When 'God' Decides To Start Over-Chapter 1063 - 405: Theater of Life_3

When the scenery in front of him returned to normal, Li Xiu found himself in the center of a city, standing on the rooftop of a towering skyscraper.

The city felt somewhat familiar to Li Xiu, yet it was utterly strange.

Towering buildings exuding a sense of technology filled the space, with everywhere in the sky occupied by transportation vehicles resembling flying cars, and numerous Magic Armor Masters soaring through the air in their Demon Armor, akin to a future city from a sci-fi movie.

"So many Magic Armor Masters in the future?" Li Xiu glanced around, discovering Magic Armor Masters everywhere in the city, even spotting many S-rank Magic Armor Masters.

Various designs of advanced flying devices seemed to have become widespread, reaching a point where everyone had one.

"Looks pretty nice, doesn’t it?" the voice coldly said beside Li Xiu.

"Indeed, such a future appears quite nice," Li Xiu replied.

"Don’t rush, keep watching." The voice led Li Xiu down from the rooftop, heading towards the edge of the city.

Li Xiu originally thought she was taking him to a slum, but as they traveled to the city’s edge, he saw no slums; even in the suburbs, all buildings were equally advanced, filled with futuristic technology.

While Li Xiu was puzzled about what she intended to show him, a group of people came walking down the street.

"Take a closer look at those people," the voice instructed.

Li Xiu noticed that the group consisted of around a thousand people, walking along the road leaving the city. Strangely, they were all elderly, mostly in their fifties and sixties, with similar ages.

The expressions of these elders were full of bleakness as they lined up and walked towards the city outskirts.

Behind the elderly group, there was another group composed of young people, comparable in number to the elderly.

Before long, the group of elders reached the city’s edge, where a military force composed of Magic Armor Masters stood guard.

As the elders arrived at the checkpoint, each came to a halt; some turned as if to look back, only to be stopped sharply by the leading elder’s loud command, "Don’t turn back."

Many elders trembled, resisting the urge to look back, faces full of bitter expressions, bodies involuntarily shaking.

"Don’t turn back, let’s go." The leading elder gritted his teeth, his voice pushing through clenched teeth, then turned away and strode towards the checkpoint, passing through first.

"Dad!" a mournful cry came from the young people’s group behind, as a young man in his twenties, tears streaming down his face, frantically rushed through the young group towards the checkpoint.

"Stop, don’t come over." Without looking back, the elder stood there, shouting decisively.

"Dad... don’t go... I don’t want anything... please stay... I don’t want anything... just want you to live..." The young man halted, collapsed to his knees, screaming heart-wrenchingly.

"Dad... Mom..." The young man’s cries moved the other young people in the group, prompting them to cry out desperately while rushing towards the checkpoint.

The Magic Armor Master guards quickly dashed out, forming a barrier between the elders and the young people, blocking those desperately rushing to the elders.

"Dad... Mom... come back... we want nothing... we beg you... come back..." Young men and women pleaded desperately, trying to break through the Magic Armor Masters’ barricade to reach the elders.

"Son... Daughter..." The elders couldn’t bear anymore, tears streaming down their faces.

"Don’t turn back... follow me... this is our fate... and theirs." The leading elder shouted, tears unstoppably flowing.

The elder’s final words seemed to wake the others; tears filled their faces, yet they gritted their teeth tightly, fists clenched so hard their nails dug into their palms, with blood seeping through their fingers, dripping down.

They didn’t turn back, their eyes full of bitterness, despair, reluctance, fear, and love, yet none turned back, bodies shaking consistently.

"Why... why... why won’t the heavens give us a path to live..." a frail elderly woman wailed mournfully, rushing heedlessly towards the checkpoint.

"Mom... don’t go... please don’t..." a girl desperately tried to breach the Magic Armor Masters’ defenses, willing to face any consequence to reach her mother.

The guards of the Magic Armor Masters seemed unable to bear witnessing such a tragic display of familial affection, allowing the girl to pass through.

Once the barrier was broken, the young men and women went crazy, their eyes red with tears, tumbling and crawling to reach the elders.

"Xiao Ru... don’t come over... if you take another step... I’ll give my life to you right now..." Standing before the checkpoint, the elder woman shouted sharply, already having one foot about to step over the checkpoint’s red line.

"Mom!" The girl fell to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, her tear-blurred eyes pleadingly looking at the elder woman: "Mom... don’t go..."

"Xiao Gu... live well... live well... the heavens won’t give us fate... then we’ll exchange it with our lives... our fate... we’ll earn it ourselves... just live... live on." The elder woman spoke decisively while stepping over the red line, rushing recklessly towards the outer city.

"Our fate... we’ll exchange it ourselves..." The elder men and women cried tears of grief, yet faces firm, running after the elder woman through the checkpoint.

"Dad... Mom..." The young rushed desperately forward, yet it was too late, the checkpoint’s net already dropped down. They frantically clawed at the wire netting as if to tear it open, but despite hands bleeding profusely, nothing could be done, only watching as the elders rushed out of the city, disappearing gradually into the wilderness.

"What are they doing?" Li Xiu stared agape at those desperately running in the wild, unsure what they were doing.

The elders ran desperately, rushing on, getting up after falling, continuing to run, seeming only wanting to run further away.

"They are... exchanging lives..." The voice devoid of emotion sounded beside Li Xiu: "As the world shatters... reincarnation breaks apart... the Mortal World begins anew... one life dies for another to be born... only with elders’ deaths... can new life be born."

Li Xiu’s pupils contracted; he saw the elder who first rushed out of the city gradually become frostbitten while sprinting, stopping as his body was covered in frost, momentarily turning into a snowman.

One by one, the elders dashed forward, the frost accumulating further on their bodies, ultimately transforming into ice sculptures.

For a moment, the road outside the city seemed to turn into a frozen Hell, with ice sculptures freezing in various strange postures across the wilderness.

Now Li Xiu understood why they ran so quickly; they wanted to run as far as possible, preventing their children from witnessing their frozen death.

Li Xiu gazed out into the vast wilderness, seeing ice sculptures of countless elders dotted everywhere, already untold how many had exchanged their lives for new life. This place was akin to a Mortal World Hell, a living graveyard.