Russell returns.

After a few months of disappearance, he finally returned with news of victory and hope for the future.

He was awakened by the loud cry of the birth of new life and the hope that sprouted from the hearts of men.

Through the prophecy and plan of the deer head, the people who already know the truth cheer and celebrate the victory of their heroes over the illusion. But Russell's return did not cause any waves, frenzy, or doubts among the crowd.

Because people are no longer confused.

They already know the way forward, how they are going to move forward and where they are going.

For them, "heroes" are no longer a necessity of life.

Under the eternal night, in the city, everyone who has lived until now has become a hero.

A hero of the family, a hero of the lover. It's his own hero.

They did not choose to save the world for the sake of "the inheritance of civilization" and "the future of mankind", but to protect the people around them. They didn't trust Russell because of the "twilight seeds" or "heroes" – simply because they didn't want to give up hope.

They still want to be alive. I want to live with the people I value.

It is because this desire is so clear that it is all one. Origin, gender, spiritual kinship, age, talent, education, appearance, personality. Humanity that is not the same as others in any field can unite them.

Not a noble ideal.

Just for the common life.

It's a disaster. But at the same time, it is also an opportunity.

Russell lamented the growth of people. Dressed in a white robe, he crouched at the top of the hospital building, quietly looking at the city in the eternal night.

Compared to the glorious night view on the empty island in the past, the city in the eternal night seems so silent. Only a handful of key facilities remain lit up overnight. The city was filled with an icy wind, and the window lattices were covered with a thick layer of frost.

Russell only stayed for a short time, and a layer of frost formed on his clothes. It looks like a statue covered in snow.

"Aren't you going to see your kids?"

Bad Day's lazy voice came from behind Russell: "It's a lovely little girl. Your eyes are yours."

"I've seen it. I went there as soon as I came back to this world. I've even already named her."

Russell didn't look back, and replied softly, "You underestimate me too much. I'm everywhere."

"Our new god—"

Bad Day sighed and walked behind Russell. His arms were propped up on the railing, and the cold wind couldn't get close to him. He walked by, and the wind and snow avoided it. Even if it's only an inch away, it seems like it's a kilometer away.

"What's the girl's name?"

"It's called Anna."

"Does it have any special meaning?"

"I had a friend in my previous life, and that's his name."

Russell smiled and said, "I told Delphinium. If it's a girl, it's called Anna; If it's a boy, it's called Annan.

"In remembrance... I have lived in another world. And I'll never go back."

"Even if you become a god, you can't go back?"

Bad Day suddenly said, "Is this the future you want? To unite people with a worldwide catastrophe, a catastrophe that is closely related to all people."

"If I'm really 'God,' maybe I can go back. But what's the point, to bring calamity back to my homeland? It would be better to stay here and be the warden of this eternal life.

Russell glanced at the bad day and casually pointed out the idea of the bad day: "You wonder if this disaster is bound to come. You're wondering if I can do it before it strikes."

Hearing this, Bad Sun shook his head slightly.

Bad Day didn't answer, but whispered, "Actually, I like that thing you did, I mean, Brokers.

"The Brokers use all men to help one

Cutting people is tantamount to teaching human beings to help themselves. This is good. Only those who help themselves will be helped."

Russell didn't answer. Because he knows what Bad Day wants to say.

He wasn't even trying to tell or ask anything. I just want to vent my confused emotions.

"When I was very young, I dreamed of being part of such a group. Looking at the children who were busy and sweating profusely to help others, I thought of myself back then. There is no particular reason, it's just that I think this kind of work is very beautiful, maybe because I was born in the Nan family and am a genius, and I don't feel how difficult and painful life is."

Bad Day whispered, "Until the man showed up.

"—My life or death doesn't matter. As small as I am, until death is just a grain of sand in the times. If I can make a small wave, I think it would be my honor."

He said this and took a deep breath.

Turning to Russell, "This is what your father, my teacher told me.

"I was struck by the vastness and greatness that I could feel when I looked directly at the torrent of the times, and I realized for the first time ...... Maybe I'm not the center of the world. I'm just a tiny grain of sand. One day, it will be washed away by time. I take that sense of awe to heart.

"That year, at the age of 14, when I was imagining the future for the first time, I fell into 'thinking, not 'delusion'.

"What I'm thinking about is - what can I do to make this era remember me?"

"Become a 'great man,'" he said.

"Well, to be 'the great,' That's what Alice said to me back then. At the time, I wondered that I was a candidate for the Raider Elf, and what could be greater than the Raider Elf?"

Bad Day stares at the dark sky.

He couldn't tell if it was night or day.

But there was a bright light in his eyes.

"That's what I asked Alice."

Bad Day said, "Alice gave me a different answer than Sheath.

"She said... If you raise your eyes infinitely and stay infinitely farther away, then there is no point in becoming any big shot. One day, the company will be wiped out, just as the kingdom of yesteryear will be gone. The directors will be forgotten by the people, just as we have forgotten the kings and nobles. And in the infinite future, perhaps civilization will disappear and humanity will die. At that time, any star who shines brightly in history will also lose its meaning.

"—but, you're helping even one person. Let his fate change, save him from the quagmire, pull him back to the right path, and send him back to the world. You will be a hero who will be remembered by him for the rest of his life. There is no greater person in this world than you in this world. You are his 'hero' alone.

"And those who are willing to help others, and who have the ability to help others, so that others can live happily and die cleanly, is the greatest person in their hearts. Greater than any director, any elf.

"—'Be a hero, save others, Nanliujing,'"

Bad Day whispered, "That's what she said. It was then that I understood that it is not only those who have set off a torrent in the times and have been engraved by the times that can be called great people."

Russell chuckled, "This is probably my mother's partiality... She never said anything like wanting me to be a hero one day."

"She favors you and doesn't want you to be sacrificed. This is the greatness of the mother. That's why. I had to follow you on that empty ship because I was afraid that you would one day go the wrong way. That's why I will take you to the Tower of Babel against the will of the doctors, and I will behead you at that time and say that word to you."

"—be a hero, Russell."

Russell and Bad Day replied in unison.

He laughed heartily and stood up from the ground. Easily flicked the frost and snow on his body.

He looked back at Bad Sun, his pupils a clear emerald green. Just with the newborn girl

A color.

And Bad Day looked at Russell and smiled.

He held out his right hand, and Russell gripped it firmly.

"I have one last question. Our warden, the guardian of civilization, the greatest hero, the brave man who saved the world—

"Can you tell me about the people who still didn't make it to the end of the day?

Bad Day solemnly asked Russell, "How do you define the word 'hero' yourself, who is most worthy of being called a hero?"

"—I am a hero, and I am a pioneer."

Russell said without hesitation, "Dare to be the first. Dare to be the first in the world."

「...… Pioneers."

Bad Day chewed on the word and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. It's like letting go of something.

He suddenly smiled, "Then this time, it's not your turn to be a hero. After all, you're going to be the last to appear.

"This time, let's be the pioneers."