The history revealed in the book was truly stirring.
“So it turns out this place had undergone reconstruction before. The land we now stand on was artificially created.”
With that, many things suddenly made sense.
For example, why Nerrifa was neatly divided into two halves, and why the Shamanic Forest grew precisely along Nerrifa’s zero and one hundred eighty-degree meridians, splitting the two great empires.
Such an overly orderly distribution made it hard to believe it was a natural growth.
Now, knowing Nerrifa’s origin, the whole truth became clear.
Another example was why Nerrifa’s size was many times that of Earth, yet its gravity and temperature were similar to Earth’s.
Because all of this was man-made; gravity, temperature, and other rules were locked into certain ranges using some kind of sequence.
“Strategy Points, Guxing… does she mean the White Space is the reconstruction opportunity provided to us by that ‘Guxing’?”
Of course, the little figure in the book wouldn’t answer; she was just a residual image.
“That’s not important. What matters is that since Nerrifa underwent reconstruction, they must have experience in rebuilding celestial bodies. We can use that experience to avoid many detours!” Bai Xiaozhi quickly realized the opportunity behind this.
Ar Kang would likely fulfill his dream soon.
“There’s a process behind it.”
The little figure finished speaking, so the Witch flipped to the next page.
The little figure appeared again, continuing the narration.
“At first, we were terrified. We watched helplessly as our mother star shattered, engulfed by a profound despair.”
This time, there were not only words but also recorded images from that era.
Wu Xiaomi once again saw the planet breaking apart, but this time it was Haiena.
“We arrived at a White Space, which we called the Preparation Room. We were teleported there in situ, and then… those were dark days.”
“The anxiety of survival drove people insane. We started infighting; some resorted to ruthless methods to grow stronger, others sought to dominate the post-disaster world.
But no one cared about Nerrifa. All the naïve fools who wanted to rebuild Nerrifa died in the first three attempts at reconstruction.”
This was inevitably heartbreaking.
“Until the sky began flashing a countdown, and the oxygen in the White Space became dangerously thin. We were about to suffocate in the Preparation Room… that was when people realized how serious the situation was.”
“It turned out the White Space was not a free new home. It was merely a temporary refuge offered out of pity by certain beings.”
“If we continued to be complacent and failed to rebuild Haiena, we would all perish in the Preparation Room sooner or later.”
In the image, the White Space was fading, seeming to melt away.
Wu Xiaomi understood that this was also the future Earth’s refugees would face.
“Again, it was the threat of survival, but whereas before those threats tore us apart, this time they united us.”
“At that time in White Space, three forces were the largest: Nayi, Lingguang, and the Shamans under my command.”
“Our landing zone was called Yadeer. As Raiders, we had to help the local inhabitants survive the disaster.”
“At first, the natives of Yadeer did not trust us. After all, Raiders were notorious for misdeeds and poor morals. But after several reconstructions, we finally established trust.”
“The days that followed were spent racking our brains to earn Strategy Points.”
“Time and again we launched raids, facing life-or-death crises. Nayi, Lingguang, and the Shamans, through countless joint battles, finally put aside their grudges.”
“We became the strongest allies.”
“And we found a method for reconstruction.”
Here it comes!
The method for reconstruction!
“The core of a celestial body is iron, so Lingguang exchanged for an iron sphere, flapped wings, and carried the massive scorching iron ball to where Haiena had been.”
Carried?
A nest—how exactly was this supposed to be learned?
“Outside the iron core was the rock layer. Nayi, as a descendant of the Earth God King Haiena, was especially skilled at moving earth and stone. After a few years of training in Yadeer, his strength was enough to shape the land.”
Again with the manual labor?
Sister, you might as well not say anything!
The rest of the operations were the same.
The little figure in the book rattled off one unfamiliar technique after another, many not even existing within the sequence.
And then Nerrifa was built.
“…”
It sounded like nonsense.
To sum it up in one sentence—go to the world where the raid occurs, grind madly to improve your strength, wait until you are strong enough to shape a celestial body, then the rest is like stacking building blocks.
The path.
I get the reasoning, but when you originally cast Earth out, you stripped away all the Lingyuan of Earth’s ancestors!!!
We don’t have that kind of trick!
“In short, through everyone’s joint effort, the new world was finally built.”
“We gave the new world a new name. We no longer called it Haiena. Instead, it was Nerrifa—in the demon god language, Nerrifa means ‘balance.’”
“The new name represented our new hope for this world.”
“We have understood that some taboos are things life must never touch.”
“We never want to endure the pain of our homeland’s destruction again, nor witness everyone turning into beasts in absurd scenes.”
“So we divided the world into three.”
“We warned future generations never to feel curiosity for the stars above, and never to leave the land.”
“To ensure safety, we pretended to break ties and redirected everyone’s focus to war.”
“We even left a mark in the bloodline of our descendants—everyone who participates in the inheritance ritual develops a strong desire to rule Nerrifa.”
“This way, they would forever be addicted to war.”
“And never touch that taboo.”
“Likewise, we left marks in the blood of all other living beings.”
“Instilling in them the most primal fear of the sky, so they would never want to explore there.”
“Forgive us, children. All of this was for the safety of Nerrifa.”
……
The little figure’s image disappeared once more.
But Wu Xiaomi’s heart could not settle for a long time.
She didn’t know if exploring the stars was humanity’s arrogance or greatness.
But she knew Earth’s fate.
The people of old Haiena, to protect the flame of life, even stripped the souls of the escapees.
Yet humanity still moved toward the sky.
Life always finds a way.
No matter the fear, blockade, or deprivation—even the gods can never stop life’s instinct to seek knowledge.
If the soul is lost, people will find technology.
If technology is lost, perhaps someday in the future, life will find new substitutes and adapt to new physical laws.
Unless it is completely erased.
If there truly is a mission born with people, inscribed in everyone’s genes, it is curiosity—the fearful yet brave exploration of the unknown.
The Witch flipped to the fourth page.
The little figure popped up again.
“Come, it’s time to make a decision,” she said.
“To bear the infamy and become a sinner throughout history, yet take the step to destroy Nerrifa. For your family and friends, for all living beings of Nerrifa, to maintain all of this…”
“Decide.”