bookpub Chapter 1521: Appearing Behind the Scenes Amidst Era-Changing Changes (Part 1)
Chapter 1521: Appearing Behind the Scenes Amidst Era-Changing Changes (Part 1)
Chapter 1521: Appearing Behind the Scenes Amidst Era-Changing Changes (Part 1)
This is destined to be an era of global transformation and rebirth.
A great war, the largest war in human history, ended a few years ago. The old world order collapsed, empires declined, the colonial system disintegrated, and Europe's former central position, along with militarism, sank into history.
After the flames of war that swept across the entire world were extinguished, countless things were reduced to ashes.
But from the ashes of this old world, a new world was born.
Starting with the postwar institutions established by the Yalta system, the Iron Curtain descended, fundamental ideological antagonism emerged, and the two largest victorious powers of the First World were polarized, triggering a global division.
In the Second World, war-torn Europe was a scorched wasteland, its people impoverished and reliant on economic aid. This aid, coupled with the Cold War mentality it fueled, split Europe in two, into Eastern and Western Europe.
In the Third World, witnessing the collapse of the myth of the colonial power, the people of Asia, Africa, and Latin America awakened and launched a wave of independence movements.
At the same time, on the land of the East,
After more than a decade of war and struggle, and countless sacrifices, a tenacious and indomitable nation finally swept away all enemies, reunified, and established its own country. Rising from the mire of history, it proclaimed the end of a century of national humiliation.
Furthermore, having just won the war that founded the nation, and having repelled the world's superpower amidst widespread destruction, they shocked the world.
Just as the real world was undergoing dramatic changes, the world of Night Wars was also experiencing a complete upheaval.
Having weathered two major wars, during which he continuously quelled the chaos of night battles and eradicated all dark forces, while secretly mediating the realities of the situation, he attracted more and more like-minded followers with his extraordinary strength and character.
A woman named Vallinin ultimately led everyone to defeat the dark world threat triggered by the great war—the [A-8 War].
As this great undertaking concludes, the hearts of all will be united in our shared destiny.
She announced the establishment of a dominant night-war force, named "The Palace That Never Sleeps," with over a thousand participants spanning across Europe.
Then, not long after that, just like the contrast between two extremes in reality,
Emerging at the end of World War II, with only two right-hand men, and amidst the roar of the first Ultimate Power aircraft and the death knell, he suppressed all gangs, using his unique charisma and skills to bring all sorts of unruly figures under his command.
The 'leader' who never truly appeared eventually unified North America in just a few years at an incredible speed.
Following the Palace of Eternal Night, and shrouded in mystery, he also announced the establishment of an organization called 'The Society,' whose scale was comparable to that of the Palace of Eternal Night, to rival it.
Ultimately, whether in reality or during night battles, the embers of war always saw the old forces fall and new forces rise.
New rules and order are evolving rapidly and dramatically amidst the power struggles among all parties!
An era comes to an end, and a new one begins.
And in the same era
Within the borders of China, there lies a secluded mountain forest that has not yet been transformed into a sacred mountain.
The bright moon hangs high, the night is serene and tranquil. An antique pavilion sits on the edge of a cliff, and a small fire on the stone table inside illuminates the long night like a finishing touch.
On either side of the stone table, illuminated by the faint firelight, sat a middle-aged man and a young man with black hair.
"Have you made up your mind?"
Dressed in a long robe of antique style, the dynasty of which was indiscernible, the man spoke with a gentle chuckle.
He doesn't actually look like a middle-aged man. Although he is gentle, refined, and looks like a young schoolteacher, he carries a unique wisdom and composure that comes with the experience of an older person.
Before him, the black-haired youth slowly raised his eyes in the candlelight of the pavilion.
"Yes, I've made up my mind."
He's not really a young man anymore, neither his actual age nor his increasingly mature mind and strength prove it, but there's something else about him that makes you feel when you look at him...
He was a young man.
"If you've made up your mind, why do you still look so unsettled?"
Upon hearing the young man's firm reply, the man let out a laugh that seemed to see through everything.
