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The long night is as black as lacquer. As bright as a mirror.
墨書 Inktalez
"Ying ying... ying..."
Southern Borders Recruitment Office, night falls, the setting sun dyes the sky blood red, and a sense of foreboding fills the quiet courtyard.
Candlelight flickers weakly, casting mottled shadows. Suddenly, a piercing scream shatters the tranquility, sending shivers down one's spine.
At the end of the pitch-black darkness, a figure covered in blood appeared. His steps were unsteady, as if he had lost his balance. His clothes were torn, revealing gruesome wounds from which blood continued to flow, leaving a trail of crimson on the ground. His eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if he had endured terrible torture. The air was thick with the nauseating smell of blood. Everywhere lay shattered limbs and debris, the ground stained red, creating a gruesome scene.
Fear shrouds every corner, and people panic and flee in all directions, trying to escape this nightmare. In the darkness, eerie laughter can be faintly heard, as if some evil presence is mocking it all. In the shadows, there are flickering, eerie lights that send shivers down one's spine. This terrifying scene seems to have plunged people into the depths of hell, from which there is no escape.
The raging fire mercilessly engulfed this place, leaving behind a trail of scorched ruins. The air was filled with a strong smell of burning, making people feel nauseous.
On this land ravaged by the fierce flames, lay scattered charred bodies emitting a foul stench. These once lively lives had now turned to ashes, leaving behind only dismembered limbs and unrecognizable remains.
At that moment, a group of circling blood crows appeared in the sky. Their feathers were as crimson as blood, and their eyes gleamed with an eerie light.
These blood crows seem to be full of curiosity about this ruin, constantly circling and diving, as if searching for something. Suddenly, a baby-like cry came, sharp and piercing, echoing throughout the courtyard.
The sound was chilling and hair-raising. The cry seemed to be the voice of a resentful spirit from the depths of hell, carrying endless resentment and curses.
As the crying grew louder, the blood crows became more excited. They began to peck frantically at the charred bodies, the scene exceptionally bloody and terrifying.
Every peck is accompanied by the sound of bones shattering and the sight of blood and flesh splattering, making people tremble in fear at the sight. And the baby's crying has never stopped, as if enjoying this cruel feast with the blood crows. The young man half-knelt on the cold, hard ground, his body trembling slightly, tightly gripping the broken sword in his hand, as if it were his last reliance.
His other hand hung limp, and black blood oozed continuously from his chest, the grim wound revealing bone, a chilling sight.
His gaze was as cold as ice, staring fixedly ahead, murmuring to himself, "With blood I summon, to sacrifice my soul, return to me, return to me, return to me!" Each word carried endless determination and obsession.
Before the last word fell, he suddenly opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world. Yet, in that instant, a hint of unwillingness and despair flashed in his eyes.
Immediately, a group of blood crows swarmed in, their sharp beaks like razor blades, mercilessly pecking at the young man's blood and flesh. The young man let out a piercing scream that echoed through the air, sending shivers down the spine. This was an extremely cruel and ancient ritual - a living sacrifice of blood and flesh to summon back a soul. He used his own life as the price to summon some mysterious power or soul.
The whole scene was bloody and terrifying, as if being in hell. The air around was filled with a strong smell of death, making it hard to breathe. Meanwhile, the young man was suffering in agony, his body gradually becoming battered, but his will remained unyielding. Perhaps, in his heart, there was something more important than life itself, worth such a great sacrifice.
However, the next moment, his heart was like a dark swamp, heavy and hopeless. The flame of hope flickered in his heart, but it was mercilessly extinguished by the harsh winds of reality. He firmly believed that he could turn the tide, but repeated failures plunged him into the abyss of despair. The shattering of hope felt like a sharp sword, piercing his soul.
Fate played a cruel joke on him. Just when he thought he saw the dawn, hope was shattered in an instant. Despair surged like a tide, engulfing him. He felt incredibly weary and powerless, as if all his efforts had lost meaning. He knelt there in confusion, the despair and disappointment intertwining in his heart. He began to doubt if his perseverance still had value, if he should continue moving forward.
However, hope is like a dream, and miracles are not always present. After taking one last look at the world, the young man knelt weakly on the ground, allowing the darkness to consume him.
"Soul, come back... Soul, come back..."
Faintly, he heard the call echoing in his ears. The young man opened his eyes, and as far as his gaze could reach, it was an endless land of darkness, filled with terror and despair.
The scorching flames burned on the ground, releasing twisted smoke that suffocated people. The surroundings were desolate, with rugged rocks and no signs of life.
He clearly remembered that he should have long departed from this world, buried within that Recruitment Office. However, at this moment, he stood here alive, as if everything was just a surreal dream.
Memories flooded his mind like a tide, yet he found that he had forgotten too many crucial things.
The once spirited young man now wears only a bitter smile on his face. His laughter reveals endless sadness and helplessness, as if mocking the unpredictability of fate and his own powerlessness. The relentless flow of time has mercilessly eroded his spirit, causing him to gradually lose himself in the whirlpool of time. He stands on the edge of darkness, facing an endless void as if the abyss of fate has opened up before him.
Fear follows him like a shadow, scratching at his soul like icy fingers. His heart races, his breath quickens, and sweat beads on his forehead.
Every unknown step feels like approaching the edge of a cliff, not knowing what awaits him.
The future seems filled with endless uncertainty, as if he can see countless possible outcomes, each one filling him with dread.
