Like a Dream, Like an Illusion

At this very moment.

Wang Anyi had just awakened from unconsciousness. He lay on his back in the sea, arms and legs spread wide, and the first thing he saw was a cloudless blue sky stretching to the horizon.

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Perhaps his brain and body had both been pushed past their limits. Wang Anyi felt a little dazed.

What was going on?

Hadn't he and that Japanese punk, Sugawara Keisuke, died together?

Then how had he suddenly ended up back on the surface of the sea?

And another thing—

What was that scene that had appeared in his mind while he was unconscious?

In some inexplicable place, he had seen his friend Lin Shangjie, who had died twenty-five years ago; his comrades who had fallen during the Battle of Songhu; and even Zhuangjie Gong, who had died a heroic death aboard the Zhiyuan during the First Sino-Japanese War.

Was it a hallucination brought on by his deepest convictions, or had it really happened?

As countless questions surfaced in Wang Anyi's mind, his consciousness, slowly returning to the present, suddenly offered up another thought.

Right—the Data Pod?!

At once, Wang Anyi turned his head in the water and looked behind him.

In his memory, the Data Pod had always been protected behind him. His position might have changed by now, but he still instinctively looked back.

And then—

Wang Anyi saw something he would never forget for as long as he lived.

For some reason, the sea, which had been relatively calm, was now boiling. Countless waves rose and fell like mountain ranges, one after another.

The raging waves ran wild like untethered horses, roaring as they surged forward, ready to devour everything.

One towering wave after another crashed in, each dozens of meters high, slamming into the sea with enough