Lost Narrative Poetry

"It is June 10, 2018..."

Biting the pen, Shen Hanri sat at the table and stared at the date and time displayed on the electronic clock, calculating quickly in his mind.

"There are still three years until the first year of recovery...less than three years."

"I remember that the first recorded resuscitation mutation first appeared in Fukushima. At that time, it was jokingly called Godzilla Haunted and Apostles Landed by netizens, but it was suppressed and blocked at that time. Got the news..."

"So no one knew that the incident was true. They thought it was a spoof of photos on the Internet. If the declassified files had not been released later, even I would not have known that the truth of the matter would be like this. The same thing..."

Overall, there is indeed still time.

But it was very urgent. After all, with less than three years to prepare, what changes could he make?

There was confusion in his eyes for a moment, and the reborn person, who had returned to the adolescent stage of his life, could not help but think of those nightmares and fears that penetrated his bones——

First, the whispers of the void sounded in human minds, as if there was an unspeakable evil in the abyss of stars deep in the universe that was eyeing the world...

Immediately afterwards, unknown memetic viruses spread crazily among human societies, and large-scale anomalies and terrorist incidents occurred frequently. Even synthetic humans are not immune to such information attacks...

Then, I don’t know when, all exocelestial body colonies, including the Mars colony, lost contact. Together with all artificial satellites, orbital habitation stations, etc., there was no movement, and the space seemed to have turned into darkness and silence. forest...

finally.

Under the atmosphere of suspicion, fear and suspicion, human society has completely collapsed, the order of various countries is in turmoil, and more and more incomprehensible things are appearing, as if the universe deliberately wants to show the absurd and incredible side.

——So, until the apocalypse comes that cleanses everything.

…………

It can be said that none of this is achieved overnight, and there must be a process of gradual collapse.

And I don't know if I should say it's luck or misfortune. As a reborn person whose soul comes from the timeline of later generations, he is the one who has personally experienced the entire process.

Closing his eyes slightly, Shen Hanri tried hard to expel the phantom of this nightmare from his mind, but there was no way. His thinking ability betrayed him, and he could not help but think about the scene he had witnessed over and over again. A tragic scene.

Nuclear winter, high-energy radiation, memetic viruses...

All of this is just the aftermath of the aftermath, the really scary thing is the source!

A mythical epic of gods, heroes and constellations…

The indescribable, absurd and evil chaos resurrected in the abyss of stars...

It is said that those are the source of everything! It’s just that ordinary things are completely incomprehensible, and the universe has ushered in the fate of death. Some things that have come to the earth from stars far away from light years are also because their galaxies have been destroyed and can only survive. Running for his life.

Clenching his fists tightly, Shen Hanri tried to control his emotions.

He felt fearful and powerless, and at the same time a little sad, hating his own incompetence, because after being reborn, he found that except for the memory information from later generations, he had no real bargaining chips.

Decades of living in the wasteland seem to have given him a lot of survival skills and experience. He can even repair and improve his mechanical prosthetics and electronic neural implants with ease, even with his eyes closed. After all, this is the foundation of a stable life.

But at this time, these things are useless at all, it is the nature of the dragon-slaying technique.

——Although the technology itself is genuine, it is a pity that it is out of date and there is no room for its use.

"Without nano-processing technology and corresponding industrial formulas, there is no way to restore the technologies I remember. Because of the industrial level and manufacturing capabilities of this era, there is simply no way to produce those advanced black technologies..."

Shen Hanri tried to calm down, wrote and drew in his notebook, and recorded all the key points that came to his mind.

"So, I don't have to think about overly advanced finished products for the time being. I need a more suitable entry point... I remember that in the apocalypse, many survivor forces are trying to simplify the technology and apply it. Even children can do it. Some of the "manual work" should be able to be restored..."

Yes, his first thought was indeed to contact the country and work together.

Precisely because he is very aware of the cruelty of the future, he understands that it is not a despair that can be fought by rebirth, relying on foresight, continuous personal adventures, and crazy growth. He even feels that there is something strange behind his "rebirth". with a flavor of intrigue.

so……

There must be no chance thoughts!

We must maximize the strength of the people, the will of the country, and the wisdom of civilization, unite as one, seize all opportunities, seize every slight advantage as much as possible, and build up a mountain bit by bit. Only then can there be any possibility of success. Seize the glimmer of hope for the future.

This is what he was thinking. Perhaps when he first discovered that he was "reborn", he had no arrogant thoughts and impulses. But while listening to the sound of the TV outside and the voices of his parents, Shen Hanri calmed down again. He couldn't I don’t dare to gamble.

Time passes by minute by minute, and I don’t know how long it has passed.

