Chapter 978: What Modestock Saw (Update 1!)

The city turned into a vast ocean overnight...

Modestock hugged his young son and huddled on the top of this ancient clock tower built on a high mountain.

This was originally a tool room used to store components for repairing and maintaining the bell tower.

But now, it has become a refuge for the Modstock family.

At such a height, the wind that should have been noisy was now dominated by other movements:

It was the dull sound of waves that echoed across the earth...

It is also a dark sound that represents urgent destruction and death...

The narrow and rough tool room is not very comfortable.

But for the Modstock family now, it is a rare warm haven.

They have decided:

If the overturning flood floods here again.

Then they will no longer run away...

In other words, in that case, there was no need to escape.

This is one of the most prominent areas in the world.

If it is also completely swallowed up by the flood from the sky.

The ending of everything should be staged now...

Modstock could feel that his son seemed to have a fever.

Running away day and night and the howling cold wind are a very difficult test for adults, let alone young children?

Modestock felt deeply powerless.

This was the most helpless moment he had ever experienced so far.

At this time, because it was late at night, the tired wife and children had already fallen asleep

Modestock looked outside through the opening for ventilation.

In that deep long night, the stars seemed to have become dim.

Sometimes, Modestock couldn't help but have some doubts.

He wondered why he had to go through this pain again and again.

If he hadn't made such a wish at the beginning, what would he be like now?

Is it nothingness that dies forever, or is it a world belonging to the dead?

Although he has experienced countless deaths, Modestok still cannot understand the world after death.

Because in that distant past, he unexpectedly got an opportunity to make a wish to the gods.

And Modstock's choice is to refuse to embrace death...

As a result, he was able to gain the power to revive from cold death again and again.

But now it seems that this is not some kind of blessing...

Recovery after recovery, repeating the same mistakes again and again.

Those mistakes that I thought I would never make again...

Those memories that were once unforgettable and thought to be eternal have gradually faded away...

Even later, Modestok tried to chase and accumulate extraordinary power more than once.

Maybe it's because of the huge differences in the world after each recovery, or maybe he really doesn't have enough talent in this area.

Until now, Modstock's most successful experience was that he once became a knight captain in a certain world through hard work and experience.

But this time, the world is an era where technology dominates everything...

There is probably a better news - Modestok has learned to forget...

"It will get better..."

Modstock murmured while holding his youngest son.

Perhaps compared to ordinary people, apart from the blessing of resurrection from the dead, he probably has some differences:

Modestock found that his luck was not very good, but it was not very bad either.

Therefore, even if it is repeated again and again, until now.

He has never experienced a disaster as devastating as this one.

And if he has good luck and can still perform stably.

Maybe everything will turn around...

Modestock could only console himself in this way.

It was only at moments like this that he hated his mediocrity so much.

Just like in a certain world in the past, one of his extremely smart friends once discovered something unusual about him:

"It's a pity. If only you were smarter..."

"Not smart enough...eternity...may be a little...long..."

Those were the last words of a friend when he was terminally ill.

He did not encounter the same things that Modestok had encountered before. He also discovered that he had abnormal existence and tried to deprive him of this blessing from the gods.

So even though Modstock had forgotten a lot, he still remembered that friend.

I just don’t know what kind of state the other party should be in now?

At this moment, the sound of the waves outside seemed to become more restless.

Modestock was suddenly alert.

If it was just a flood, then they would not need to escape so urgently now.

But the danger is obviously not just the flood, but also the things that come with the flood...

"Rumble..."

Vaguely, Modestock heard the movement of fighter planes.

This voice, which originally came from civilized compatriots, did not make Modestoker feel much relieved.

Instead, his heart suddenly sank.

It seemed that an "Animocc" appeared in the area where they were...

I don’t know what the real names of those huge weird creatures are.

They appeared in this world together with the flood.

They should have been related to the food chain, but they soon discovered new lower food substitutes in this strange world.

Of course, they would not start a war for one or a few humans.

They would swallow up the entire camp like a giant whale swallowing a school of shrimp.

Perhaps the mud and rocks would be excreted in some form.

Or perhaps, they could also become part of the huge beast.

This is why Modestock did not take his family to the gathering place.

Like many people who also wandered in the corner of this dangerous plateau, he was a little worried that there would be an invasion of the beast there.

Modestock did not know how many Animoks there were nearby.

He carefully protected the sleeping young son, then leaned against the wall, staring at the movement outside with bloodshot eyes.

The originally dark night in the distance was now illuminated by the light released by many artillery fires.

And in the not-so-distant memory, the hideous and huge shadow also showed its wide and deep outline under the cold water.

Obviously, the gathering place had discovered this Animok that was about to attack the gathering place.

But whether it can be forced back is not so sure...

The sound of gunfire...

The sound of waves...

The roar of the giant beast...

Everything is like an extremely realistic epic disaster movie.

The only difference from all the ways of watching movies is that he is now in it...

And at this moment, it seems that some changes have occurred in a place that Modestock does not know.

The waters suddenly became turbulent!

It was as if a turbulent flood suddenly poured down from that cold area again!

However, the Animog that was trying to attack the fighter suddenly retreated.

It was as if something was calling it from the depths of the wreckage of civilization that had been swallowed by the sea...

Maybe, I should use something to record all this.

Modestock suddenly had such an idea.

Carry these absurd, heavy or light things in the form of words.

Generation after generation...

Until the diary that recorded everything could no longer allow him to memorize it completely.

Or maybe, he no longer needed to memorize it...