Ompharos, Pioneer: I Reincarnate Alone

[Oracle·To the Pioneers Who Bear the Fire] ——Qiong, listen. You are not firewood. They call you their savior and put the weight of the world on your back. They expect you to burn, like Baie, like all the souls named by this name in the past, to exchange for a moment of skylight with a heroic burn. But I want to say: you are not firewood. The firewood burned out, leaving only ashes and a lonely warmth. And you, the path of pioneering is clanging at your feet. Your destiny is to pioneer, to sow, to extend the star path, rather than to be reduced to ashes in the fire. You are a plowshare. Your mission is to break through the wasteland that has been trampled hard by despair and reincarnation. Every step is difficult, every blow is like hitting the stone of fate. But the significance of the plow is precisely to tear apart the hard knots and dig out new soil - even if what is dug up is the bones and tears of the past, it is also a hotbed prepared for the seeds of the future. You are the bell holder. Time is chaotic, knotted, and cyclical here. Stepping into reincarnation is not about repetition. You need to identify every tiny deviation and adjust the invisible thread in the hundreds of millions of pendulum reciprocations. Until with your hands, you ring a completely different moment - that is the death knell of the old cycle and the morning bell of the new era. You are the coordinate. When everything is lost and destiny points to annihilation, your existence itself must become a solid "point", a constant that tears apart the established program. Let the fact that "the pioneers made this decision and refused to give in" turn into a new law written into the bottom of the world. The final oracle has only one sentence: