After reading the story behind the Information Stone, Xie Yu remained unsettled for a long time.
He had never imagined that behind this unremarkable little stone, which had fallen from some mechanical soldier on the battlefield and had even been judged "worthless" by Guidance, lay such a grand, turbulent history—one that had ultimately fallen silent.
A machine. A boy.
A companionship that began with stealing electricity, a bond that crossed species.
A turning point for a civilization. The dawn of an era.
In the end, it had set sail for the sea of stars bearing goodwill and hope, only to meet a tragic conclusion: a flourishing world reduced to scorched earth beneath a flood of steel.
The sweep of time, the depth of feeling, even the arc of fate were enough to compose an epic that stirred the soul.
And of the martial civilization that should have gone on to prosper, all that remained was the little stone in his hand.
It was so insignificant that most players on the battlefield would never give it a second thought.
They might not even bother to examine it.
After all, on a fierce battlefield, players focused on the cycle of farming Sacrificial Power.
Crystals and mechanical wreckage like this were everywhere. Who would care about a "worthless rock" with only the faintest spiritual energy fluctuations?
Most players would probably select it along with everything else and sacrifice it to Di Zhao in exchange for a few paltry points of Sacrificial Power.
Yet those few points of Sacrificial Power represented the historical trace of a martial civilization that had once existed.
By chance, the player who had picked up the Information Stone was intensely curious about hidden clues, but lacked the patience to investigate them in depth.
He had sensed that something was