The sounds in the living room outside calmed down, and his parents seemed to have turned off the TV and went to bed. Shen Han stopped writing just now. He looked at the notebook filled with dense words and began to think quickly.

Not long after, the pen in his hand moved quickly again. Combining the current time situation and his own conditions, he very decisively drew "strikethroughs" between each word and line of text to express Negative meaning.

Soon, most of the contents recorded in the notebook were rejected, and the remaining options became very sparse, but they formed an obvious line.

The road ahead becomes increasingly clear.

"The Immeasurable Heavenly Lord of Blessings..."

Putting down his pen and staring at the connected route, Shen Hanri murmured to himself, and then couldn't help but shudder. He didn't know if it was an illusion, or because he had experienced many hardships in later generations, and After he was reborn, he had some preconceived psychological hints in his heart.

He always felt that when he recited this holy name, he was already connected with a certain mysterious existence.

Perhaps many people think that this name is just a title that has been passed down by rumors. Some people say that this title was a storytelling mistake in the 1980s, but it later became widely known. In fact, there is no such mythical figure at all. But in fact, "Heavenly Lord of Infinite Blessings and Lives" appears a lot in Taoist scriptures.

"Thunder Jade Pivot's Repentance of Sins", "Tao Dharma Huiyuan", "Lingbao Lingjiao Jidu Golden Book", "Tai Shang Cave Xuan Ling Bao Immeasurable Human High-grade Miao Sutra"...

It is a mantra that has existed since ancient times, not a new mantra in modern times.

According to Shen Hanri, who came from a later generation, he had only a little knowledge. It seemed that this was an extremely mysterious and ancient Taoist deity. He definitely existed, but no traces could be found. The holy name was even translated into a spoken word similar to the Buddhist "Amitabha".

He was indeed a little frightened to be associated with such a being.

Because he knew deeply that everything was true and that the myth was probably true. At the same time, we also understand very well that gods are not just creators, and they are not just beings who can listen to people’s wishes and realize them.

Fear is the essence of God...

Therefore, people in later generations have poisoned themselves, and even put their hands together to pray for things that want to take their lives, kneeling down, worshiping, and praying.

But what can be done... He smiled bitterly.

…

…

Time quietly came to the next morning.

The reborn person spent a whole night, staying up late searching for various information on the Internet, comparing it one by one with the memories in his mind, and completing the verification to confirm that this was indeed the world he had lived in, rather than traveling to some specious parallel world.

And in the process, because he found some information that was familiar to him, he was gradually reminded of more things, which were memories that were already blurred.

"It's a pity that I didn't remember the lottery numbers or anything like that..."

The grinning reborn person looked at the opened web page. The large red characters on it showed that the current lottery prize pool had accumulated to an astronomical figure. He couldn't help but feel annoyed. If he had known that he would be reborn, he would definitely have to Remember this information.

In that case, at least the beginning won't be such a headache, and it will be much smoother.

"Forget it, don't think too much about these things that may or may not exist, and who knows how many inside stories there are about this kind of thing..." After exhaling, Shen Hanri comforted himself. Maybe it would be useless to memorize the lottery numbers. If the lottery numbers are not good, just change them and you won’t be sure.

He squinted his eyes and continued to click the mouse. The web page was constantly refreshed with his operations. Often, even the content page was not displayed before he would shake his head and click refresh again.

Just like quantum wave speed reading, the computer page cannot keep up with his refresh speed.

Although he had stayed up all night and his eyes were somewhat red and bloodshot, he was still in good spirits and was still in a state of continuous excitement from last night to now.

He didn't know how long it took before he closed the computer and quickly stood up.

"Well……"

Immediately afterwards, the reborn person felt dizzy and almost lost his balance. He could only hold on to the computer desk to avoid falling.

He showed a helpless self-deprecating expression. After all, he was not able to adapt to a purely natural human body so quickly, and he still can't get used to it... because he is really too weak.

——Bullets can easily penetrate the body and cause huge irreversible trauma;

——If there is a lack of oxygen for more than six minutes, the brain will inevitably die;

——The movement speed is not to mention breaking the speed of sound, it is difficult to get close, and the muscle strength is also ridiculously weak. The combined force of both hands is probably not more than one ton...

To put it simply, with such physical quality, any survivor force in later generations will definitely be judged as third-class disabled waste. All this naturally made Shen Hanri very uncomfortable. It would take him a certain amount of time to adapt to the new body, or the original body.

After taking a few deep breaths, he recovered, then picked up his wallet and bank card and went out.

Although he does not come from a rich family, Shen Hanri's background is still much higher than that of many people. One of his parents is a university professor and the other is the director of a department in a city hospital, so his living standard has always been quite high. With.

