My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 527 - 345 War Memoirs

Chapter 527: Chapter 345 War Memoirs

"Such peaceful days..."

Meng Lang did a set of broadcast exercises on the balcony and stood there watching the dog-walkers, toddler-walkers, and the hurried office workers in the community below...

He sighed with some emotion, then walked into the study...

During these days at home, Meng Lang hadn’t read any "books," taking the rare opportunity to "empty himself" and thoroughly enjoy a vacation.

Setting aside the "number of readings" side effect, he felt that since he had started using the cheat, he might have been wound a little too tight.

Every day his mind was full of how to achieve a small goal each day, how to lay out his investments, how to save himself, how to save the world...

Even dating seemed like a strategic mission to him, his mind full of weighing pros and cons and pondering gains and losses.

Perhaps Mr. Duan was right, the burden of self-redemption and redeeming others was too heavy.

His life shouldn’t just be about survival and death.

It should also embrace poetry and distance, love and peace...

War Memoirs

Meng Lang: "..."

Well, that was a slap in the face almost instantly...

He looked helplessly at the latest update he was holding.

Could this brother be doing this on purpose?

The overall dark-toned cover, rendered in gray, seemed like a high-altitude aerial photograph.

In the image, the war-ravaged land was smoky, filled with the city’s ruins and rubble, especially a huge crater, startling to those who beheld it...

Just from this image alone, a sense of desolation and death brought by war hit you squarely in the face.

"This is..."

Meng Lang’s gaze quickly fixated on the remains of a somewhat familiar statue among the city ruins.

Though missing its high-held "ice cream," now a broken-armed Venus, and its crown already irreparably damaged, the familiar pose and structure still allowed Meng Lang to recognize it at a glance...

Statue of Liberty...

Hiss~ Gotham City, the center of the world, has been reduced to this?

How brutal must this war have been?

Could it be the outbreak of the Pacific War, the aftermath of a battle between Gundam and Godzilla?

Then... who won?

With a heavy heart, Meng Lang slowly turned the page...

In the beginning, few people paid attention to this disaster, thinking it was just a dispute, a conflict, the decline of a country, the birth of a new order...

Until the disaster became related to every single person...

...

"If possible, please help my junior Brother Hu, although he’s a second-generation, his character is actually not bad..."

Over dinner, Yan Weiwei hesitated for a long time before she finally managed to say this awkwardly to me.

"It’s not that I don’t want to help, it’s just that the time isn’t right."

"When is the right time?"

"When he realizes the reality..."

The very next day, Hu Yifei swiftly came to terms with reality...

"Brother Hu got sued by someone," Yan Weiwei told me.

I was somewhat taken aback.

His pampered, second-generation big fellow actually got sued by someone?

Soon after, the news that "Cretaceous boss ruthlessly overworks employees, 90s programmer dies suddenly from overwork" made it onto the local station...

Understanding the cause and effect, I could only sigh that my words, fluttering like a butterfly’s wings, ended up causing the death of an innocent programmer.

And it was even someone I knew...

After causing such a mess, Hu Yifei not only compensated the family of the deceased a large sum of money, but also the morale of the company’s employees was shaken, making Cretaceous’s operations even worse...

It’s said that even a bunch of his political opponents used this as an excuse to launch an attack, putting Mr. Hu in a passive position.

When I saw Hu Yifei again, his complexion was haggard and his will dejected.

"Is it a bit late for me to make a resolution now?" he asked me with a wry smile.

"It’s not too late, the best time to make a resolution is either in the past or now."

I hoped he could stay and continue holding an executive position, but Hu Yifei, having faced repeated blows, felt utterly unsuited for the business world.

He shook his head in despair and declined before finally choosing to leave Su City, this place of heartache.

"Do you know? Yifei wasn’t really unable to raise the money..."

At the departure gate of the airport, his girlfriend said with a face full of melancholy.

Some people are poor, not because they are lazy, but because the money they earn is too clean.

And some people are even rarer, they could easily make money just by reaching out, but they only want to earn clean money...

It was many years later that I heard.

After the war broke out, Hu Yifei had enlisted in the military and then never returned...

...

"Thanks for what you did for Brother Hu, I owe you a favor, and don’t worry, I will repay it!"

Soon after, I came to know how Yan Weiwei repaid favors...

"Starting today, I want to travel all over the country, seeking out masters of Dark Energy to spar with in Martial Arts, and climb to the highest realm of transforming energy!"

Looking at Yan Weiwei, her fists clenched and face full of fighting spirit, we just couldn’t bring ourselves to say anything to make her stay.

We were her friends, but we had no right to interfere with someone else’s pursuit of their ideals.

Before leaving, I couldn’t help but ask her why she had decided so suddenly.

After all...this was not in keeping with the history...

She laughed heartily, gave me a hug, and whispered in my ear.

"You, this pseudo-transformative energy user, surely don’t know that a master who breaks through Dark Energy has much more sensitive five senses than ordinary people, right?"

I stood there, dumbfounded.

"Take good care of Haitang and Xiao Yu, or no matter where in the world I am, I will come back and give you a beating!"

Yan Weiwei gave her signature sunny smile.

Then with a wave of her hand, she left behind nothing but a dashing back view...

...

The shipyard’s investment plan was not going smoothly.

First, there was a lack of funding, and second, I had underestimated the difficulty in gaining the trust of a well-established state-owned enterprise.

To put it simply, my reputation value wasn’t sufficient to purchase high-quality fixed assets...

This made me miss Hu Yifei, who had already left.

...

In 2018, through the hands of several professors more fond of plagiarism than academics, Biological Chip Technology first began to spread from Country Hua.

As I had expected, most of these professors ended up with rather bleak futures after gaining fame.

But this also helped me gather enough evidence.

Using the character "Black Cat"’s already-acquired favorability boost, I quietly conveyed a wave of intelligence to the nation.

Trust is a spiral.

If you’re willing to offer trust, others reciprocate the trust, then trust spirals upwards...

In 2022, Country Hua completed the construction of a new generation of underwater acoustic monitoring networks.

Everyone thought it was for monitoring underwater vessels that intruded from outside the region.

But only a handful of people knew, this was a silent war between civilizations...

I didn’t know how the enemies in the Pacific would respond, but infrasound signals in the air began to burst with increased density!

My plans encountered one obstacle after another as it became evident that the Night Demon Clan had become aware of some unexpected situations...

And just as I was in the midst of preparing to collect signal sources and attempting to decrypt them...

In February 2022, war broke out in the north.

At that time, I didn’t take it seriously, thinking it was just a noise in the long river of history.

Until the subsequent financial crisis erupted...

By 2024, wars had ignited in Eastern Europe, East Asia, the Middle East, Africa, and Latin America...

By 2025, a crisis erupted on Tsushima Island, and the proxy conflict between G2 indicated the formal start of the Third World War...