Rebuilding Terra

Di Ruiji wandered alone in the desolate land that seemed to be forgotten by time. His lonely figure moved slowly in the empty wilderness, and every step seemed to be accompanied by a heavy sigh. His heart was like a rolling turbulent wave, filled with complex and indescribable emotions about this world. Those so-called heroes, in his scrutinizing eyes, were nothing more than a group of hypocritical guys who seemed to be righteous. They always stood high above on the so-called moral high ground, and used those seemingly righteous and high-sounding words to judge everything in the world at will. It seemed that they were the embodiment of truth and mastered the absolute justice in the world.

Di Ruiji knew deeply that the terrible plague power in his body was like an indestructible and inescapable heavy shackle, which bound him tightly and made him unable to breathe freely. That power was like a demon lurking in his body, which could break free at any time and bring disaster to the world. Despite this, Di Ruiji cherished and longed for the breath of life more than anyone else in his heart. He had stood on the land affected by his power countless times, watching those innocent lives disappear one by one like withered petals under his unintentional harm.

His heart was filled with endless pain and regret, and that pain was like a sharp thorn, piercing deep into his soul. However, those who claimed to be righteous people never tried to understand his difficulties. They just relied on those seemingly righteous words and took it for granted that they had the right to seize the right to survive of others. In their prejudiced eyes, Di Ruiji was the embodiment of evil, an existence that must be eliminated in this world, as if his existence was a sin.

Sad, so sad. Deep in his heart, Di Ruiji sighed silently and heavily. The sigh seemed to travel through time and space, carrying endless helplessness and sorrow. He had long guessed that behind his repeated transfers was Held's unfathomable conspiracy. Looking back now, the carefully planned plan was so perfect, so perfect that it made people shudder, as if every step was precisely calculated and arranged.

First, he was transferred to the mysterious and unknown prehistoric world. His arrival was like an unstoppable storm of disaster. The plague power in him, like a wildfire, instantly spread across the vast land, and wherever he went, it turned into a wasteland and dead silence. The people in the prehistoric world looked at him in horror, their eyes full of fear and disgust, as if they were looking at a demon crawling out of the depths of hell. Then, he was ruthlessly transferred to an ordinary village that was originally peaceful and harmonious. His appearance was like a sudden nightmare, which instantly plunged this village that was once full of laughter into endless pain and despair. He brought irreparable huge losses to the world, and therefore, it seemed as if he had declared himself dead, as if his fate had been determined.

"What does evil mean? Is my existence evil?" This question, like a heavy shackle, is like an unsolvable mysterious spell. It has been tightly entangled with Di Ruiji for his entire life, making him unable to break free. He tried to find the answer countless times. During those long years, he struggled to find it in lonely thinking. But every time he thought about it, it seemed to make him fall into deeper confusion, as if he was wandering in endless darkness, unable to find a ray of light and direction. He also thought about changing, thinking about doing his best to control the terrible power in himself and no longer bring any harm to the world. But fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke on him. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how he struggled, the power of the plague was always like his shadow, following him closely, never leaving.

Finally, after countless setbacks and blows, Di Ruiji gave up completely. He gave up the idea of ​​change, and also gave up the belief of continuing to live. He felt as if he was a lonely existence ruthlessly abandoned by the whole world, without any value and meaning of existence. In this world, he seemed to be a superfluous person, an existence that only brought disaster and pain to the world.

In the village shrouded in the flames of war, the battle has entered a fierce stage. The village chief, the old man who once led the villagers to tenaciously resist the injustice and disaster of fate, was ultimately defeated by the powerful force of the people in the heavens in the fierce battle, and fell to the ground covered with wounds. When the village chief's scarred and exhausted body slowly fell, the people in the heavens walked slowly towards Di Ruiji step by step with the attitude of a winner. Di Ruiji looked at them quietly, with a bitter and helpless smile on his face. That smile was full of ridicule of fate and helplessness towards this world.

"If I die, will you be heroes? She is really amazing. She trained you to be so outstanding without showing up herself." Di Ruiji's voice was full of mockery and helplessness. He knew clearly that these people in the heavens were just pawns in Held's hands, being cleverly used by her to realize her conspiracy. They may not know what role they play in this conspiracy, but just blindly carry out the so-called righteous mission.

Di Ruiji has an immortal body. Even though he has long been prepared for death and the end of his fate, his immortal body seems to be playing a cruel joke on him and will revive him again and again. In the fierce battle, he suddenly saw a dimensional crack opened next to him. In the crack, the mysterious and powerful force of time and space surged, as if sending a silent and tempting call to him. Di Ruiji made a decision in his heart instantly. He knew that the people in the heavens could not really kill him, but he did not want to continue to struggle endlessly like this, and did not want more lives to be harmed because of him.

"Maybe I should have ended this damn life a long time ago, but before I die, I will never let Held get what he wants." Di Ruiji swore secretly in his heart. He began to use up his last strength and started a thrilling battle with the people in the heaven. Every time he attacked, he was full of resolute power, as if he wanted to release all the anger and unwillingness in his heart. He knew that he could choose to die, but before he died, he wanted to sharpen the edge of the heaven even sharper, so that they could see Held's conspiracy clearly. He made the same decision as Bakar, to use his life to sharpen the chosen edge, so that this seam blade would eventually have the power to counterattack Held.

After several fierce battles, Di Ruiji's body was finally torn apart by the powerful force of time and space. The mysterious and powerful force, like a ruthless meat grinder, crushed his body bit by bit. His consciousness gradually blurred in the endless pain, as if the whole world was moving away from him.

The prehistoric world lost the shadow of Di Ruiji. In the prejudiced eyes of the people, they naively thought that they had really destroyed Di Ruiji, as if the world would return to peace from then on.