"'Echoer' is really a melancholy title. It comes from "The Ancient Worlds", right?" Dake said involuntarily.

"That's right. But then again, young man, don't you want to know the orderly monster in your hand? The value of this gift must be much greater than your cognition." The "Echoer" said, pointing to the "metal iron box" in Dake's hand.

"Of course, Mr. 'Echoer'. However, as a Cruzd, I must abide by the etiquette in our culture. That is, when a gift is received, the gifter does not speak, and we cannot disassemble the gift in person or ask for specific content. This is a kind of respect." Dark bowed and smiled.

"You are similar to the culture I respect, and it seems that we have a lot in common. So, this is why we can meet in the altar of the "Grey Dream". Then again, this sected monster did not belong to me, but was "obtained" from an east merchant under that confusing, manic, and angry wandering time. Later, from a soldier fleeing south and north, he learned that the banned foundation had encoded it into the serial number."

"If I remember correctly, its code name is 'MB-1666', called 'Old Radio'. Although it is an era when steam is declining and electrical power is not prosperous, as long as you adjust the channel and listen 'heart', it will bring you soul enlightenment." The "Echoer" said, his face hidden under the cloak was showing a strange smile.

"Huh, such a monster in the order. Mr. 'Echoer', this reminds me of our Cruise's history, that legendary great era." Dark looked up at the dark sky and said melancholy.

"You want to talk about Ivan Twenty-two?" "The Echoer" guessed first.

"That's right." Dark turned his gaze back to the "reverberator" who brought him a terrifying feeling, nodded:

"At least in the age of 'Two-headed Eagle', our technology is far ahead of other countries on the mainland. If it weren't for the fatal storm that blocked our steel expedition ships from the South Karov Zone, we would have been able to discover a new continent and prove the theory of earth."

"It was an era of surging technology development, economic prosperity, and happiness. Our tanks, machine guns, artillery, emerging concept rockets, and countless strange guns, crushed half of the continent. During the decades of Ivan Twenty-two, even if you were a child from a village on the edge of the Extreme Cold Special Zone, as long as you take the very fair "Imperial University Admission Examination" and enter the capital of any province for four years, after graduation, you can choose to work in any government agency. Your status is even comparable to that of the old nobles."

"A country will always experience creation, development, prosperity, decline and demise. This is an eternal law. No matter how civilized or powerful Cruzde is, no matter how wise the emperors of a certain period are, they cannot escape the shackles of the law. The glory created by Ivan Twenty-two is enough to make people sigh." The "Echoer" sighed and commented:

"Rules are one of the 'reasons' set by the Creator to build the 'order', just like 'the gods are divine enough to dispel all evil spirits'. No, they should be stricter than it, and I guess that even if He wakes up from his dream, he will not modify anything that is enough to be called 'law'."

"Yes, the law. Speaking of Mr. 'Echoer', what is the 'law' that belongs to the wasteland? Is it darkness? Pain? Repression? Pain? Or endless torture?" Dark asked suddenly with emotion.

"None are not." "The Echoer" shook his head, "It's light, it's hope."

“Why?”

"Just because we humans have not yet perished!" The "Echoer" said firmly:

"For hundreds of years, even if the Putoya Empire collapsed, the Cruzed Empire was destroyed, the Fire Empire lost half of its territory, and the central Empire was completely destroyed by the "unintentional people", there are still examples of idealism such as the Sun Nirvana Empire. Thirty years ago, wasn't their crown prince Ivante just a little bit able to reconstruct the 'order' on that vast territory?"

"Humanity is far stronger than we think we are. Even in an era full of desire and killing, there will still be countless warriors who yearn for peace, break through the interests, be willing to contribute everything, and achieve a bright future. If everyone is deceiving, acts with greed, kills and plunders, and will revenge, human civilization will never be able to reproduce to this day. Alas..." The "Echoer" said, sighing lightly, and then smiled:

"I said I wouldn't talk about philosophical issues, and I talked to you so much. I seemed to have been sleeping for a long time. I remember that the last time I walked into my dream, the boy of the "Cubby Wolf". Unfortunately, as an upper-level profession [Sacrificer], he had to "dedicate" his life strength again and again, fight with the "unintentional man" and rescue his companions. About ten years ago, he weakly talked to me here for a long time. He said that the "Lone Wolf Club" was about to abandon him, and the Sunny Empire was about to sacrifice it to the "Lord of Night" in exchange for the successful development of the new "Fire of Heavenly Punishment".

"He talked a lot that day, and he said he was willing to give everything to the empire, even life. This land had brought him a ray of light on this long night, and he was unwilling to betray him. Since then, even though I have repeatedly prayed to the 'Goddess of Light', I have never seen him walk here again. Maybe he was sacrificed, maybe at the most desperate moment, the beast nature in his body suppressed human nature and turned into a real 'wolf' and fled from that miserable world."

"What a sad story, Mr. 'Echoer', it seems you have a dark past, too." Dark said regretfully.

