Two months later, in the wilderness of the Okhema region.
Mingyi was covered in blood, his own.
He lay on the ground, critically wounded. He had been the first to discover the Black Tide Creation, warning his compatriots and attempting to block its advance, but the strength of ordinary people was simply too weak.
Before his eyes, everyone was fighting desperately, struggling against the Black Tide Creation.
Subconsciously, he wanted to find a figure, a figure who had always protected him in the past.
But after a moment of daze, he remembered that his father had died, killed in a previous monster invasion.
Hatred filled his chest, but regrettably, not everyone's hatred can transform into strength.
In this world, some Golden Descendants possess miraculous abilities, while ordinary people can only strengthen themselves by training their bodies and skills.
Legend has it that ordinary people also have a chance to train to a level comparable to a Titan, without relying on that golden blood, but such a person has never been recorded; it's merely a trick to fool children.
He once believed that as long as he worked hard, he could be as strong as a Warring Titan, but now the cold reality told him that he was just an ordinary person.
He had no special abilities, his skills were not low but certainly not high, and now he was going to die in this wilderness. Perhaps no one would even collect his body, leaving it exposed in the wild.
Mingyi lay on the ground, waiting for his life to ebb away.
They had clearly contacted a Demigod in Okhema through a priest, and only needed to wait patiently to reach Okhema, then everything would be fine.
But they couldn't wait for the reinforcements to arrive. The Black Tide Creation had appeared silently, forcing them to continue their escape, and his father had also died during the escape for the sake of the group.
If there was a next life, he wanted power, he wanted the power to change everything. He tried hard to lift his hand, but his whole body didn't respond.
Because of his weakness, he had to wander; because of his weakness, he lost his father and mother during his journey; because of his weakness, he fell into death...
As an ordinary person, he was truly unwilling. He had grand ideals yet to be realized, but everything was declared a failure at the starting point of his journey.
Just as Mingyi's body stopped breathing, a voice very much like his own echoed within him: "Since your life has ended, let me take over your Path of Remembrance to fulfill your unfinished dream."
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David was a companion who grew up with Mingyi. He looked back and saw Mingyi, completely lifeless, and a wave of sadness washed over him.
"Perhaps they will all die here today."
There was nothing they could do. Over the past decade, their weapons had deteriorated significantly, mostly made of wood, and there were only a few able-bodied adults left in the tribe.
If one were to ask what they had been doing for the past decade... they would usually find a suitable place to set up camp and live a normal life until the surrounding environment no longer supported their survival, at which point they would migrate.
Excluding the very first time, they had moved twice already, until recently, for some unknown reason, the number of Black Tide monsters increased significantly, and simultaneously, the village chief's wife died, prompting them to decide to go to Okhema.
They just hadn't expected the environment to deteriorate so quickly along the way, with even the once-rare Black Tide Creations appearing in groups.
He no longer looked back at the dead, but continued to use his weapon, a wooden stick with a stone attached, to fight the monster in front of him with his compatriots.
He knew that Mingyi actually yearned to become a Golden Descendant and possess great power, but he had a secret he hadn't told Mingyi: he was actually a Golden Descendant himself.
The reason he hadn't told Mingyi and the others was difficult to voice, because he was almost identical to ordinary people in every aspect, except for a trace of golden blood flowing in his body.
He heard that golden blood represented the power of a Titan, and the higher the purity of the golden blood, the greater the power, but he felt nothing at all, which was truly frustrating.
In Omphalos, as long as one has some golden blood in their body, they can be called a Golden Descendant, and among them, the blood of some powerful Golden Descendants will turn entirely golden.
"Perhaps only the blessing of a Titan can grant ordinary people like them the power of a hero."
David seized the opportunity, shouting "Chance!" as he exerted his body forcefully, causing the monster to lose its balance and fall to the ground, while waiting for his compatriots' weapons to pierce the monster's body.
Perhaps in the next moment, he would be thrown off by the monster's violent struggle, but if this monster was dealt with, the battle situation would improve significantly, and perhaps more people could survive until rescue arrived.
Every part of David's body was straining. He tightly closed his eyes, hoping to lessen the impending pain, anticipating that he would soon end up like Mingyi just moments ago.
But a few seconds passed, and the anticipated violent struggle did not come. Instead, the commotion beneath him grew fainter and fainter.
"What's going on?"
David opened his eyes in confusion, only to find a long spear brutally piercing the head of the monster beneath him.
The monster's head was one of its hardest parts. How could they, with their stone weapons, possibly accomplish such a feat?
"You kid, don't just stand there on the ground! Hurry up and pick up the weapon in front of you and join the fight. Has your head been scared silly by the monster?"
A familiar voice reached David's ears. This voice sounded so much like Mingyi, the village chief, but hadn't he been knocked away by the monster, almost losing his breath?
Seeing David unresponsive, Mingyi kicked him again. Only then did David react—Mingyi was alive!
Weapon... yes, weapon! David immediately got up and pulled out the long spear from the monster's body. This long spear actually had a steel tip, and the feel of the wood was also extraordinary, clearly a precious material.
With a weapon like this, there's no monster that can't be eliminated!
He looked at Mingyi in front of him and asked incredulously, "This long spear... where did it come from!"
He looked up at Mingyi, initially thinking Mingyi was empty-handed, but he didn't expect Mingyi to also have a steel long spear in his hand that looked identical to the one in David's hand.
Questions filled David's mind, and similarly, the villagers who had witnessed Mingyi's resurrection also had questions.
When Mingyi noticed David was still dazed, he didn't focus too much attention on him, but instead called out to the other villagers around him to approach.
"Quick, come closer to me. Distribute the weapons, quickly."
He wanted to distribute weapons to every villager; he wanted to avenge the dead, to... avenge his parents!
The villagers who could see Mingyi witnessed a strange sight: as soon as the steel long spear in Mingyi's hand was taken by one person, another identical long spear appeared in his hand. It was simply a miracle!
"This must be a Titan manifesting, granting Mingyi the blessing of a Titan!" people believed.
Those who received the weapons all praised them, saying they were truly excellent weapons, capable of easily piercing the monster's skull.
Of course, this was one of the few items Mingyi's father had brought back from the Suspended Peak Kingdom, a prize he won for placing in the top three at the Suspended Peak Festival.
So the quality of the long spear was, of course, beyond reproach. It was crafted by the most skilled artisans using the best materials.
However, even the best weapons require daily maintenance and will experience wear and tear over the years. When Mingyi's father used this weapon in his final battle, the weapon could only be considered ordinary; it was certainly not as good as the weapons they held in their hands now.