AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 44
by VolareAfter being deprived of sight, the sense of smell becomes exceptionally sensitive.
A rich aroma assaults his nostrils, and Song Ningwan can’t ignore the impact of the cloying sweetness, and can only let his mind gradually lose its reason.
“Peace will only come late, not never.” In his memory, the desk in the study was very high, but the middle-aged man would always hold the young Song Ningwan in his arms, teasing the child while dealing with official business.
A loving smile hung on his face, and his bright eyes shone, reflecting in Song Ningwan’s eyes.
“Little Wan, why don’t you smile more when you’re so cute?” The middle-aged man poked the chubby cheeks of the child in his arms. Song Ningwan felt himself frowning, wanting to make a sound but unable to control this body.
With a creak, Song Ningwan saw the doorknob move, and the brown wooden door was pushed open.
“Don’t bully Little Wan.” A woman with long hair walked in carrying a plate of fruit, stunningly beautiful: “Who’s like you, being improper all day and corrupting the child?”
“Heaven and Earth bear witness!” A low accusation came from above his head, and Song Ningwan was slightly stunned until a trace of coolness touched his lips.
He lowered his eyes, and a red strawberry went directly into his mouth, the sweet juice filling his entire oral cavity.
“Is it good?” the middle-aged man asked.
Before he could even nod, the middle-aged man placed his hand on the back of Song Ningwan’s neck, stroking it gently, coaxing softly, “Call me Dad, Little Wan.”
Song Ningwan didn’t speak.
“If you don’t call me, Dad won’t feed you strawberries anymore.” The middle-aged man put Song Ningwan on the ground, sat upright, and put on a serious look.
“Little Wan, don’t listen to his nonsense… You can call him whatever you want. If he doesn’t give you any, Auntie will give you all the strawberries, okay?” The woman held a plate of strawberries in front of Song Ningwan, each one plump, bright red, and beautiful.
Song Ningwan still didn’t speak.
“Little Wan is crying, quickly apologize!” At the woman’s words, the middle-aged man instantly couldn’t maintain his sternness, knelt down on one knee to look Song Ningwan in the eye, and rubbed the corner of his eye with his thumb, particularly gentle.
“It’s Dad’s fault… I shouldn’t have scared you. Little Wan, today I’ll teach you how to operate a mech, okay?”
Song Ningwan had already known that the middle-aged man wasn’t angry, because he could read minds through Connect Spirit when he was a child.
The “stern” Dad was thinking at the time,
[Little Wan is so cute, so cute, I’m dying!!! His eyes are so big! Why doesn’t he want to call me Dad?! Why why!!! Does anyone know how Little Wan will call him Dad? Waiting online, very urgent!]
This beautiful memory is the purest Pure Land in Song Ningwan’s heart.
However…
It was that day that made him homeless ever since.
He only remembered being in a vast expanse of snow.
His collar was soaked in ice and snow, forming ice crystals, his ankles were sore and numb, and a willpower in his heart guided him to not retreat half a step.
His ears suddenly roared incessantly, and the brightness in front of him gradually blurred. He vigorously rubbed his reddened eye sockets with the back of his hand until everything returned to normal.
Strange.
The surrounding scenery had already changed, and the sight of thousands of trees and pear blossoms in bloom had disappeared, turning into a flurry of snowflakes, hidden in the vast sky.
The ground suddenly trembled, cracks appeared in the dawn, and snowflakes gathered from all directions danced together, like fallen leaves in the sky. Suddenly, the scene before his eyes changed dramatically.
Beasts roared, mournful howls echoed.
The vast ice field turned into scorched earth, as if one could see two or three sparks bouncing up. The sky had long faded, turning into an endless sea of fire.
Song Ningwan stood with his hands behind his back in a silver-white mech, the hot wind stirring the hair falling in front of his brow. One person was enough to Arrive at Qianli.
“Awoo!!!” Tens of thousands of mutated species launched a large-scale attack on human territory. Song Ningwan raised his eyebrows, and a vast Connect Spirit sea expanded outward from him. Invisible power turned into a rain of arrows, drizzling down, piercing through the front row of A strange beast. Viscous poison flowed from the bloody holes, turning into toxic smoke that rose into the air.
War was on the verge of breaking out, Jinge iron horse, cannons roared, and gunpowder smoke filled the air.
Song Ningwan was untouched by dust, blocking thousands of Anomalies alone. When he was exhausted, the middle-aged man led the army to help him.
Soon, the army won a great victory, and the army carried out mop-up operations. The middle-aged man stayed to chat with Song Ningwan.
“Little Wan, are you tired? Are you uncomfortable anywhere…” The middle-aged man’s expression stiffened, and after pushing Song Ningwan away, a black afterimage bit his arm at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
That kind of A strange beast cub couldn’t hurt him. Song Ningwan immediately stood up and pinched the A strange beast’s lifeline forcefully.
Before long, the last one died.
“It’s okay, don’t look at me with that kind of gaze, I’m fine.” The middle-aged man smiled lightly.
Song Ningwan wanted to say something, but the middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.
Then, he quickly drank a dose of antitoxin serum and bandaged the tooth mark wound.
The scene changed abruptly again!
Tears welled up in Song Ningwan’s eyes, warmth flowed through his heart, and unwillingness and resentment were revealed.
Flags fluttered, war drums rumbled, and he seemed to see the roar of thousands of troops trampling through the wasteland, his heart twisting with a tearing sound.
“Ahhhhh!” The middle-aged man went mad, being assimilated by the A strange beast and gradually losing his mind.
Just a second ago, he was saying that he had a son late in life, and Song Ningwan was going to have a younger brother.
