Chương 29: Chapter 29 Aftermath Of The Defense
"What? Are you sure about this?"
A pair of hands slammed down on the table, the symbol of the highest authority on the planet. There was only one person who could do that—Supreme Guardian Cocolia.
Cocolia looked at the report in front of her. She hoped she was seeing it wrong, or maybe the intelligence officer had accidentally added an extra zero to the numbers.
She had just returned to handle Belobog's government affairs, but in just half a day, an unprecedented attack of Fragmentum Monsters had broken out in the Silvermane Guard restricted area. Normally, this would be a routine issue, but there was something in the report that she couldn't ignore.
According to tests by prospectors and intelligence agents, Orion's powerful strike had shifted Belobog's map by a full two inches. This impact nearly spanned the entire Reverberation Corridor, almost reaching to Everwinter Ridge outside the city.
Even though Cocolia knew of Orion's incredible strength, she couldn't help but gasp when she saw the data. It was as if he had contributed to Belobog's climate warming.
"It's absolutely true, Supreme Guardian. When we saw it, it felt like a dream, but it's real. Lord Orion's actions have earned him great respect within the Silvermane Guard. When we arrived, the guards had already taken him to safety and treated him with the highest military honors."
The messenger wiped the sweat from his forehead. Even someone like him, who had seen many things, almost dropped his pen when he witnessed the scene.
"Get ready. I'm going to the camp to see the post-war situation myself," Cocolia decided after a moment's thought.
In the darkness, small sparks of consciousness slowly emerged.
Orion 's spiritual body transformed into a fish swimming through water, arriving in the space that belonged to him.
In this space, the fragment of his Remembrance Aeon Fuli ability was at the center, shining brightly and lighting up the entire world.
Above the fragments, three golden lights shone like distant suns, visible but untouchable.
Below, the Judgment of Shamash and the Star of Eden stood guard on either side.
Between them, a faint pioneering star glowed, spreading its own light.
"I don't know when this space got so lively," Orion sighed. Since coming to this world, many scenes and memories had been recorded in his space.
Here, he could observe, remember, and even replay them like watching a movie.
"Flowing light and shadows really is a good metaphor," Orion thought as he looked at the memory space in front of him.
The crystal walls reflected his figure. When he focused his attention, images appeared on the crystal surfaces.
Orion waved his right hand, and the memory crystal wall turned like the pages of a book, replaying a series of events that happened before he fell unconscious.
Memory was the source of his power, and replaying these moments helped him understand his ability better and use less energy.
Thinking back to his arrival in Belobog, Orion realized that after the initial panic and confusion, he hadn't faced too many challenges.
Using the Star of Eden given to him by Welt, his power level was far above most others on this planet. As a result, there weren't many impressive memories for him to recall.
On the other hand, his experience on the space station was a short but intense challenge. At the time, Orion was much weaker, but he quickly developed and used his abilities, creating a memory light cone that was much larger than it is now.
Orion held his head in his hands, closed his eyes, and thought about what caused all this, floating in his own space for a long time.
"What I need is the thrill and tension of life and death like before."
The human brain regularly cleans out unnecessary memories. Most things can't stay in our minds for long.
Do you remember what you ate for breakfast or lunch, how many times you brushed your hair, or how many times you drank water throughout the day?
In Orion's world, this kind of short-lasting memory isn't anything special.
When people go through intense experiences like car accidents, kidnappings, or extreme sports, their bodies release a lot of adrenaline and other hormones. This makes the brain work differently, helping them remember the feeling more clearly.
But what Orion really needs is a "long-term memory."
The technology in Belobog isn't something Orion finds too impressive. Whether it's the environment, the art, or the people, none of it has much of an impact on him. He's mainly focused on figuring out how to reunite with his companions on the l Express.
Orion could just ignore the stellaron problem and wait for the Express to arrive. After all, a city that's been in crisis for thousands of years won't change much in a year or two.
The people who sacrificed themselves here aren't connected to him. He doesn't live here, and once it's over, he'll leave this planet. He could put in a little effort to gain the people's trust and respect while living comfortably until then.
But is that really the right thing to do?
He wants to live up to Welt's expectations, Cocolia's trust, and the beliefs in his heart.
Orion knew that if he took the easy way out, his power would betray him.
His conscience told him that those with little can only care for themselves, but those with more should help the world. When he stepped out of Serval's workshop, he was already determined to fight the stellaron to the end.
He would keep pushing back the invasion, protecting the city walls over and over again, until his will and strength were enough to crush the stellaron.
Orion opened his eyes, ready to act.
The first thing he saw was a familiar face. Blonde hair gently fell onto Orion's face, tickling him a little.
The purple eyes in front of him seemed nervous, avoiding his gaze.
A delicate hand reached out to his mouth, gently dabbing a handkerchief dipped in water on his dry lips.
Suddenly, the closeness between them created an awkward atmosphere, making Orion feel uncomfortable.
"Lady Cocolia, I have the... um..." the damage report for the camp.
A figure rushed in, with short dark purple hair, neat bangs, and round glasses that gave her a scholarly look. It was none other than Pella.
When she saw the situation between the two of them, she was stunned.
"Um, did I come at a bad time?"
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