It was also enveloped in a layer of fluorescent green mist, like the atmosphere of Earth or the veil of a goddess.
Xu Si's breathing was almost synchronized with its rhythm.
Contraction, expansion, contraction again, expansion again.
With each cycle, tiny lines would appear on the surface of the light spot, extremely faint, like the veins of a newly sprouted leaf, the creases of paper, or the contours of mountains and rivers on earth.
He could almost feel those lines slowly growing.
The wind blew through the branches and leaves of the World Tree, scattering and gathering the fluorescent green specks around him, forming a flowing halo in the morning light that enveloped him like a warm and transparent cocoon.