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Chapter 643 Don't forget where you came from, and don't forget who you are.
After dismissing the four plant spirit warriors, Mo Chen continued to stroll around his own war courtyard.
He visited every single one of the new members who had just joined courtyard number 5905, without exception.
They chose to join for different reasons, but each carried their own story and past, some heavy, some light.
But at this moment, these plant spirit warriors from all walks of life have gathered in courtyard number 5905, becoming part of this big family.
As the homeowner, Mo Chen must shoulder his responsibilities and lead them toward a better tomorrow and future.
This war zone is vast, but the outside world is much larger.
Plant Spirit Federation, Zombie Spirit Empire, Sun God Church, Eclipse Moon Cult, Aomori Rangers, Wilderness Wolf Clan, Star Giants, Z Technology Company, Modern International, Goblin Union Chamber of Commerce...
Various forces and factions vie for power and engage in endless struggles on this garden planet.
They all tried to seize the greatest benefit for themselves on this vibrant land.
Courtyard No. 5905 is still very small and isolated, unable to join this grand game as a "player".
The blazing sun in the sky is about to set, and a storm symbolizing chaos is gradually approaching.
Unbeknownst to him, Mo Chen arrived at the plaza where the teleporter was located.
This place recently underwent another renovation, and a small, elegantly designed fountain has been added to the center of the square.
Mo Chen arrived at the fountain, looked down at the clear water, and felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.
[It's been a few months since I came into this world.]
My life has truly undergone a dramatic transformation during this period...
He looked up at the setting sun that was about to sink below the horizon.
The surrounding clouds were dyed blood red, like raging flames, perhaps foreshadowing the impending bloodshed.
Courtyard No. 5905 is still too small, so small that in this game of chess, it could be easily crushed into dust at any moment.
But Mo Chen was unwilling to accept that fate. He reached out and lightly touched the surface of the water with his fingertips, stirring up the calm, mirror-like pool.
Ripples spread out, shattering the clouds reflected in the water, which then slowly came back together.
Gazing at the glow of the setting sun as it began to reassemble, the soft sound of water echoed in Mo Chen's ears.
He suddenly remembered the confusion and unease he felt when he first arrived in the world.
Looking back now, those emotions seem to have settled into the not-so-distant past along with my long-lost naivety and immaturity.
At first, Mo Chen was just a passerby who was swept up by fate and thrown into a strange world, feeling lost and disoriented by everything around him.
But now, looking at the increasingly prosperous courtyard that he had personally managed, the initial sense of helplessness has long since disappeared.
He was no longer a passive bystander accepting his fate, but a witness to the world, able to write his own story.
Mo Chen withdrew his gaze from the water's surface, the lingering coolness on his fingertips still reminding him that what he had experienced was not an illusion.
The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows of Mo Chen.
The setting sun had sunk below the horizon, leaving only a faint crimson glow, like embers that had burned out, yet also harboring new hope.
The lights in various parts of the community lit up one after another, illuminating the path for Mo Chen to reach the community tree.
He walked forward, each step filled with courage and determination.
The road ahead is long and full of unknowns and challenges, but Mo Chen is not alone, because behind him is the entire No. 5905 courtyard.
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"Simmons, you've really opened my eyes as your liaison."
Inside the community tree's reception room, Xiao Da stood with her hands on her hips in front of Simmons, whom she had summoned there, and reprimanded him without any politeness.
Although she was barely taller than Simmons' chest, her presence was far more imposing.
"As a sergeant sniper in the 59th Army of the Federation, you haven't sent back a single message since you were marked as missing. What do you think your family thinks? They believe you died in the ruined city!"
Xiao Da's voice suddenly rose, her outstretched hand pointing directly at Simmons's nose: "Now that you've appeared alive, and even transformed yourself from a 'wanderer' into a plant spirit warrior recruited by the courtyard, have you ever thought that after nearly a year of not returning to the team, the Federation will consider you a 'deserter'! And bring shame upon your family?"
Simmons' body stiffened abruptly, and his face turned even paler. A year of wandering had almost made him forget his original identity.
The third son of the Levi family, once an outstanding sniper on whom his family placed high hopes, now stands motionless, like a weathered statue.
At this moment, all those little things from my memory also resurfaced.
Simmons remembered the earnest looks in his parents' eyes as they saw him off on the train to enlist, and he also recalled how his brother, a general, pinned a medal on him after a battle.
At that time, he was full of vigor and ambition, and his heart was pounding with a burning desire for glory and to prove himself.
Simmons had imagined that he would follow in the footsteps of his ancestors, achieving great deeds on the battlefield and becoming a hero of the Federation, making the Levy family name even more renowned.
But reality was far crueler than he imagined. The horrific scenes of that punitive expedition still replay in Simmons' dreams.
The cold-blooded, merciless muzzles of imperial soldiers' guns, the hideous, terrifying faces of monsters in the ruined city, and the screams and wails of their comrades...
They were like a persistent, lingering ailment, making it impossible for Simmons to shake off the nauseating stench of blood.
Watching his comrades die one after another, while he struggled to survive in the ruined city, fear taught him to run away, and he didn't even dare to return to the familiar world he once knew.
Simmons chose to forget, fearing being drawn back into the endless war and the unbearable despair it would bring.
Do you think keeping quiet will solve the problem?
Xiao Da's voice remained stern, but there was a hint of a sigh in her tone: "Simmons, don't forget that you were once a soldier of the Federation. The honor of the Levi family will not allow you to escape. Your family and your friends are waiting for you to give them an explanation."
Simmons lowered his head, his gaze falling on his hands. He recalled every night he had spent in the ruined city, and the moments he had brushed shoulders with death.
Simmons thought he had gotten used to wandering, but at this moment, he realized that his longing for home and his desire for belonging had never disappeared.
“I…understand, Ms. Wisdom Tree.”
Simmons' voice was a little hoarse: "But... please give me some time."
Xiao Da sighed softly, her tone softening: "Time can be given to you, but responsibility cannot be shirked. Simmons, you are now the coconut sniper plant spirit of Courtyard 5905. This is your new home, but don't forget where you came from, and don't forget who you really are."