From star abyss

Cold snow, hot workshop, no hope for tomorrow.

I never thought about how long this scene would last, but this was the most normal life that young Redenia could experience.

The winter in Haines was very cold. The thin shed was not much better than a piece of paper for the temperature of more than 100 degrees below zero. Since she was able to remember in that life, Redenia's understanding of the world was only three words:

Hunger, cold, and depression.

Long-term hunger made her and her brothers and sisters severely stunted, underweight, and malnourished. They were tall but as thin as a stick. Sometimes they would be thought to be a skeleton from a distance. The lack of carbohydrate intake made the three sisters and brothers never have a bright light in their eyes.

Later, she entered the factory as a child laborer early, and lost a leg in an accident. Redenia's understanding of the world was only one word:

Poverty.

Not long after she realized this, she ushered in her own awakening.

It should be said that fate always likes to make some humorous plots with unclear meanings.

As long as you are willing to suffer, there will be endless suffering, but if you resist angrily, people will be willing to let you suffer less, either physically ending your suffering, or forcing you to stop oppressing you.

Looking back on the history of her life, Rednia also deeply agrees with this.

In a grand narrative, she was naturally selected and accepted as the Speaker after meeting the inauguration conditions of the Speaker of the [Secret Society].

But the premise of this is that Leviathandar and other three destroyers, after being defeated by Leoz, let Gaia take the opportunity to pick peaches and surrender, and became one of the secret forces.

In countless generations before Rednia, countless ‘Red’ experienced countless eras, allowing her to reach this step.

In other words, the child laborer Redenia had died in the snowy night in the Haines factory. Since then, the one who has been alive has always been the secret speaker Red King, the inheritor of Levitandar.

No success is accidental, everything is destined.

Being in the Xingyuan system, you will naturally be bound by fate.

No matter who it is.

Once upon a time, as the speaker, Redenia had only fear and fear for Leoz, the ruler of Haines. This cruel butcher and dictator had almost thwarted all the secret infiltrations in the past years, repeatedly repelled the invasion of the earthlings, and even indirectly took the lives of her important people. For Him, Redenia was not even qualified to feel fear.

But when the Haines War ended, when she really saw Leoz's face, she couldn't help feeling... should I say stunned?

So ordinary, so ordinary, without any characteristics.

——Just like her.

If there were no external conditions, there would be no difference between herself and Leoz, both of them were just cannon fodder mortals buried in the grand narrative of Xingyuan-Earth.

Whether it was her or Leoz, everything seemed to constantly confirm Leanding's point of view: in Xingyuan, only class and death were insurmountable.

Because of this realization, Redenia had already lost all boring pursuits.

Victory of Earth? Peace in Xingyuan?

So what?

The more you understand reality, the more you can feel the insignificance of individuals under the grand narrative. Putting a father of a family and a son loved by his mother on the scale of the universe is no different from a grain of dust.

But what exactly caused the difference between them and this world?

——It's time.

To be precise, it is whether they can exist in this space and time forever and stably.

Nothing is absolutely great. After witnessing the end of Leoz, the destruction of Haines, and Gaia's refusal to allow her to be promoted, Redenia became more convinced of her pursuit.

Only eternity is the ultimate truth in this world.

So, she usurped the history of [Soul of Plunder], stripped Silverston, who had fled from the battlefield outside the abyss after the Battle of Haines, and replaced Him to the Abyss.

Here, she got the information of narrative civilization. In narrative civilization, even ordinary people can enjoy almost endless life.

This is very interesting, so she spent all her financial resources to create a grand dream that is centered on money, desire, and capital, and belongs to everyone who is full of expectations for money and material, and is willing to accept alienation. When the endless confession is transmitted to her ears and merged with the history she plundered, her existence will resonate with it and echo forever in the galaxy.

——Rednia suddenly rejected this honor.

She clearly realized that this is definitely not the eternity she longed for.

The essence of grand narrative is that even she, the narrator of the narrative, must devote herself to it, sacrifice everything, and tell the story like a martyr to perfection.

