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He wasn't taken to face execution by fire.

When the Holy Alliance Army kicked down his door, he finished humming the song and smiled, saying, "You finally came, but the special medicine is no longer in my hands."

Then he picked up the silver revolver from the drawer, aimed it at his temple, and bang.

The blood-red of the sunset matched the flowing blood, stars twinkling in the universe, a meteor was falling towards another vast universe.

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"——Oh wind, oh wind, please do not leave without return, please do not leave without return."

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[No.3 link the fire (Fire Transmitter)·Jiayu Yang (杨嘉裕)]

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Yang Jiayu was a soldier in Dragon City.

Life was simple, besides love for his country, there was only his wife and children.

On this day, as he returned from his post, wanting to brew a steaming cup of goji tea, he suddenly saw a teleportation light flash in the air, and a glass vial fell into his palm.

In an instant, Yang Jiayu's brain flooded with a massive amount of memories. He received all of Tina and Lusi's memories.

Yang Jiayu hesitated for a long time.

"I have a family, a wife and children, an eighty-year-old mother. If I keep human history to myself, my entire family will be implicated," Yang Jiayu murmured.

Looking at the mighty pass outside the mountain, the white snow falling in waves, he clenched the glass vial in his hand.

—Yet, if he were to offer this glass vial to the deity, thus severing human history, he was unwilling.

He thought of Tina and Lusi's fate—clearly, they were just two ordinary people, yet they could immediately decide to shoulder everything. They were extremely ordinary in life, yet could burn fiercely and emit an exceptionally strong light in their last moment.

What great dedication.

Yang Jiayu sat in front of the thermos for a long time, gazing at the snow outside the pass, warm steam hovering, drifting over his wrinkled face. He looked at the military uniform hanging by the door, at the star on his shoulder, and then pressed his finger on the photo on the table, feeling the face of his wife on it.

Mighty pass, indeed like steel, but now stride from the beginning again.

He didn't know how long this transmission of fireseed would last, spanning how many people—the deity would relentlessly send the Holy Alliance Army to arrest the holder of the special medicine. The scorching fireseed was already in his hands, only by promptly passing it to the next person in a safer situation could the fireseed continue to be passed down.

"Squad leader, if you were alive, you'd definitely pat my shoulder and say: Young man, don't be scared, you're a protector of human history, don't shrink back."

Yang Jiayu touched the yellowed old photo in the drawer, a slightly aged face smiled faintly. He thought of past years in the army, gathering around big pot meals, chatting about when the snow would stop, when they could go home, when late spring would arrive.

The snow will stop.

As long as someone strives for it, desires to see sunlight spill between clouds.

As long as the fireseed can reach a human so powerful even the deity cannot kill.

That's the only way this endless passing of the fireseed will finally end. Human history will finally be preserved.

—Does such a person exist in this world?

Yang Jiayu didn't know, but he felt he should pass this fireseed down.

He placed his wife and children in a safe place. He set out with the glass vial, ready to leave.

Who would have thought, the Holy Alliance Army had already surrounded this place. Their expressions solemn and stern, they intended to execute him.

Facing the raging flames, Yang Jiayu smiled bitterly.

"Oh deity, you are indeed closely watching this human world," he muttered, "You know every human's actions, but why do you remain indifferent to the world's suffering?"

He fiddled with the old photo in his arms, used the teleportation talisman to send away the glass vial, faced the blazing fire, closed his eyes, stretched out his arms, as if embracing the entire green mountain.

That day, flames in the northern land of Dragon City burned ceaselessly, nearly staining the sky red. The Yang family's daughter-in-law waiting on the opposite side of the city walls never saw her simple, hardworking husband return.

The thermos brewing goji remained on the table, no one went to close its lid. Steam blurred, the interior of the border was silent.

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A drop of water, to resist the mighty river.

—Who can say if this is courage or blind folly, who can say if this is grand or stupid?

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[No.4 link the fire (Fire Transmitter)·Wycliffe (魏克利夫)]

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Wyklev was an elderly priest, he had solemnly prostrated during rites and had listened to the deity's oracle.

However, when the glass vial arrived in his hands, after sitting alone in the room for a night, he decided to defy his faith once in his life and pass it on.

At least, it wasn't the end here, he wasn't someone who could oppose the deity, this glass vial couldn't stay with him.