"Maybe, but my memory becomes weaker and weaker under the constraints of ice and snow and chains. In the lonely time of darkness, the fragments of my memory are constantly dissipating. The "Little Wolf" once told me that when he was caught by John for an experiment, he relied on entering the "Grey Dream" to escape from pain. I originally thought this was a manifestation of cowardice, but now it seems that when facing pain, escaping is an instinct." The "Echoer" smiled bitterly:

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"What do I do?" Dark asked the key to the question and subconsciously placed the "old radio" into his yellowish coat pocket.

"Go north and go north as far as possible. Another soul in my body, 'Red-faced Hayn', told me that with his memory, I could tell that I was bound under an ice layer near a large river. This seemed to be an ancient ruin, and I saw a vague statue of the ancient warrior, the mysterious 'Karov Gate', and a frozen red dragon."

"There are no trees here, and there are no grasslands, only the black plants twisted under the endless cold. "Red-faced Hayn" told me that he borrowed my magic power to see a dilapidated castle occupied by the cruel "unintentioned man" and a huge tentacle creature that is detestable, frightening, and indescribable. In the place where I was bound, and about ten kilometers away from the castle, there is a city where humans survive." The "Echoer" replied as detailed as possible.

"It is enough to make a positioning based on this information. The extreme cold field is north of Iceland. The large river in the ice field you mentioned has only one large river in the federal territory, which is the North Mamous River. It was called the Voliga River during the Empire. During the Steam Era, it watered hundreds of square kilometers of land around it. Even during the decline of Ivan Twenty-Fifth, it was still the first agricultural exporter."

"And the city you mentioned can only point to the city of Demon Annihilation, the only northernmost city that the federally managed in the entire Extreme Cold Special Zone. It is an industrial city with a huge number of oil, natural gas, copper mines, iron ore and rare metal ore within a few hundred kilometers, including the terrifying "Yurim" ore. Although the empire could not give up on it, in addition to a long journey of nearly three months, it also had to fight against the "unintentioned people" and the lost who wandered among the ice and snow wastelands, and endured the dilemma caused by food and fuel shortages."

"Besides, it is very difficult to find a point in the wasteland where the direction is indistinguishable for dozens of kilometers around. The Federation is no longer an empire, and those great technologies have long become legendary products. However, if it could imitate the high-precision radar of the Empire period and the resonance of the magic source power, it might be possible."

After listening to Dake's careful analysis, the "Echoer" did not immediately express his opinion. He saw Dake's embarrassment.

His mood was completely occupied by the two emotions of excitement and disappointment. His fists were first clenched, and then he lowered helplessly.

Then he stepped forward half a step past the hexagram and said in a low voice:

"In the bounded area, I felt the rich 'Pramini'. I could feel the breath of the god "Lord of Eternal Red" who was in charge of the flames floating nearby. You and I have a common goal to find Him and contact Him. Isn't this enough to attract you?"

"'Lord of Eternal Chi'?" Dak suddenly looked up and asked in disbelief:

"Who are you? Are you... a god?"

"Of course not." "Echoer" stuck in Dark's ear and whispered:

"I am still far from obtaining the seven supreme magic source cores and after countless difficult tests, I can only enter the sequence of gods. But I have the power that gods once controlled. I am a person recognized by 'order', and my profession is the upper class [orderer]."

"You don't just want to understand the 'laws of the wasteland'. I listened to your heart. In fact, you want to explore the reasons behind the 'laws'. To be precise, it is the 'reason for the birth of the wasteland world'. Only in this way can we start from the root and end this dark and painful era. I'm right, Dark."

"You... know my name... know my heart." Dark panicked:

"Are you under the mask... a god or a devil?"

"I said, you can call me 'Echoerer'." "Echoerer" suddenly raised his tone and distanced himself from Dakk. "You and I will eventually meet, even if you don't want to come and relieve me. However, you must remember that once my time is exhausted and pain destroys my body, I will become a monster that no one can understand. At that time, endless 'sorrow' will destroy everything, including 'Pramini' and 'Lord of Eternal Red'."

"Also, Dak. I didn't smell the breath of profession in you. Although your magic power is very strong, if you leave here, you will forget most of the conversations with me. What remains in your mind will definitely be left to search for and relieve my obsession."

"When your power is not strong enough, you are not qualified to choose your destiny. I want to send you out. After you leave your dreams, remember to turn on the 'old radio', and the 'sorrow' in your body will bring you the cleaning of your soul in the concert."

As soon as the words of the "Echoer" finished, before Dark could refute, he saw countless bright red spots of light gushing out of the black cloak like Mars.

They spread like fireworks, "blooming", instantly penetrating Dak's body and briefly taking away all his perceptions.

...

After sleeping for a long time, Dake woke up with a violent fall.

Rubbing dry eyes, Dake saw a faint light coming from the small window connecting the vents.

This is the light belonging to the dawn, which happened to shine on his hands.

He looked down and saw that the "old radio" of the monster was being pinched tightly by him.

Accompanied by the messy, vague, dream-like memories emerged in my mind. Dark put down the monster, looked up at the strong light, shook the chaotic head, and murmured in a low voice:

“Am I qualified to choose my destiny?”
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