He did not turn in the red envelopes from previous years, but kept them for himself. Together with the living expenses given by his parents on weekdays, the total added up. It is true that it is not a huge sum of money, but it is still enough as a preliminary start-up capital. Understand.

Shen Hanri first inspected the community near his home, then gritted his teeth and rented a house.

Originally, the landlord wanted to collect half a year's deposit, but of course the reborn person wouldn't do it. His start-up capital was not much, but it was really small. If he lost nearly half of it in this matter, that would be Really affects the opening rhythm.

So he tried his best to talk and play the emotional card. The most important thing was to prove that he was a resident of a nearby community and persuade the landlord to accept that the rent would be paid every month.

After renting a house, he rushed around the city non-stop, seizing the time to buy various materials and props.

For some steel and metals that require a large amount, he only reserved the required amount first, but did not choose to pick up the goods on the spot because he had no place to store them and could not afford the final payment. As for other things, they were transported back to the rented house in large and small packages.

Gold, silver, copper, iron, tin hardware, as well as five-color grains, five-color threads, mirrors, Taoist scriptures, pearl agate...

Wait, wait, wait, a so-called spiritual thing.

After two days of arrangement, he quietly transformed the empty house into a simple execution ground, or a temporary altar, shrine or other ritual place.

Then I found an excuse to tell my parents and left home. In fact, I took this opportunity to fast for three days - bathing, changing clothes, and living alone to show my sincerity. I gave myself the instructions and strengthened the psychological hints over and over again.

At the same time, within these three days, he used his manual skills and experience to carve a statue of the god with his own hands. The face was blurred, but it looked mysterious and solemn.

"I don't know what the mysterious Tianzun is like, but it is said that the Great Dao is invisible. Whatever image the believers have in their own minds, Tianzun actually is what the image is. He is not limited to clay sculptures and wood carvings. He is sincere and spiritual, and can accurately point to the corresponding mysterious existence. That’s it…”

Looking at the statue with a roughly human-shaped outline and a vague face, Shen Hanri also felt a little unsure.

In his previous life, he had never really come into contact with this field. Everything was just hearsay. He only knew that people who were punished could possess all kinds of incredible powers and could shake the power of heaven and earth with their own personal power. The output power of a person could be compared to Gotta get on a space battleship.

They are no less powerful than synthetic humans who have achieved 100% transformation and are powerful enough to rival Transformers; or those warriors of gods who have awakened the so-called divine bloodline and are as tall as Titans.

But those were too far away from Shen Hanri. If he hadn't been reborn, he probably wouldn't have had the chance to come into contact with this field.

"Everything is different now. I should be the first to receive the decree. As long as everything goes well and I maintain this advantage, the qualifications of the latecomers to be assessed and issued will be largely in my hands. This can be regarded as With the greatest capital..."

The reborn person thought to himself, feeling a surge of emotion in his heart.

He carefully brought the statue to the top of the altar. After hesitating for a while, he decided to start the ceremony directly.

Regarding consecration and worshiping gods, strictly speaking, time, hour, and location are very particular, but he does not have such conditions now. He can't even build a Taoist temple, so he can only rent a place to temporarily open the altar, and other things are natural. It means following the right in urgent matters.

Sincerity leads to spirituality, this principle is above all else...

He comforted himself in this way, and at the same time, he officially began this extremely simplified Taoist ritual.

"Whenever a statue of a god is made, it must be installed first to respond to the five internal organs. Therefore, the hardware should be selected first, and then the five-color grains and five-color threads should be used. A new clean sheet with no remaining yellow marks should be used. A new clean pen should be written with the "Tibetan Talisman"..."

Shen Hanri muttered to himself while strictly following the steps to get started.

"Then there are Taoist classics, as well as bronze mirrors, almanacs, grains, spiritual talismans, and incense ash. They are also necessary ritual supplies. Let me think about what should be done... Well, it seems that the next step is to offer sacrifices, burn incense, chant sutras, and recite incantations. I don’t know how to fight with cloth, burn tables, or worship, I don’t know the last few things..."

After thinking about it seriously, he continued to bite the bullet and recite silently that sincerity leads to spiritual success.

…………

Boom.

When the reborn person is completely immersed in the simplified holy ritual, trying to convince himself that red tape is not the point, and that sincerity is the key.

The sky outside was silently covered with a thick layer of dark clouds, and thunder resounded dullly.

With this city as the center point, dark clouds rolled in from all directions and accumulated continuously, as if forming a thick sky curtain that blocked all observations of the planet from outer space.

In the deepest part of the void, an evil eye bigger than a star opened and looked straight in the direction of the solar system.

The changes in the timeline were too obvious, causing many manifestations and wills to notice...

The war begins early.