hsntnovel The Dream Begins in the 50s and 20s
The Dream Begins in the 50s and 20s
Eleven years ago, news spread through the streets and alleys of the lower-class districts that National Day was approaching, one of the few times they felt they could finally catch their breath.
Two sons of a family were watching the sun gradually brighten in the lower district from their window, appearing even brighter than usual. Their family immediately pulled them back inside, scolding them in a low voice, "How could you be so careless? Didn't we tell you not to go out?" The younger brother said, "We really didn't go out, but we were just looking at the sun from the window." But the father was somewhat annoyed: "What if you get caught? Can you bear the responsibility? Is it worth it?" The older brother finally spoke up: "I'm sorry, Father, I didn't watch my brother properly." As you might guess, these were the two brothers from the East who had been living a life of quiet desperation for 18 years. An old television broadcast a news item: "The Heavenly Yin Empire of the Era of Power and Nobility will celebrate its National Day in 17284999989. There are still 11 years until the exact National Day. Let us all keep our promise for National Day."
A group of cats dressed in the uniforms of the Heavenly Yin Empire—a symbol of wealth at the time—were patrolling the upper district, just two hours before National Day. One of them began drinking, celebrating.
Suddenly, one of the cats, whose rank was clearly higher based on their clothing, had an idea—a surprise inspection of the lower-level area while drunk: "Hey brothers, I'm going down there for a bit, you guys keep drinking, no, don't worry about me." The other cats were also drunk and completely ignored him. The high-ranking cat, riding his flying skateboard, wobbled down the passageway to the lower-level area. The passageway was now dilapidated and not meant for people from the lower-level area to use; it was a symbol of oppression.
Those below who spotted Guan Da Mao immediately started running, shouting, "Oh no! People from above are coming! Quickly get all the men in your households to hide! Don't get caught!" The news spread like wildfire through every alley in the lower district. Every household locked their doors and windows, stuffing their men into any hiding place they could find. The two Dongfang brothers, hiding in a wardrobe, encouraged each other, "Hopefully we can get through this."
The big cat flew low through the alley, its eyes scanning the doors and windows of each house. Every now and then, it would dart to the doorway and peek inside, which terrified the women of the houses. They would quickly make way for him, afraid of arousing his suspicion.
All the women lining the alley were staring at this cat, not because of its good looks, but because if anything seemed amiss in your home, and it went in and found a man, reporting this to the current Emperor of Heaven, Dongfang Quanfu, your entire family would be killed. This was no exaggeration. No one knew the origin of this prohibition; it had existed since the day Dongfang Quanfu massacred the upper-class district.
Just as I was filling in the gaps in my understanding of the world, Guan Damao instantly lifted his skateboard and rushed straight to the balcony of the Dongfang brothers' house. He sensed something was amiss; his bracelet had just detected a faint heat wave and a wisp of dust drifted by, disappearing in an instant. "I'm probably drunk, but I'm not usually this bad when I'm drunk. However, I want to say that my mind is still perfectly clear." After saying this, he rushed into the house. The Dongfang brothers' mother asked, "What's wrong, sir?" and hurried upstairs. Their father, who was hiding behind the stairs, also nervously peeked out, wanting to see what was happening upstairs, since his two children were still on the second floor.
Guan Damao frowned, focusing intently on the wardrobe in the corner. Dongfang Shiyu was terrified when she saw this, and Dongfang Shijia quickly covered his mouth, listening intently to the noise. Seeing that Guan Damao seemed drunk, his mother rushed forward: "Sir, you can see our family's circumstances. The wardrobe is a bit old, but it should be alright, right?" Guan Damao clearly wasn't buying it: "Enough nonsense! Get out of the way, don't obstruct official business." A wisp of black light flickered in Dongfang Shijia's hand; he was trying to gather his unawakened spiritual power: "We can't delay any longer."
Guan Damao pushed his mother away, and she slammed heavily against the wall, cracking it. However, she wasn't seriously injured; after all, a woman who survived the dark ages known as the "Wuyeji" (the era of the buried women) couldn't possibly be weak. But she was worried about the two brothers hiding in the closet.
As Guan Damao drew closer, Dongfang Shijia remembered the neighbor's older brother who had been dragged away last week because he hadn't dodged in time, and he clenched his fists. Suddenly, Dongfang Shijia pushed open the wardrobe, knocking him to the ground, and punched him repeatedly: "Little brother, hurry!" Dongfang Shiyu immediately rushed forward and, imitating his brother, began beating Guan Damao. In an instant, blood splattered throughout the small room, and Guan Damao died under the blows.
The Crown of All Universes—oh no, due to the inaction of the previous Heavenly Yin Emperor, this name had been abolished and become a laughingstock. Dongfang Quanfu, seeing the suddenly missing Guan Damiao, immediately located the two Dongfang brothers and, clad in armor, rushed down to the lower level.
Just as the two Dongfang brothers were discussing what to do next, a figure appeared behind them, coldly looking at them: "I've finally found the two little brats." As he raised his hand, he drew energy from the surroundings, concentrating it into laser beams.
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