Endless vast other world

Chapter 113

Sora seemed to see that Bismin had put in a lot of effort to prepare for the ceremony.Kong Zhen seemed to see that Bisming drew a huge magic circle in front of the cave.Sora seemed to see that Bisming was standing in the middle of the magic circle.

Kong Ma seemed to see that Bisming walked towards the middle of the magic circle.

Kongzhen really saw that Bismin sacrificed himself.

but.After Bismin died, he was forgotten.

Who will cry for Bismin?Who will feel sorry for Bismin?Who will remember Bismin's sacrifice?
Bismin sealed Clarence and prevented the rebirth of the evil god, which is great.But what about the result?Has Bismin's name spread far and wide?Does anyone know about Bismin's sacrifice?
He is forgotten.

Even Sora, the magician Sora.If it weren't for Clarence's resurrection, Sora wouldn't know about Bismin's existence.Sora would never know about Bismin's sacrifice.Sora would never even have heard of Bismin's name.

Not at all!No one will remember his name at all!No one will know his deeds at all!
He would be so simply forgotten.forgotten in the long river of history.Like a grain of sand, lost in the sea of ​​sand.

Why is this so.

Could it be, as Clarence said?Humans are a sick creature.Human beings have a disease that cannot be cured.That is, human beings are born into a world that is against themselves everywhere, and then exhaust most of their energy to make the world worse.

Just when Sora was lamenting extremely.Suddenly, in the corner of the cave, there was something that attracted Kong Zhen's attention.

This cave is obviously so barren, dry, and lifeless.However, in the corner of the cave, Kong Zhen actually saw a flower!A beautiful flower!
This flower just bloomed quietly in the corner of this cave.Just so tenaciously, in this barren and dry place, try my best to bloom.

In the corner of the cave, no one will notice it.No one will notice the beauty of this flower.This flower can be closed.

But it still chooses to open.Open up on your own, open up with all your heart.Show your beauty.

Many of the most beautiful flowers in the world often bloom in unknown places.

Sora couldn't help thinking.Bismin, isn't it just like this flower.

No one cares, no one knows.But the light of life still blooms.

Bisming, isn't that the kind of person.Sacrifice silently, blossom secretly.

All the torments, physical and spiritual, are backlogged on Bisming alone.But Bi Siming is still willing to sacrifice himself to protect the world.

Sora has nothing but admiration for such heroes.

Kong Zhen came here to pay homage to Bismin.

Sora really wants people to remember the person who used to be.

Kong Zhen walked to the front of the cave and came to the place where Bismin died that year.

Kong Ma is here, setting up a tombstone for Bisming.

Powerful people.Their funerals often turn into a feast.Through grand scenes, bluffing to show off your own glory.The flattering little people surrounded the coffin of the high-ranking official, chirping and singing praises.

It's like a fly parasitic in carrion, still buzzing.These little people are parasitic in the system, and spare no effort to praise the system.When will these damn little people be cleared away!
And people like Bismin are like a solid cornerstone.Their conscience, their courage, lift up the whole world.

In today's world, it is said that there is no one like Bismin.

Kong Zhen's sacrifice to Bismin was not a gorgeous feast, but like a jug of old wine.A pot of old wine brewed in time.

This jug of old wine is just standing here, waiting for those who are destined to drink it carefully.When you start to drink, it may be a little rushed.But as long as you taste it slowly, it will enter the throat gently, flow into the stomach, and warm the whole body.

After swallowing, there are still some tears to come up.

Bismin's tombstone is a solid piece of granite.There are no words engraved on it, in fact, not a single word.

Because there is no need for words carved in stone to remind people of Bismin's achievements.

One only needs to look at the existing beautiful world to see Bismin's contribution.

"If you want to find his legacy, please look around." Kong Ma thought standing in front of Bismin's tombstone.

Never need to remember, never forget.

Bismin did not leave his name in the history books.Resisting the old devil, sealing Clarence... Bismin has made so many contributions in his life, but no one knows his name.

Empty guesses.Bisming should have deliberately asked people to erase his name in the history books.

This may be because Bismin did not want people to know his story.Bismin didn't want people to know that there was an evil god in this world, and there was an evil god that might wake up.Bismin didn't want to cause panic.It is a good thing that ordinary people do not know the existence of Clarence.For this reason, Bismin did not even leave his name in the history books.

Bismin himself exiled himself.What a noble self-exile.

But Sorama wants people to remember.Remember Bismin's name.

The antonym of "truth" is not "lie" but "forget".Truth is what is remembered.

All people need is to remember.

Standing in front of Bismin's grave, Sora was thinking.

the world today.Bad guys are enshrined in altars, and good guys are vilified.Children die young and women lose blood.Weavers are ragged, farmers are starving...

Is this world hell!

Kong Zhen sometimes couldn't help thinking: There should be no gods in this world.

What Kong really meant was: If there are really gods in this world, how could they have the heart to watch things happen?

In this damn world, these cruel things, these painful things, these injustices, these...

If there are really gods in this world, how could they bear to watch things happen?

how could be
how could be
How could the gods bear it.

