Chapter 2: Base No.9

Earth, The New Era, Base No.9

"Impossible!"

A frantic voice burst out abruptly in the quiet classroom that nearly pierced everyone's eardrums.

It appeared so unexpectedly that even the teacher, Jia De, who was lecturing in the front shuddered.

The rest of the students were stunned. Gasping in shock, they all lowered their heads and got a sinking feeling that a storm was coming.

Who didn't know Mr. Jia's temperament? Whoever dared to interrupt his lesson would be taking a life risk, let alone make such a horrible noise.

"Impossible, it's impossible…" However, the frantic voice appeared repeatedly in the classroom.

Extremely livid, Jia De's face turned from blue to purple, and the black hairs on his head blew up all at once that even wisps of black smoke could be seen!

He could never stand anyone interrupting his lesson, and this was the worst ever!

At such a moment, a student sitting on the last row of the classroom stood up suddenly, short of breath, his face pale and his eyes full of panic.

He opened the coffin, saw the legendary dragon, but he never expected that the person buried together with the dragon looked exactly like him!

Su Yan just couldn't get that pale and bloodless face out of his mind as if it was just floating before his eyes.

Heart throbbing rapidly, Su Yan couldn't help gasping for air. But then buzzing sounds rang out in his head, causing waves of sharp pain that brought out layers of cold sweats on his forehead.

Swamped by so many new memories flooding in nonstop, Su Yan felt a splitting headache and was flustered about the strange environment.

"What's going on? Where is this place?"

"You damn thing!" Jia De roared out of wrath.

However, Su Yan turned a deaf ear to his words, ignoring him completely.

Seeing this, Jia De was infuriated. He slapped the lectern into pieces and left in rage.

Aghast at the destructive power, all students whined desperately, "Damn! Su Yan is courting death. It is such a privilege that Mr. Jia would teach us martial art. Now he's pissed off and gone, but there's a big test a month later. What should we do?"

Nearly 90% of the students complained, "He's mad! Completely mad!"

All students cursed while they left the classroom, paying no attention to Su Yan. The whole Frozen College knew of Su Yan's notoriety, who, though awakened, had been flakey for the past two years, talking nonsense now and then. Now he even roared blatantly during the lecture.

"What's going on? Where am I? Am I in a dream?"

Breathing heavily, Su Yan forced himself to calm down and slumped in his chair. Those new memories just popping up in his mind nearly drove him insane.

When he tried to absorb them, he couldn't stop feeling chills down his spine, frightening him again.

The New Era, a hundred years?!

"What the hell is that? Am I still on Earth?"

Overwhelmed by panic, he felt for the pendant on his neck. Not until he was sure of its existence did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"So I was not transported here. I am still me. But then who am I now?"

He kept digesting his memories, "I've seen legend coming true. Is there anything else weirder than what I experienced at Mount Qonolangma?"

However, taking in all memories just gave him goose bumps all over.

One hundred years passed!

"One hundred years, one hundred years, so I am now over 100 years old?"

Su Yan was shocked that his scalp tingled.

He first looked hurriedly at his hands, which were firm and delicate without the slightest sign of aging; then grabbed a mirror from the desk nearby with trembling hands.

Seeing the reflection in the mirror, he was shocked with his mouth wide open, big enough to swallow a goose egg.

He was way too familiar with the reflected figure, his fine face, dark hair, and bright eyes that were now filled with incredibility. It was him at 17 or 18 years old!

Su Yan touched his face with trembling hands, feeling suffocated. How come he would turn five or six years old younger?

"How could this be? What on earth happened that year?"

"The doomsday occurred one hundred years ago."

Rearranging his memories, he was astonished by the information he just gathered.

Calculated by the time he climbed Mount Qomolangma, the doomsday occurred on the day after he opened the dragon coffin. No one would ever forget the doomsday of the human world, which had long been documented in history.

One hundred years ago, the earth was like an unlocked cage bearing all the invisible yet immense power from universe, which was too much for an ordinary being to withstand. Numerous people died miserably.

It was an Age of Extinction, killing nearly half of the population worldwide.

Some survived after the first day! Their bodies mutated, becoming much stronger than ever before. They were - The Awoken!

Later, research found that a mysterious energy emerged on earth, which could be absorbed to strengthen the human body, making it tougher and harder than steel.

"Human mutation! The Awoken!"

Eyes glared in surprise, he gasped and muttered, "Isn't it the God & Devil Civilization where ordinary beings are mighty enough to erase the mountains and overturn the seas? This is unbelievable! Oh my, how come earth changed like this?"

It was just a beginning. Humans mutated, but beasts mutated even more drastically.

All cities were attacked by fierce beasts that were hard to be injured by various weapons. Even the originally lethal weapons could hardly deal a devastating blow.

Most important of all, these beasts grew too fast. In just a month, their fur and skin became so hard and thick that even bullets could not penetrate. Worse still, as they mutated, they grew highly intelligent, repeatedly launching cluster-attacks at humans.

That year was indeed dark as hell. Every day, countless humans were killed, and over half of the cities were taken up by beasts.

