Chapter 1477: Chapter 260: Choosing to Become a Xiawei Territory Resident
At first, Loran was just happy about this matter.
But when he truly integrated into this training camp, fully becoming part of the order of Xiawei Territory, he suddenly broke down in tears over a boiled egg at his seat.
No one laughed at him. In the training camp, too many people had felt this inexplicable sadness, a sadness highlighted by joy and happiness, reflecting the endless hardships of the past. On that day, Loran received several hugs and a friend willing to listen to him recount his past sufferings.
The friendâs name was Miles, a tall man from the Western Territory. He was normally silent but reliable, serving as the martial arts representative in the training camp, with excellent swordsmanship.
He also possessed Spirit Energy, and he too had things he wanted to share. After Loran spoke of his own past, he slowly began to tell Loran his story.
Stories about Spirit Energy, about laboratories, about the Duke and The Empire, about Fiery Flame Land and disasters... death, pain, the death of every family member, loved ones, the people he cared to embrace, and the final departure.
Listening to his friendâs story, Loran went from being shocked initially, to feeling self-abased in the middle, and finally to a vague understanding.
The shock was because Miles had never told anyone about his past before; everyone thought he was just an ordinary refugee from the Western Border, only having fled to Xiawei Territory, nothing more.
Who could have imagined that he walked out from the Avak Domain, the desolate Azure City turned Dead Domain?
The self-abasement was because, compared to Miles, how âinsignificantâ his suffering and despair seemed. Miles carried the despair and resentment of his homeland and emerged from hell, while he...
No.
At this thought, Loran began to understand something.
His suffering and Milesâ suffering were the same. It couldnât be ranked simply because one involved family and the other a city, an entire domain.
Could it be that the frustration of watching family about to die, helpless, was less than the despair of homeâs destruction? Delicious food and fun games might have ranks, but the despair in everyoneâs heart canât be compared.
Their suffering all stemmed from the worldâs errors, from Fiery Flame Land, The Empire, Sublimators, Spirit Energy Users, all those who should have been capable but did nothing.
"We are the same," Miles said softly then, "We all awakened Spirit Energy due to helpless despair, yet recalled the pain once more after gaining power, imagining âhow great if I had this strength and knowledge back thenâ."
"Itâs unavoidable regret, imagining... how much Iâd want to go back in time with this power to save my mother and Aunt Lydiaâs family."
"But I canât. We canât."
"Loran... youâre the same age as my sister."
The purple-haired swordsman said softly, "If I were you, Iâd definitely feel worse, so cry if you want to."
"No, thank you, Brother Miles."
After understanding why he wanted to cry, Loran didnât want to anymore.
He was just lonely, just unwilling to accept it.
It was just that he felt he was starting to become happy, yet his grandma couldnât enjoy it.
Although he was already maturing, becoming an outstanding child, earning credits for her, allowing her to live peacefully and enjoy the subtle scent of Moongrass Flower... yet she was still in the laboratoryâs ward, awaiting deathâs approach.
This unwillingness, this helplessness, this pain left him at a loss.
Thankfully, he was not alone.
Loran finally understoodâafter initially choosing to follow the lord, he finally understood his faithâs meaning in this world.
He would no longer face suffering alone. Lord Ian, Miles, his friends, all his teachers and classmates were gradually becoming one with him.
He was no longer alone, also understanding why everyone gathered together, becoming classmates and friends.
Because he was a person of Xiawei Territory, they fell in love with this land genuinely from their hearts.
They all chose to gather under Ian Silverpeak...
Becoming the people of the Prophet.