Sora really doesn't know if there are gods in this world.But fortunately, there are heroes like Bismin in this world.

Kongzhen put a bouquet of flowers in front of Bismin's tombstone.

Sora read a eulogy for Bisming:
"Maybe I can't come to your grave and lay you a bouquet
But I will devote my whole life to worship your works
In front of your grave, I can only sing softly
Through thousands of miles of wind and snow, with the shattering of a festival, with the trembling of my soul
I can finally know your name, but there is no one like you in this world anymore
This is your tragedy, this is my tragedy, this is our common tragedy

what clarence killed was your body
This sinister world wants to kill your soul

Your name is no longer remembered
Like a drop of water in the sea, a grain of sand on a sandy mountain
The corners of your mouth are more silent because it's an old secret you can't tell
Just bear, bear, let the notch of the years deepen, deepen

Until the scars on your heart can no longer be healed
Broken mirrors can never be put back together again
give up to get

to live, to die
Acquisition is someone else's acquisition, giving up is your giving up

Life is someone else's life, death is your death

You ask yourself to die, die completely
It's a sacrifice, a sacrifice where no one is

this is you, this is you

I didn't find you, you found me
From disaster after disaster, you found me
You test me, you make my life ache

This pain in the depths of my soul wakes me up again

From snow to snow, from mud to mud

Between the slush claws, the old things have been a thousand years

I'm in a muddy place, reading your work

I call out those noble names in my heart that has already been riddled with holes

Those exiles, those sacrifices, those witnesses, those souls who meet in the throb of the Mass
Glittering in death, I slowly see myself, and my own land
I want to talk about myself but how can I turn a blind eye to the darkness
The tears in the eyes of the livestock, the maple leaves burning in the wind

The darkness of the system, the hunger in people's stomachs

How can I put it all aside and talk about myself
It's just like you, just like you who sacrificed
You have to endure more violent wind and snow to keep your magic, your world

Hold on to that beautiful heart that can never be hurt again

Maybe one day, maybe in the future

Your, unbelievable miracle, will come to me

Appeared in front of my eyes with the chill of snow

At that time, candlelight will illuminate the winter

Death, praise, and sin in poetry will form a symphony to accompany your miracles

Spring will come and the snow will melt

The vast land will reveal its original color
Turn your soul toward it all, great you

This is suffering, the highest morality that arises from the bottom of my heart

This is the softest place in my heart, this is the strongest place in my heart

When the time comes, the world will brighten up

These memories you once took on will inevitably come to my heart

Those memories came to find me, to find me

It's asking for a requiem to soothe your soul
However, your experience is beating my soul again
It accuses me, presses me
How can I, who is doing nothing, deserve to go to your grave
It's shame, it's my shame
This is winter in December, this is the winter air that takes away the warmth
This is the sadness in your eyes, your searching, your questioning

Like bells they oppress my soul and awaken my conscience

It's pain, it's happiness, it's to say

I need to fill my life with ice and snow"

This eulogy is a gift from Kong Zhen to Bismin.

This eulogy is an elegy dedicated to heroes by Kong Zhen.

And not just for Bismin.

It is dedicated to every hero in this world.

at the same time.At the same time, while Souma was reading the eulogy at Bismin's grave, Ovie was working in the hotel.To be precise, Ovie was busy polishing the signboard of the hotel.

After all, this hotel has been open for a long time.The two-story building looks dilapidated and old.Traces of repairs can be seen everywhere.

Even the signboard of the store has been worn away by the years.The words on the signboard have long been mottled and peeled off, completely covered by dust and stains.I can only vaguely see that the original first word seems to be "bi".

When Ovie had time, he fetched water, leaned on the ladder, and wiped the signboard clean.

Back then, before his sacrifice, Bismin called all his descendants and warned them of a mission.Let his descendants wait here for generations to prevent Clarence's next rebirth.

In the blink of an eye. More than 1000 years have passed.The descendants of Bismin did not keep their promises and all left Boqi City.

But in the end, Ovi and Ina finally chose to stay.The two opened a hotel in the city of Boch, and while doing business to make ends meet, they prevented Clarence's rebirth.

After finally building the hotel, Ovie thought about what kind of name he wanted to give the hotel.Otherwise, just like other small hotels, give it a common name like Warm House?
Ina reminds Ovie that we already have a name.

A great name, a name of a hero.

It couldn't be more appropriate to use his name to name the hotel.

After Ovi heard this, he immediately agreed.

Therefore, this hotel was named after that hero.The hero's name was left on the shop's signboard.

until now.

Although the words on the signboard have been mottled and peeled off, even though the signboard has been completely covered by dust and stains.

But the hero's name is still on the signboard.

After wiping for a long time, Ovie finally wiped clean the signboard of the hotel.The words on the signboard finally reappeared.

"The Bismin Hotel".

The name on the signboard shines brightly under the sunlight.

Ovi looked at the clean signboard and smiled with satisfaction.Then, as usual, he entered the store to greet the guests.

The name on the signboard is still in place, telling an unknown legend to the passers-by.

end of volume five
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