Arknights is too real, right?

Dreams and reality are intertwined, reality and illusion are intertwined in parallel.

In the long river of time, a lonely traveler seems likely to lose himself at any time.

However, whenever his soul is about to scatter, the strong obsession in his heart will form thousands of arms to pull him back.

Until, this fantastic journey that transcends time and space is completed.

Terran calendar year 732, southern Ursus.

In the endless wilderness, stands an unexpected retro building.

This is a huge bell tower with more than ten floors, shaped like a high tower. This entire building is also the research institute of the largest folk magic organization in Ursus.

At dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the ancient wooden table. A man with his face covered by a hood is sitting at the table, writing something seriously.

In front of the wooden table, he sometimes stopped writing and sometimes thought about it. The memory in his mind seemed to be connected to another era, and no one could understand what he wrote.

As of today, he has been writing for several months. It is clear that all the parts he has mastered have been written, but for some reason, he seems to be still waiting for something.

Dong dong dong!

There was a polite knock on the door.

The man stopped writing and said softly.

Please come in.

A staff member from the Magic Research Institute came in. Standing at the door, she nodded slightly.

Sir, someone is looking for you. She is a very young girl.

Well, let her come up.

The staff was stunned.

Sir, we have never seen this girl before. Don't you want to ask her in detail?

No need, I know who she is.

That night, the man and the petite purple-haired girl met in the room. The girl was accompanied by a handsome young man holding a sword.

Under the dim light, they chatted for a long time when they met for the first time.

The girl came here attracted by his name and asked him a lot of clues about that adult. Although he did not answer directly, he gave him the possibility of his existence from another angle.

The conversation continued late into the night, and finally, the girl stood up holding a pony-shaped wooden toy.

Thank you for your patience in answering my questions. I'm leaving.

Wait a moment.

Is there anything else?

The man took out the half-written book from the drawer, his voice a little self-deprecating.

That's right, I want to ask you to do me a favor.

What's the deal?

I am ashamed to say that although I have joined this folk magic research association, I know nothing about magic. Currently, I am writing a book. Can you please provide me with some knowledge about magic.

The purple-haired girl had an expressionless face.

Since you don't know magic, why did you add magic knowledge to the book.

The voice under the man's hood was helpless.

I just think that this way it will be more like a book and it can be passed down better.

Why should it be passed down?

I don't know, maybe, it's just a possibility left to the future.

The purple-haired girl agreed to the request.

After a period of time, she provided magical knowledge unimaginable to the world through oral narration in this room.

Of course, she had no intention of reading the first half of the book during the process. It was a very special kind of writing. Out of curiosity, she simply followed this man and learned part of how to write this kind of writing.

A month later, with the joint efforts of the two, the book was successfully completed.

In the courtyard under the bell tower, there is a huge tree growing with lush branches and leaves to provide shade from the sun and summer heat.

The girl was holding a pony toy and sitting quietly under the tree with an expressionless face.

Crack!

A black and white photo was captured on camera and, with her permission, became the only image in the book.

After everything was done, the girl stood up.

There was no polite farewell, she just called out softly to the young man who was accompanying her all the way.

Ah Heng, let's go.

good.

The hooded man held a camera and walked up to the girl and boy just as they were about to leave.

He first expressed his gratitude to the girl for her help, and then looked at the handsome young man.

Young man, I would like to ask you what your name is.

The young man looked arrogant and replied in a deep voice.

My name is Xiao Heng.

No expression could be seen on the face covered by the hood, but judging from the voice, at this moment, his heart was filled with relief and desolation.

Xiao Heng.

What's wrong?

nothing.

The young man took a small amount of luggage, and the two left silently towards the door.

When she reached the door, the girl stopped.

Slowly turning around, she asked the mysterious man who had been with her for several months.

That book will hardly be understood by anyone in this era, so why was it written?

The man's voice was not loud, but there was a firmness to it.

I write only for myself.

Really? Does that book have a name?

have.

But you never told me, is it a secret?

The man raised his head and looked towards the sky under his hood.

No, I can tell you now that the name of this book is Earth and Wind.

It was unusually quiet in the bell tower.

After returning to the empty room, Xia Feng sat in front of the wooden table and took off his hood.

Taking out a pen, he filled in the name Earth and Wind on the cover of the completed book.

For him, the concept of time has changed. Months are just a blink of an eye to him. At the same time, this era is not the end for him.

It is now Year 732 of the Terran Calendar, and we are very close to the true reality.

But this last step is a bit out of reach for him who has jumped all the way here.

He didn't know the meaning of leaving this book. Perhaps, he needed to let the future Xia Feng believe in the existence of the previous era through the contents of the book.

But because of this, the final journey also consumed a huge amount of his energy.

He could clearly feel that the energy accumulated by the Origin Stone Mountain would no longer be able to sustain his existence.

He didn't lose his memory or forget, it was just that thinking about it was a bit luxurious for him.

Somewhere in the air, he seemed to sense an inexplicable sense of disharmony.

There are many reasons for this sense of dissonance, and he can no longer distinguish them in detail, such as the martial arts forest, the forest, and the empty island.

Sitting in the empty room, light spots like stardust began to appear on his body.

Closing his eyes gently, there was only one question left in his mind.

[Did he give that silver coin to Styx, or did Styx give it to him? 】

Finally, with this unimportant doubt, he entered the river of time again.

But with the remaining strength now, he was almost certain that he would no longer be able to take the road again.

Unless a miracle happens.