Finally, she made up her mind and finally told her elders what was on her mind. But as soon as the words left her mouth, a hint of complexity appeared in her determined eyes. She knew that she couldn't hide this from the elders in front of her.
In the moonlit pavilion, after a moment of silence, the black-haired youth slowly spoke:
"At midnight, we do not venture into the mortal world. The duty of the night watchmen is simply to remain in the shadows and prevent the use of supernatural abilities to wreak havoc on the world."
"This is the mission that our elders have upheld for decades, and it is also the aspiration that I have admired and resolved to emulate since childhood,"
"I want to become a night watchman, and like Uncle Mingmang and others, I want to silently watch over this world."
A gentle night breeze rustled by the cliff, and in the flickering candlelight, the young man's hair was slightly tousled as he spoke of his childhood wishes.
Then slowly express the thought that had once sprouted in her heart.
“But after growing up and fulfilling this duty as a Night Watchman, seeing so much turmoil and suffering in the world, I can’t help but think over the years,” “The power of Night Battle is too extraordinary and can cause harm, but it can also quell disasters in a region. Is it really impossible for it to interfere with the real world?”
"Besides silently watching over them, what else can I do for the world with my strength?"
More than a decade has passed, but the initial idea has not faded away; instead, it has grown and flourished over time.
Despite being in a secluded, ancient pavilion nestled on a cliff in the deep mountains, the black-haired youth spoke of the changing times in the distant outside world.
"World War II has ended, the world has been reshaped, bipolarity has emerged, and countries are fiercely competing amidst turmoil. The era has once again reached a turning point of dramatic change."
"The queen has established the Palace of the Night, which, in cooperation with the government, has begun to officially manage night battles in Europe. The leader of the alliance has also established an association, which, although laissez-faire, has indeed brought an end to the chaos in North America,"
In such an era, where should night combat stand in the future?
At that moment, he subconsciously lowered his gaze and looked at the candlelight on the stone table in front of him.
"That's why I made this decision, but..."
Before he could finish speaking, a gentle laugh cut him off.
"But are you ashamed that you have strayed from midnight and from the original intentions of the Night's Watch?"
Hearing the child finally express his determination and frankly state his inner thoughts, Mingmang smiled and pointed out the hesitation and unease hidden in his firmness.
"Yes, I know this goes against your wishes, sir,"
The young man lowered his eyes, the flickering candlelight in the moonlight reflecting his thoughts in them.
“I’m more afraid that doing this will disappoint you, Uncle Mingmang, and the other elders.”
Having grown up from the hour of midnight, although he rarely saw the immortal, the influence of his elders and the impressions he gained from their occasional interactions instilled in him a profound reverence for him.
The elders who took him in at midnight, raised him, taught him knowledge, and instilled in him the strength to hone his abilities, were no different from his parents to him.
He didn't want to disappoint them because of their kindness in raising him.
On a moonlit night, a man and a young man sat facing each other in a pavilion on the cliff edge.
On one side are deep, secluded mountains and forests, and on the other side is the vast, stretching night sky.
That night, listening to the younger generation he treated like his own child pour out their hearts, listening to him solemnly finally decide to report to his elders,
After listening to his determination and struggle, Mingmang's response was...
"Hahahahaha!"
He suddenly laughed, a clear and bright laugh.
With a sense of relief and joy, it traveled far in the moonlit night, like a mountain breeze breaking the solemn atmosphere of a late-night conversation with an elder.
This momentarily stunned the black-haired youth, who then laughed for a while.
Ming Mang fell silent, then looked at him with a smile still lingering in her eyes and a gentle, clear gaze:
"So this is what's been weighing on your mind all these years?"
[Afterwards, I realized I really couldn't finish writing tonight, but I didn't want to procrastinate any longer. I might finish the rest tomorrow.] Ahhhh, after half a month, the bandage on my hand finally fell off. I didn't expect that, although it wouldn't affect my activities, not being able to lay it flat would press on the wound and rub off the ointment, which would still affect my writing. Of course, the most important thing is that these two chapters from other perspectives are too tempting and hard to think of. (crying)