He had seen children cruelly killed for entering the temple, he had seen priests slaughter innocent residents, he wished to resist once.

Yet, he was arrested just after leaving the chapel.

In the end, he forcefully threw away the glass vial, landing in the hands of a girl by the street.

At the moment the sword pierced him, his aged and dried lips continuously kissed the cross on his neck, blood staining the shiny silver.

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I have forsaken my faith, becoming an impure being.

Please continue to pass it on, may the ancient Old God bless you.

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[No.5 link the fire (Fire Transmitter)·Nanaka Fujisaji (藤口关奈奈佳)]

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Nanaka Fujisaji, at the moment she received the glass vial, the memories of the four prior people flooded into her mind, she immediately chose to use a talisman to escape.

She was an artist, a young, wandering artist.

Life on the run with the glass vial made her regret a little, but she had already carried the emotions and hopes of the four before her, these emotions collided with her selfishness repeatedly, she didn't choose to hand over the glass vial.

—Human history, human history!

How many rare gems from the sea are hidden inside, how many precious paintings? How could she bear to let them be buried, never to see the light of day. She thought of her art teacher's tears when burning ancient paintings, this romantic artist sentiment made it impossible for her to turn back.

She fled while painting, running towards the headquarters of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance. She knew the Human Self-Rescue Alliance was the only organization publicly resisting the deity, she must hand over the glass vial to them.

Along the way, she handed the glass vial to a Human Self-Rescue Alliance envoy, then felt relieved and planned to return home.

However, the Holy Alliance Army still sought to kill her.

On her way home, the Holy Alliance Army's arrows pierced her body, the snow-white drawing paper in her backpack scattered everywhere, stained with blood, like the feathers of a white bird.

In this flurry of blood-red feathers, she slowly fell, her eyes full of her paintings. They fluttered in the air, as if angels were singing praises.

She coughed blood, a secret pain rising in her heart.

—If history is erased, all art buried.

Will anyone still look back, cherish the art created long ago?

Will anyone still remember which era their drawings recorded?

If everything painted today will be burned by flames in a few years, should they escape this rain?

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In the end, Nanaka Fujisaji felt no regret.

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[No.6 link the fire (Fire Transmitter)·Bartholomew (巴塞洛缪)]

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Bartholomew, as a Human Self-Rescue Alliance envoy, carried the glass vial, running day and night on the way.

On the road, arrows pierced his back, pinning him to the ground.

When the Holy Alliance Army came, they found Bartholomew dead with not the glass vial in hand, but a decoy to distract them, the cap engraved with: [Hmph, don't think you can steal human history. Tricked by me, the glass vial was sent away long ago!] A small script.

Bartholomew thought, this way he left enough time for the person behind.

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[No.7 link the fire (Fire Transmitter)·Yuqing Shen (沈雨晴)]

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Shen Yuqing tapped the keyboard, sending a call for help email to the company. She opened her phone, wanting to send a message. The next second, a sudden Holy Alliance Army script stabbed into her forehead, ending her life.

The Holy Alliance Army couldn't find her glass vial, it had already been taken over by her lover, safely carried in a chariot to the distance.

"Plop," the blood-stained phone fell to the ground, the lit screen maintaining the unfinished message that she sent:

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[Mom, tonight I want to eat braised ribs...]

Soon, a message replied from the other side.

[Sunny Bao, what else do you want to eat? Braised ribs right, got it! Mom made chicken soup, waiting for you to come home.]

Shen Yuqing's greatest regret was not saying goodbye to her mother at the end.

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[No.8 link the fire (Fire Transmitter)·Parrella]

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Parrella bid farewell to the children, walked out of the classroom, and was pierced through the chest.

The glass bottle had long been stored in the countryside by him.

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[No.9 link the fire (Fire Transmitter)·Debbie]

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Debbie kissed her husband, and together they were buried in the fire.

The glass bottle had been sent out by the fastest horse in the village, carried by a shepherd boy.

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[No.10 link the fire (Fire Transmitter)·Nora]

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Holding the blue rose her late husband loved the most, Nora stepped into the river, pursued by the Holy Alliance Army.

The glass bottle was placed on a fishing boat, drifting downstream into the distance.

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[No.11 link the fire (Fire Transmitter)·Angelo]

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Angelo repeatedly drew a cross on his chest, until the blade severed his head.

The glass bottle had already been taken out by his father, heading to the center of the Kingdom.