The so-called eternal narrative is nothing more than a narrative, like a religious belief or ideology, established in the hearts of countless people who firmly believe in the narrative, becoming a worldview and methodology. As for the narrator himself? It is just an advanced component.

Brain and soul, which one is the "self", no need to elaborate, right?

After this dream was shattered, Rednia began to try to cultivate her own offspring, trying to cultivate a new Leviathandar by constantly optimizing and selecting genes.

However, this plan also failed.

The Destroyer is unique. No matter how many children of the Shining Dragon she cultivates, those little guys do not have the foundation to Leviathandar, even she herself cannot do it.

Eternity seems to be just an illusion after all, and it is never reachable, just like in the Star Abyss, fate is born, and once the amniotic fluid comes out, it is no longer under control.

At this time, it appeared.

Infinite evolution, resisting all existences that oppress it, breaking through all the constraints of the Star Abyss without hindrance, the interstellar beast-Astrara stands above the myriad worlds, and time and any macroscopic scale cannot measure its existence.

At that moment, Rednia witnessed the destruction of the Star Abyss and the earth, and the creator hidden behind the scenes was ridiculously slaughtered like a child, and even Gaia could do nothing about it.

"Yes, this is eternity."

Her understanding was not wrong!

In this damned Star Abyss-Earth double helix system, there is only one way to break the cage of fate - survival! Transcendence! Until eternity!

Only absolute eternity is the ultimate weapon against the world.

And now, who has this power appeared in?

Redeniya looked around, and in the burning blue star core, there was a familiar figure.

——Leoz?

Is this also part of fate?

Redeniya couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, she really understood.

Why did Leoz still refuse to give up when Haines fell to this point.

If you continue to pressurize the pressure cooker, the container will explode sooner or later. The same is true for a cannon fodder.

No name, no identity, no talent, no one loves and favors, it is precisely because of having nothing that he became his "burden", giving him the purest resistance consciousness to this world, and only he can become the [Eternal Star God].

In this case, let's continue to make a deal as before.

The existence that Leoz longed for was never eternity. It's better to say that he took this path because he was forced to do so.

And what Rednia, no, Red King longed for, has always been eternity.

"I will help you get everything, and you have to change eternity."

It's fair for each to get what they need.

But any transaction has a price, and one party will always suffer.

If neither of them suffers, then who will suffer?

Rednia doesn't care about this.

When she used her power, monopolized the timeline, and invaded history according to her own will, she found that with the Creator being killed by Astrara, the history of the Earth and the Star Abyss has partially intersected.

Some places that have never intersected, but because of the convergence of the Earth and the Star Abyss, resonated.

This is not surprising. Many scholars agree that the Earth and Xingyuan have a lot in common, but now it seems that the Earth and Xingyuan cannot be completely integrated only because both sides are suppressed by their respective creators.

In this case, Rednia made a decisive choice. She pulled and intertwined a small part of the historically similar areas and timelines, and outlined and depicted them according to her own ideas.

Some things are too powerful and she can't change them, but if it's just the overlapping parts - that's what the Earth and Xingyuan are willing to blend, regardless of their own business.

——People who respect the laws of nature often get feedback from nature.

When she put down the last stroke, she looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart:

"In such a world, even you can get the existence you want."

With this idea in mind, Red King raised his foot and stepped into this recast timeline without hesitation.

Now, no matter what the people of Xingyuan and Earth thought of them before, they must admit that Red King saved their survival in a sense.

As for the purpose, that is no longer worth thinking about.

…………………………

In 1974, North America, the Grand Duchy of California.

[Outland Society] The erosion of Pergale has swept across the world in the past eight months. First, a meteorite fell from the sky and hit Sydney, Australia.

The splashing fragments were brought to Odessa, the Soviet Union. The pollution spread from the Black Sea to the entire Mediterranean within 27 hours. The direct problem brought by the pollution was the failure of food harvests in the black soil area, which triggered a surge in international food prices and a global food shortage.