“Little Wan, how about the name ‘Ying’?”
The next second, the only thought in the middle-aged man’s mind was to kill him.
[Little Wan! Kill me!!! I’ve been infected, and living will only implicate more people! Kill me!]
[Okay? Little Wan!!! Kill me… Leave here!]
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!” Looking at the monster covered in scratches he had made himself, his face was completely ruined after the mutation, and he no longer had his former handsome and unrestrained appearance.
[Little Wan… Please! It was too selfish of me to want you to kill me, to want you to bear this responsibility…]
[But I have no choice, don’t tell my wife that I’ve turned into a monster, okay? She’s still pregnant…]
With a soft sound, Song Ningwan personally stabbed the tip of the blade into the monster’s heart, pushing it forward inch by inch.
“Ah!!!”
The monster finally fell down, managing to eke out a sentence with great difficulty.
“Li…ttle… Wan…”
Gentle whispers smoothed over the wounds, and the glint of swords no longer reflected the slightest fear in Song Ningwan’s eyes.
Song Ningwan repeatedly grabbed the blood-stained sand on the ground, softly murmuring “no.”
Warmth mixed with fresh blood flowed between his fingers. He seemed unable to feel any pain. He didn’t care whose blood it was, maybe it was his own, the A strange beast’s… Dad, Dad’s.
Looking back on the years, the bonfires at night under the chaos of war had long been blurred, and the aftermath of the mutation swept in like a hurricane.
Why did the A strange beast undergo genetic mutations? Who…
In an instant, the sky fell and the earth cracked, and all things were engulfed by scorching magma.
“Little Wan, smile?”
Song Ningwan’s eyes were tearing apart, and he could only hear his slightly hoarse voice being pierced by bloodshot eyes.
The middle-aged general in golden mech armor had his long hair tied up, and the wind and sand blurred his face.
The flames were scorching hot, and hell was torn apart. Fires burned in the gaps.
Screams echoed…
“It was you who did it!!! Why?! Wasn’t he good to you… We really adopted a White-eyed wolf! I never want to see you again, get out!”
“Don’t appear in front of me!!!” The woman covered her pregnant belly, her emotions agitated and out of control.
Fragmented memories drifted in his sea of consciousness for a long time, and when they were picked up again, the colors reappeared.
The woman changed from laughter to crying, her face distorted: “Why is it like this?! He shouldn’t have brought you home from the orphanage in the first place… You’re a White-eyed wolf!!!” Veins bulged on that soft face, and her anger burned. Her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were twisted strangely, and she screamed hoarsely.
The fires of hell engulfed the ground with lightning speed, one wave rising after another, unstoppable.
Song Ningwan knelt on the ground in countless roars, blood snaking for miles.
The pain had long numbed him. He raised his eyes and opened his bloodshot eyes. On the other side of the sea of blood, the woman gave birth to a child and then committed suicide.
The ethereal sound that seemed to come was like ice and snow, sweeping across the sea of fire and causing towering waves, calming the heat.
“Ying… Mom is going to accompany your dad, I’m sorry.”
Song Ningwan let the woman who knew the truth scold and beat him, but he didn’t expect that the woman would actually choose to commit suicide.
He used his strength to straighten his trembling and bent knees, and the wind brushed the dry bloodstains on his cheeks.
The scene in front of him shattered, and he returned to the vast expanse of snow again.
His fingertips penetrated the thin snow and reached deep into the ground. His tears were scalding, but the winter snow was cold, melting as soon as it touched.
Nightmare…
This was the nightmare that trapped Song Ningwan, making him unable to wake up.
“Little Wan, is this the reason why you’ve drawn a circle around yourself?”
Song Ningwan tensed up, desperately maintaining his last shred of sanity, and looked up to see the person in front of him, but the light was too bright, and he couldn’t see anything clearly.
He moved his lips and made a slight hissing sound: “Come back.”
The middle-aged general smiled: “It was selfish of me to make you bear everything.”
After a long time, he continued to speak. Perhaps because he was closer, his voice rippled like moonlight falling into a clear spring: “Little Wan is great, don’t be entangled in the past, look forward.”
After that, Song Ningwan came to a ruin again, filled with gunpowder smoke. Bones were eroded by wind and sand, and his white clothes were spotless, like a white lotus in muddy water, untainted by its surroundings.
The strong wind whistled, raising his black hair and robes. Thousands of miles of solitary graves couldn’t express the desolation of this place.
Was this a wasteland world?
Song Ningwan seemed used to it, going against the current in a world of filth, the look in his eyes so faint that it was almost impossible to see.
Without changing his expression, he sucked away the gathered mist in the places he passed, his steps firm, and before long, the lonely city retreated from the blur, leaving behind gradually clearer ruins.
Perhaps because he was uncomfortable, he frowned, and his back, which stood tall like a peak, bent over, and cold sweat flowed into his neck.
At that moment, he couldn’t support himself and fell to his knees, unable to distinguish where the pain came from.
It tormented him endlessly, like a sea that never dries up.
A trace of blood remained on his lips, and he couldn’t wait to bite through the corners of his mouth…
Bearing resentment was equivalent to accepting Connect Spirit.
Until his body container reached its limit, Song Ningwan finally gained a new life.
Crack! The illusion shattered.
In the quiet darkness, Song Ningwan opened his eyes and unconsciously released Connect Spirit, slowly spreading it to the surrounding few miles.
The entire wasteland was a mess, with only the mech itself covered in a hazy mist.
His Connect Spirit… had recovered.
However, another exclamation came from the darkness.
“Monster!”