Chapter 102

In the silent private cabin, soshyan gradually fell into sleep.

Whether in a dream or in reality, the ethereal bell of the church came into his ears, followed by chanting and prayer.

Soshyan was not disturbed. Instead, his body became soothing and his limbs gradually relaxed

The priest's low voice and the choir's beautiful song did not seem to stop with the passage of time, but continued to echo around and became more and more ethereal.

Soshyan's ears were filled with this wonderful movement, and he couldn't help sobbing.

Although his eyelids tried to fill with tears, he couldn't do it. Instead, he felt unbearable dry eyes.

He felt lighter than when he was in the void, and his soul seemed to be about to leave the bondage of his body.

Soshyan's breathing became gentle, and sleep poured into his mind, as thick and heavy as the mud in the swamp.

His consciousness is full of many images, which are so real that soshyan regards them as reality.

Floating, he returned to his old house. His parents were watching him, and the wind gently played with their clothes.

"Father! Mother!"

Soshyan couldn't help shouting, and his father was watching him and hugging his wife's shoulders.

His mother, who hugged his mother countless times in her dream, smiled and nodded to him.

"You are already an angel, my son."

She waved her hand and said with a smile:

"Spread your wings and fly, fly."

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in the sky behind her.

The music became softer and softer, just like the movement of heaven. It must be that even the emperor's own voice would not be sweeter than this.

However, he did not fly, but began to fall, falling deeper and deeper into the bottomless abyss——

Then he saw himself.

He saw him on another ship, a certain type of capital ship. He firmly grasped him who commanded the railing of the throne, successfully coordinated an action and eliminated a group of traitors in the orbital station.

The joy of victory and cold determination rolled in his heart.

He won his first victory since becoming the commander of the war——

He continued to fall.

I saw him standing among his brothers, with a medal on his chest, on the high platform, facing the applauding recruits, in a glorious, echoing marble room.

He was young, and his body was no longer as dry, strong and vigorous as it used to be.

Excited joy filled his mind.

The fall continues.

The indifferent young man, after receiving many people's congratulations, a group of people passed in front of him, shook hands with him, took a group photo with him, and the gorgeous graduation clothes looked out of place on him.

He is so silent, but he is the only one who can taste the excitement in his heart alone.

He has passed the selection.

Finally, everything will end.

He fell into a forgotten corner.

A room lit by swaying candles.

Now Superman is just a child, wearing simple and childish clothes, curled up in a small bed.

He was crying, trying to cover the cry with one hand, while the other hand held a toy, an astat metal statue that had lost an arm.

He is still so young that his mind is close to that of his first birth.

Only those fixed Impressions - warmth, comfort, and love - occupy their senses.

Father's encouraging voice, mother's safe embrace.

Suddenly, a hand pressed on soshyan's shoulder and made him wake up.

He turned from facing the wall and saw sol, who was not wearing a helmet, bent over and stood by his bed, his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I didn't knock."

Although the other party said so, soshyan knew that it was not so easy to enter his room. Sol must have used other methods, such as finding a technical priest.

But in any case, since the other party broke in like this, it shows that something has happened that must be solved by him.

Soshyan swept those heavy emotional burdens into the corner of his heart.

He once again became the battle leader of the star knight.

"Instructor sol, what happened?"

Soshyan rubbed his sour face and sat up from the bed with his legs on the edge of the bed - he's not wearing Power Armor now.

"Nothing."

In soshyan's confused eyes, sol pulled a chair from one side and sat on it.

"I just heard something."

Soshyan froze for a moment, then put down his hand.

"I have handled those things. You don't need to pay too much attention to them. The primary election of recruits will begin soon. You are the main planner and have to be prepared."

"There are three days left."

Sol smiled and patted each other on the shoulder.

"I mean, Alexei, you don't have to blame yourself too much. You're a good child."

"Yes."

Soshyan also laughed.

"Sohyan Alexei is a good boy."

Of course sol understood soshyan's sarcasm. He shook his head.

"You know what I mean, you are their pride. Maybe your departure makes them lost and even painful, but today's you are definitely what they are happy to see."

Soshyang's chuckle turned into real laughter. He kept laughing until his dry eyes were wet.

Tears appeared in his eyes for the first time since he became an angel and Superman.

Then his laughter stopped and they both fell silent.

Ten minutes later——

"Instructor sol, am I weak?"

"Why do you say that?"

"We are taught to abandon all thoughts, constraints and desires of mortals, including our memories of the past. Human nature is a weakness for us."

"Well -"

Sol put his arms around his chest, leaned back in his chair and nodded gently.

"Soshyan, let me ask you a question. Do you think the great rebellion happened because there was too much human nature in astat's mind?"

Soshyan was speechless for a moment.

"Are those massacres and those destruction because they are too human?"

Sol shook his head.

"No, on the contrary, most of the traitors I know are inhuman scum."

Then he put his hands on soshyan's shoulders to make the distance between the two closer.

"Remember, human nature is certainly our weakness, but it is also human nature that makes us soldiers, not simple weapons. Those traitors simply embrace their desires, but this is not the reason for us to abandon human nature. Do you know what truly inhuman things are? You must know, because you have faced them."

Soshyan nodded. Of course he faced it.

Those soulless mechanical dead, in a sense, are.

"So you should remember the things that make you cry, remember their value, not forget... One day, they will help you."