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[No.12 link the fire...]

[No.13 link the fire...]

[No.14 link the fire...]

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[No.43 link the fire...]

[No.44 link the fire...]

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In the place where all living beings forget, there once was a brilliant moment.

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link the fire.

Please don't leave never to return, please don't leave never to return.

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Su Ming'an returned to the present from the forty-fourth oil painting, the intense emotion like a sponge soaked with water, a thousand-pound weight pressed upon his heart.

The forty-fourth Fire Transmitter was an ordinary university teacher; he finally connected with the Alliance Hierarch of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance, delivering the glass bottle to the Alliance Hierarch's hands.

During a public lecture, the Holy Alliance Army burst in and burned this university teacher to death in front of all the students.

Before his death, he spread his arms, still shouting hoarsely at the students:

"——Students, do not forget the past! Do not forget history!"

"——Do not become strangers to civilization! Do not forget the appearance of flowers, the singing of birds!"

Until the flames burned through his throat.

Among these forty-four people, without exception, they were all ordinary people.

They were not a leader of any organization, nor any major general of the military; they were extremely ordinary people, without any distinctive features among the sea of people. Even if you brushed past them, you would not remember them, nor would you think they could achieve anything noble in the future.

But in the moment they took the glass bottle, all the emotions and memories flooded into their minds——

——They all chose to pass on this "Fireseed."

Even though during this process, some felt regret, some wanted to surrender. Yet their final choice was still to hand it over to the next person.

Along this corridor, there were a total of fifty paintings. Su Ming'an still had six left to view.

"Su Ming'an, do you want to continue watching...?" Noel seemed to sense the fluctuations in Su Ming'an's emotions and held his hand.

"I will watch. The paintings ahead should be related to me." Su Ming'an smiled slightly.

In his heart, a flame was burning, burning eternally.

Though he didn't know the principle behind this memory transfer, he had experienced it before——when he killed other people, he could acquire their memories. The principle of memory transfer through the glass bottle should be similar.

He previously wondered——Su Wensheng, why can you have so many identities, what exactly are you, a super disguise monster!

Now he finally realized, what Su Wensheng possessed was not actually disguises.

——This nineteen-year-old young man was merely carrying the entire emotions and memories of the previous forty-nine deceased, bearing the thousand-pound burden upon his shoulders, taking up their identities——becoming them.

These were not disguises he alone created.

This was not a singular heroism of his alone.

But rather, those who once burned in fierce flames, desperately passing on the Fireseed——one living person after another.

The forty-fifth painting should depict the Alliance Hierarch of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance.

The forty-sixth painting should portray the Vice Minister of the Guardian Department.

And so on.

These deceased bones piled upon Su Wensheng's shoulders, tightly embracing him. Until the Fireseed was passed into his hands, until his young hands took over this heavy burden.

From then on, he became "them."

——Su Wensheng, just how heavy are the prayers and blessings your shoulders bear?

Pretending to be weak while devouring the strong, being a nineteen-year-old ordinary student, being the Alliance Hierarch of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance, being the Vice Minister of the City Guardian Department, and being Doctor Su at the psychological consulting center——is it really so enjoyable...?

Is it truly an exhilarating tale?

No.

It's transmission.

It's the fire of hope.

It's the piled bones of the deceased.

It's the assembly and roar of countless people.

It's the desperate struggle for civilization.

It's tracing back the eternally preserved spirit of human history.

In the moment of taking the glass bottle, in the end, no one escaped this fate of transmission and death; they all came back to lock the human world's [Evil] with their kindness and obsession.

Until——

The starfire was passed to the final person's hand.

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Su Ming'an walked toward the forty-fifth painting——on the painting was a young man, standing under the flag of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance, adorned with the Alliance Hierarch's epaulet, holding a glass bottle resembling the Morning Star of the universe in his hand.

He hummed the song Lusi once sang softly.

"That was a wonderful era,"

"The cracks in the walls will be filled, flowers in the garden will bloom."

"People will love amidst flames and shouting."

"Wind, oh wind, please don't leave never to return, please don't leave never to return."

"The white morning glory flower is right here, the blessings of the world enter the dream."

"Child, oh child."

"Please don't leave never to return, please don't leave never to return..."

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Please don't leave never to return.

——link the fire.

Please don't leave never to return, please don't leave never to return.

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