His eyes were filled with confusion and fear, and various terrible scenes kept appearing in his mind. He was worried about losing everything from now on. This fear of the unknown prevented him from taking a step forward, as if he were bound by an invisible force. However, deep down, he also knew that fear is just an emotion, and it cannot block his path forward. He needed to muster the courage to face the unknown and explore that dark territory.
Although fear still existed, he decided not to let it control his destiny, but to face the challenges of fate with firm belief and courage. Suddenly, a peaceful atmosphere filled the sky. The sunlight shone through the thin mist onto this desolate land, and a strange fragrance wafted through the air. The young man looked up and gazed towards the source of the fragrance.
In the center of that vast open space, a golden light gradually rose. As the light grew brighter, a figure gradually emerged, emitting a compassionate and wise light, as solemn and sacred as the center of the universe. It was Buddha, walking slowly from the light, his feet treading on a lotus flower. Buddha's face was kind and peaceful, his eyes filled with endless wisdom and compassion.
Buddha's appearance brought a sense of inner peace and tranquility to the young man, as if all worries and pains vanished in that moment. Countless auspicious clouds and Buddha's light surrounded him, illuminating the entire world.
With Buddha's appearance, the entire scene was enveloped in a sacred atmosphere. The birds ceased their singing, and the wind seemed to become gentle, as if expressing reverence to Buddha. This feeling made one unable to resist the urge to kneel down and pray devoutly.
The Buddha's voice penetrates the soul, as if speaking the innermost thoughts of each person. Dong! The sound of a bell rings out, echoing in the young man's ears, "I offer my life as a sacrifice, calling back the soul." The young man asks, "How can it return?" Buddha smiles and says, "Life and death are predetermined. You offer your life, calling back your departed soul. However, returning is not the end, but a new beginning."
The young man furrowed his brow in confusion, and Buddha continued, "The soul has returned, but the mind has not. You need to seek the truth in order to find clarity." With that, Buddha waved his hand, and a mysterious door appeared before the young man. "Pass through this door, and you will embark on the path to find the truth."
After hesitating for a moment, the young man ultimately stepped towards the door. Behind it lay a chaotic world, with faint glimmers of light flickering in the darkness. As he took each step forward, his heart was filled with doubt and unease.
He did not know what awaited him ahead, but he understood that this was the necessary path to reclaiming his true self.
"Dong!"
"Dong dong..."
The surroundings were pitch black, but faintly, the young man saw a distant glimmer. He took a step forward and began to chase after it, but the light seemed to grow further and further away.
Although he was close at hand, he seemed as unreachable as the ends of the earth. The young man breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted. Yes, he had left this bustling and complicated world, heading towards the endless dark abyss. Death, once a terrifying concept, was no longer frightening to him. Looking back on the past, his brief and brilliant life was like a shooting star across the sky. Though fleeting, the light it left behind was enough to shake the heart.
When he was young, he was full of spirit and ambition, and with outstanding talent and relentless effort, he quickly rose among the crowd.
His name became a topic of great interest among people, and his deeds were widely praised. Those brilliant achievements were like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating his path forward.
However, fate always likes to play tricks on people. Just as he stood at the peak of his life, a sudden and unexpected event shattered everything.
The former glory and brilliance have turned into nothing in the blink of an eye, leaving only desolation and dimness. Despite the dismal outcome, it now seems that none of it really matters anymore. Because in the final moment of life, he realized a truth: life is full of variables and uncertainties, and both success and failure are indispensable parts of the journey.
What is truly important is the various experiences we go through in this process, the wisdom we gain, and the growth deep within our hearts. Whether we return is no longer important. Suddenly, a bright light flashes and disappears. The young man stops in his tracks, lost in thought. He realizes that chasing after the light is not the only way. He closes his eyes and listens to the voice within his heart.
In the darkness, he gradually calmed down and recalled the bits and pieces of the past. He remembered his former self and the people who had once accompanied him. At this moment, he opened his eyes and found the darkness around him beginning to fade, replaced by a peaceful scene. A clear stream flowed gently, and the riverbank was adorned with colorful flowers.
The boy strolled along the stream, and his mind became clearer and clearer. He realized that true return does not lie in external pursuits, but in the awakening of the heart. He decided to let go of his past self and accept his fate. When he looked back again, the mysterious door had disappeared without a trace. At this moment, the boy felt a sense of unprecedented ease and freedom. He knew deep down that whether or not he returned, he had found his own answer.
Be your own master, as long as you are unwilling, no one can control you, The long night is as black as lacquer., the heart is like a clear mirror.
Death is the result for everyone, why does no one care about death, if you don't care about death, then what else is worth caring about.
"Recruitment Office..."
"Is this how it ends?" The young man's lips curled into a mocking smile, his eyes filled with disdain, mocking the title of "The top talent of the Southern Border" as utterly ridiculous. His voice was sharp and cutting, as if each word was meant to pierce the hearts of others. "You are so naive!" he said, placing his hand on the young man's shoulder. "I thought a miracle had occurred. In my eyes, you are nothing but an overambitious clown!" His tone was filled with contempt and scorn.
After speaking, he didn't forget to add a contemptuous smile, as if telling the other person that he didn't care about them at all.
Your Highness, the Recruitment Office has more than three hundred people here. Not even a mosquito has flown out. Should we bury them on the spot or burn them with fire?
Do I need to say it myself? Except for him, the others will be burned. I want him to rot and stink in broad daylight, and finally end up in a crow's belly to ease my hatred.
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