These problems would not have affected North America, which adhered to isolationism.

As the first colony to gain independence from the empire, the thirteen principalities of North America had already defeated those damn red-skinned Indian tribes with the help of the Mexican Empire. Now, with the fertile land of the Great Plains and the customs union, the North American countries will not be affected by the food crisis at all.

Not only that, due to the long-term pursuit of isolationism, North American countries have been strictly controlling the import of immigrants, and even the territory of Alaska was directly sold to the Hudson Bay Company. After the demon planet fell to the ground, this policy directly helped North American countries prevent the import of demon infected people and pollutants.

Perhaps in a few decades, the North American countries will soon be unified into a huge alliance country. From then on, people will not have to worry about the powerful southern Mexican Empire. Even the former sovereign country cannot stop their rise. One day, North America may even become the hope of the entire earth and a beacon of humanity.

However, the development of the actual situation has far exceeded people's imagination.

The bishop of San Francisco, Daverson Valentine, walked around the militia headquarters anxiously with his hands behind his back. Every fifteen minutes, he would ask the priest: "Is the Grand Duke not awake yet?"

And every time, the little priest had to bite the bullet and answer the bearded man: "No, sir. The Duke is still in a coma and has a high fever."

"Oh, God, what can I do?"

Bishop Daverson prayed repeatedly. He didn't even want to read the war reports from the front line. Those things were irrelevant.

The coastline of Upper California was blocked by the Royal Navy, and escorted 24 hours a day. Lower California in the south is firmly controlled by General Juan of the Mexican Empire, so it is still safe. In addition, oil and food from Texas will arrive tomorrow. As long as the command is proper, this wave of demonic invasion is not a threat at all with the support of 24,000 professional soldiers and 150,000 militiamen.

But who knew that at this critical moment, the Grand Duke of California, the Guardian of the West Coast, the Lord of Oregon, the Baron of Berkeley, the co-leader of the Nevada and Washington Confederacy, Lord Carvin Newsom, suddenly fell into a coma without any signs during lunch.

This is really puzzling, because Grand Duke Carvin Newsom is not a group of useless Yankees in the Thirteen States. His ancestors came from Normandy, which was canonized by the British, and his grandfather participated in the naval battle between the Ming Dynasty and the Japanese shogunate. His father was a great leader. During the California War of Independence, he personally killed an earl of England and fought all the way from Portland to Anchorage.

With such a background, how could the Duke, who hunts and practices martial arts on weekdays and takes good care of his body, suddenly go into shock and become unconscious?

A country cannot be without a king for a day. It has only been three days, and some people have begun to make a commotion. There are rumors that Baron Theodore of the Coast Guard has begun to rush to San Francisco with a small group of elite soldiers. I am afraid he is going to learn from Cromwell in the previous dynasty.

As the bishop guarding the city, Daverson had to block the news and summon the militia to the palace to prevent the rebels from taking the opportunity to usurp the throne.

But the problem is, if the Duke is in a coma for a long time, the worst plan is to let the cabinet meeting arrange the regent and the crown prince. And convening the cabinet will inevitably spread the news of the Duke's coma. When the demons invade, the news of the Lord's accident will also be heard. At that time, people will be unstable, and things will be troublesome.

As we all know, in the early years, the West Coast was a place full of gold miners and smugglers. The British Empire immigrants with the Union Jack accounted for less than 50%. Stealing, burning, smashing, and buying things for nothing were commonplace, and even the manors of the nobles were looted.

On weekdays, the lord was majestic, so these people were still a little leisurely. Now if the news got out... With such a great place, Daverson even suspected that someone in the folk would dare to rob the imperial envoy and seize the government.

In the end, after careful consideration, Daverson decided to exercise his special rights as a bishop.

"Call Knight Leoz Dominette to lead 500 cavalrymen to station in San Francisco."

Daverson took a deep breath and said helplessly:

"Now the only one we can count on is this blacksmith boy."