Until one year later, the awoken united together, created Huaxia Alliance, and built iron bases to defend against beasts so that human lineage could be continued.

The war between humans and beasts lasted over fifty years. During that time, humans trekked really hard along the journey and a myriad of powerful humans sacrificed their lives to repel the endless waves of beasts attack.

In every war there were those who shed blood for the survival of the whole nation. They, in the time of desperation, paved the way for Huxia Alliance with their own blood, sacrificing their lives to preserve the sparkles of humans.

Fifty years passed, humans were powerful enough to build 10 iron bases in total, but that only sufficed for basic survival, far from destroying the beasts.

In the sixth decade since the apocalypse began, the situation reversed. Zu Yan, like a god coming to the mortal world, turned the tide, leaving all the beast cities in bloodbath.

The whole world was shocked!

Killing mighty kings of beasts one by one, he smothered hordes of beasts.

Amazing the whole mankind with his mightiness, he was revered as the most formidable warlord.

Deterred by the warlord's mightiness, the beasts didn't dare to attack the human city, providing forty years of peace without any big wars.

During these forty years, humans built the Huaxia City, a hub of talents and elites where only the awoken were qualified to stay.

There were only two major alliances left in the world, Huaxia Alliance and West Alliance, which, separated by the oceans harboring countless beasts in between, had little contact with each other.

But Zu Yan was the mightiest warlord widely recognized by the whole world, an invincible overmatch formidable enough to overawe the West Alliance.

"Zu Yan!"

Appalled by these two words that seemed heavier than ten thousand Jun (an ancient unit of weight equaling to 15 kilograms), Su Yan couldn't help recalling the person who planned their journey to Mount Qomolangma.

"Are they two individuals sharing the same name?"

Panic-stricken, Su Yan just felt that all this was so unimaginably queer. The point was his memories of the past hundred years were gone, and he was even rejuvenated.

He could only recall what happened three years ago when he was brought here by the mysterious dean of the Frozen College. Since then he had been living in a muddle-headed state due to his lack of memories.

"The end of the universe!"

Face suddenly turning pale, Su Yan clenched his fists tight and trembled uncontrollably all over.

He thought of his adoptive parents. It was like god had played a joke on him.

Su Yan had always wanted to see the place indicated by the relic his biological parents left him. Ironically, Su Yan failed to be with his adoptive parents when they needed him most.

"Dad, mom, sister..."

Feeling as if a knife was cutting his heart, Su Yan's eyes turned red out of guilt, regret and sorrow.

He had a younger sister who just went to university when he planned to climb Mount Qomolangma. Fearing that it would worry his parents, he didn't say a word about his adventure. But he told his sister about it.

Now one hundred years passed, everything changed, how were they?

"One hundred years, one hundred years, how can it be..."

He pulled his hair anxiously, shivering and murmuring, "One hundred years..."

Even though the average life span of humans was now about 150 years, his adoptive parents were in their sixties one hundred years ago.

He dared not to think further, would his family be the lucky ones to survive in the end of the universe when half of the global population died?

"What on earth happened to Mount Qomolangma? Is this the time of the God & Devil Civilization?"

Su Yan was a bit panic, unable to adapt to this era he just got to.

Fighting hard to calm down, he then realized something unusual.

Why was there no record at all about the huge event on Mount Qomolangma?

"Warlord Zu Yan!"

At that instant, Su Yan turned his head and looked through the window. At the gate of the Frozen College there stood an august statue bathing in gold, glistering with holy light under the sun like a heavenly god.

"Zu Yan!"

Hopping up abruptly from the chair, he felt extremely astonished as if storms and waves surged in his calm heart.

The profile of the warlord was exactly the same as that of his classmate Zu Yan, the person who had planned their adventure to Mount Qomolangma.

He looked just like he had been a hundred years ago, but with a peerless air that overlooked all in his eyes.

Su Yan gasped in surprise. Zu Yan was the warlord! That year, they had mounted Qomolangma together; now he himself was completely blank about the past hundred years, but Zu Yan became the warlord!

Staring at the statue of Zu Yan, Su Yan had a sudden urge to find him and figured out the reasons for all this. However, he sat down again the minute he moved his feet, feeling shivers down his spine.

Everything was too unimaginably weird! What the hell had happened to Mount Qomolangma?

"Who can tell me what happened? And Yisi, where are you?"

Wearing a bitter smile, Su Yan asked, "What did I go through? Who can please tell me..."

Rummaging through his memories, he just knew that it was the mysterious dean who had brought him here three years ago. But he had no idea who the dean was, nor any memories before that.

"The dragon coffin, all started at the moment I pushed the coffin open."

Su Yan looked painful when he thought of the person in the dragon coffin, who was just a ditto of him. As if being burnt on fire, he felt scorching pain all over his arm and took off his shirt with no regard to manners, exposing a muscular arm full of strength.

"What is it!"

Su Yan's pupils contracted suddenly out of surprise. Looking in the mirror, he saw on his shoulder coiled a small dragon preparing to soar into the air!