15: What happened in that era?
“A diary?”
“What diary?”
Ding Xiaoyu, who had just sworn brotherhood, looked completely bewildered.
“……”
“……”
Wang Arthur and Wang Dadong exchanged glances, then smiled slightly.
It was time to…
…give their new brother a shock with the diary.
…
…
At the stall.
The three of them.
Sat down again.
When Ding Xiaoyu took out the diary and finished reading it, even he, usually so calm, showed a rare hint of shock on his face.
“So.”
“Da Dong, when I first walked in, you called out my name because of this diary, including my Combat Power Index breaking ten thousand points.”
Ding Xiaoyu spoke seriously.
“That’s right, at that time, I just wanted to test it, to see if the diary was real or fake, I didn’t expect…” Wang Dadong scratched his head.
“So…”
“The contents of this diary can almost be confirmed to be true.”
Wang Arthur’s eyes narrowed slightly.
With the three of them becoming brothers, the authenticity of this diary seemed to be confirmed.
“So…”
“My dad…”
“Is Rain Dragon of the Martial Power Tribunal?”
Ding Xiaoyu frowned deeply.
His expression.
Recalled the past; his impression of his father had never faded. After his parents left, he drifted alone, an orphan.
For him, having parents meant home, and without parents, there was no home. During this time of wandering, his parents seemed to exist only in his memories, growing more distant with time, becoming an untouchable past. Only when playing the piano would he remember…
…that when he was little, his parents were by his side.
He had never imagined that one day, many years later, at a certain school, news of his father would appear, even uncovering some hidden secret about him.
“Martial Power Tribunal, what exactly is the Martial Power Tribunal?” Wang Dadong asked.
“……”
Wang Arthur was silent for a moment.
“I don’t know.”
“But Arrogant, you should still remember what I said before, that if this diary is real, then we’re in trouble.”
Wang Dadong nodded: “That’s right, what about it?”
Wang Arthur: “……”
Ding Xiaoyu: “……”
Wang Arthur smiled helplessly: “I don’t know whether to call you an idiot, Arrogant, or just single-minded.”
Wang Dadong blinked: “?”
Ding Xiaoyu took over: “Arthur means that if the diary is real, then what it says at the beginning is also real: the Twelve Universes, the Demon Realm, the Good and Evil War, and so on…”
Wang Arthur looked ahead: “Which means we are currently facing a huge crisis.”
At this point, Wang Dadong also seemed to have realized.
“So… ”
“If the Twelve Universes and the Demon Realm exist, then the Demon Realm also exists, and that Demon Realm…”
Thinking of this possibility.
His expression also became solemn.
“The most important thing is…”
Wang Arthur said in a deep voice: “The era we live in no longer has these records. No matter what, that era of the Martial Forest is a thing of the past for us.”
“Although we don’t know exactly what happened, the entire world must have experienced a catastrophe, and the current world is the post-Martial Forest era, which declined after the catastrophe.”
“Under these circumstances, what do we have to confront the approaching Demon Realm?”
The three of them.
Fell silent for a moment.
Within the hearts of the three.
They all felt a sense of heaviness.
“So…”
“What exactly happened in that era?”
Wang Dadong spoke in a deep voice.
What they saw in the diary was that era, an era of the Martial Forest, but decades later, everything had changed, and the vicissitudes that emerged from this change came rushing at them.
“Xiaoyu, did your dad ever mention it to you?” Wang Arthur asked.
What he was asking about.
Naturally, was the Martial Power Tribunal.
And the matter of Rain Dragon.
“…” After a moment of silence, Ding Xiaoyu spoke: “My dad is dead.”
“…” Wang Arthur and Wang Dadong were both slightly stunned.
“I am an orphan.”
“My dad, he…”
Ding Xiaoyu’s voice paused slightly, then he continued:
“He died very early. I don’t know much about him, but he was a pianist, an unsuccessful pianist. One typhoon day, he finished composing a piece, said he was going to a performance, and then rushed out the door.”
“And then…”
His voice was still so calm. Under the night sky, his eyes looked forward; the city lights were brilliant, but his eyes were dim.
“He never came back.”
“I only found the music he composed. According to people nearby, during the typhoon, he played selflessly in the middle of the storm.”
“In the end, no body was found.”
“That’s all I know.”
He calmly finished his narration.
There was no sadness in his words, but they were full of tragedy.
“So, I never knew he was Rain Dragon of the Martial Power Tribunal, nor did I know about the Martial Power Tribunal,” Ding Xiaoyu said again.
“…I also didn’t know my dad was Tu Long.”
“Wait a minute…”
“Which means…”
“Our fathers knew each other.”
Wang Arthur looked at Ding Xiaoyu.
“Mm.” Ding Xiaoyu nodded.
“What about you, Arrogant?” Wang Arthur looked at Wang Dadong.
“Don’t look at me, my dad is a pastor, okay? He doesn’t fight, so he definitely isn’t some hidden figure.” Wang Dadong spread his hands.
“……”
Wang Arthur frowned slightly, seemingly deep in thought.
“Narcissist, what’s wrong?” Wang Dadong patted Wang Arthur’s shoulder.
“I’m thinking about something.”
Wang Arthur frowned tightly, looking at Ding Xiaoyu.
“Xiaoyu, if your dad was Rain Dragon of the Martial Power Tribunal, then could there be something suspicious about his disappearance back then?”
Wang Dadong asked: “Why would you think that?”
Ding Xiaoyu: “…Arthur, do you mean that the Martial Power Tribunal appearing in the diary might not be simple, and perhaps related to what happened back then?”
Wang Arthur nodded: “Mm, if our fathers were both members of the Martial Power Tribunal, then they should have mentioned it to us, but from childhood to adulthood, they never did. Even now, we’ve only just found out.”
“There might be some hidden truth here…”
Both of them considered this possibility.
If there was no hidden truth, why hide their identities? This Martial Power Tribunal, mentioned multiple times in the diary, also seemed not to be simple, and it was even mentioned as —
— famous throughout the world.
This force must not be simple.
Wang Arthur’s father, Tu Long.
Ding Xiaoyu’s father, Rain Dragon.
Both were members of the Martial Power Tribunal, yet in their memories, they had no contact with the Martial Power Tribunal whatsoever. This was very strange.
“Perhaps the later parts of the diary will have the answer?” Wang Dadong scratched his head.
The three of them once again turned their gaze to the diary.