[No System + Passionate + Tragic + Turning the tide + A beacon of righteousness + Mild angst + A few tearjerkers]
In this age of fallen emperors, no human has become a Great Emperor for tens of thousands of years. On the day an alien race invades the Northern Wilderness, Yang Fan is told by his future self, who will become a Quasi-Emperor three hundred years from now:
“Starting today, humanity will endure three hundred years of calamity, upheaval, and darkness. Not until three hundred years have passed will we see a glimmer of hope.”
“You said it will take until the golden age arrives three hundred years from now, when countless human heroes emerge to quell the chaos and defeat the alien races... In later generations, those three hundred years will be known as the Dark Era.”
“That’s right.”
“So humanity is supposed to endure slaughter, suffering, and the cruelty of the alien races for all three hundred years? Just accept it?”
“What else can you do?”
“I’ll be the one to shed humanity’s blood. Those fated to be sacrificed, those heroes who march to their deaths: I’ll rewrite their fate... Even if the road can only be paved with millions of corpses, I’ll lay down my own spine in their place.”
As the great edifice crumbles, I’ll hold it back. As the world is brought to ruin, I’ll save it from collapse... Even against a thousand, I’ll go forth without hesitation, and I’ll never regret it, even if I die nine times!
“There are always things in life that someone has to do.”
“If everyone only cares about the snow at their own doorstep, then when faced with a raging flood and an apocalyptic calamity, who can we count on to save the world from disaster? I’ll be the one to build this road.”
He will use his own backbone to uphold humanity’s future and his power to suppress the forces of all directions, bringing peace and tranquility to the world.
In the Dark Era, behold the hero.
It's very beautiful. I hope no poison will be added later 🤭🤭