A Resistance Fighter's Diary

[You carefully sorted through the remaining belongings and found a battered notebook in the resistance fighter's pack.]

[Looking at the paper notebook, you felt a little dazed. You had planned to look for electronic devices, but there were none among the resistance fighter's remaining belongings.]

[With questions in your mind, you opened the resistance fighter's notebook.]

[O God of Wealth from the past! The great upheaval that occurred in future space-time began to unfold slowly before you.]

[...]

[Year 1 of the Dark Calendar: The power suddenly went out across the globe, and everything that used electricity as its energy source ceased to function.]

[All kinds of technological weapons also lost the power they should have had when the power supply ceased to function. It was as though heaven and earth had undergone a great upheaval, rendering all creations of the technological age inoperative at that very moment.]

[At the critical moment of the other races' invasion, all weapons failed. Two months later, I learned that the Imperial Capital battlefield and the Demon Capital battlefield had fallen.]

[Huaxia officially entered the dark age of the great flight.]

[...]

[August, Year 1 of the Dark Calendar: While fleeing, I witnessed a ferocious insect tide capable of devouring everything.]

[Fortunately, I met a powerful compatriot. Under my compatriot's protection, I began to follow my compatriot from place to place.]

[While talking with my compatriot that night, I learned her name was the single character Yun, with no surname. Though I found it a little strange, I didn't dare ask further.]

[In such a dark age of flight, I suppose being sheltered by a powerful compatriot was heaven taking pity on me!]

[...]

[March, Year 2 of the Dark Calendar: We were attacked by Golden Evil Insects today. I was a burden. Because of me, Yun was slashed across the abdomen, and her blood wouldn't stop flowing.]

[I'm very grateful to Yun. If not for her protection, I might have died in an insect tide's attack long ago.]

[I just blame myself. Why am I so useless? In an age like this, why am I not a Heavenly Mandate Bearer? If I were a Heavenly Mandate Bearer, any class would do. At least I'd have the possibility of improving my strength.]

[I hate it so much!]

[I hate myself! I hate the insects! I hate the other races!]

[Hate! Hate! Hate!]

[...]

[July, Year 2 of the Dark Calendar: With Yun's help and guidance, my qi and blood made great progress today, and I finally broke through to become a second-tier martial artist.]

[As a second-tier martial artist, I can already take basic care of myself in battle.]

[Thank you, Yun!]

[But during this time, Yun and I have wandered all over the Imperial Capital and seen the miserable state of every part of it. Though some Heavenly Mandate Bearers established shelters, the other races quickly wiped them out.]

[What on earth happened to this world?]

[...]

[April, Year 3 of the Dark Calendar: Yun fought and killed a Two-Winged Flying Insect today. Using the insect core from its body, I completed a qi and blood surge and became a third-tier martial artist, though parts of my body underwent aberrations.]

[But the situation is growing more dire. Yun said the Mountain and Sea Main Battlefield is already in danger. Once it falls, all of human society will face a great destruction!]

[I don't understand. When the other species first invaded, Huaxia clearly had such a great advantage, even crushing them and winning multiple battles. Why did things suddenly turn out like this?]

[I asked Yun, but she said she didn't know the exact reason either. All she knew was that humanity had lost a war, and after that battle, the Imperial Capital and Demon Capital battlefields collapsed, and large numbers of other races began pouring into Huaxia.]

[...]

[February, Year 4 of the Dark Calendar: Yun is dead. She was ambushed and killed by an evil spirit, sacrificing herself to protect a piece of trash like me.]

[Why did Yun protect a piece of trash like me, an ordinary person who practiced the Martial Dao?]

[She could have escaped. She didn't have to die. All that had to happen was for a piece of trash like me to die!]

[How hateful!]

[This collapsing world!!!]

[What will it take to make things normal again!???]

[...]

[July, Year 5 of the Dark Calendar: I set out with a group of like-minded people to return to the Imperial Capital and explore it, and to see for the people in the rear just how the other races had trampled the Imperial Capital.]

[But we all knew we were nothing more than cannon-fodder suicide squads.]

[One hundred and twenty-seven teams, one hundred and twenty-seven suicide squads. As long as one person returned from the Imperial Capital with information on its current state, every price paid would be worth it.]

[Founder of the Martial Dao! Just what kind of person are you!!!]

[...]

[As you continued flipping through the notebook, you discovered that the pages at the back had been lost. This was all the useful information you could find.]

[While leafing through it, you even discovered that a great deal in the middle had been damaged or lost. You therefore guessed that the large jumps in time must have left out a great deal of information.]

[O God of Wealth with complicated feelings! Upon discovering from a resistance fighter's battered notebook that history had undergone a major change, that the course of history had even been forcibly interrupted and somehow entered the Dark Calendar era, what did you think?]