Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

The speech of the young man from the player continued: "I am a student from the Historical Branch of the First College of Liberal Arts in New Hangzhou, and during the summer, my friends and I found these dog tags on the ancient battlefield further north. They were preserved in a small cave on the edge of the battlefield, along with the remains of a soldier, whose dog tags I also collected. Everyone said, send them here, so I brought them along."

At this point, there was no more laughter on this young man’s face.

"Coming here, I saw so many dog tags, does every era have guys like me... somewhat foolish ones?"

"Come on, during your time, wasn’t Chaos still around, with so many Spirits and different kinds? Why did you all come here, doing such dangerous things... However, since you can operate this device, you probably aren’t a monster. I have good news for you, in my era, there is no more Chaos. We humans have once again broken free from the shackles of gravity, venturing into the outer universe to explore unknown worlds... Thank you, especially the old man with the inscription on the steps below from the final period of the Great Cataclysm. Previous archaeology has found his family, and if it weren’t for someone helping him into the ground, my predecessors couldn’t have found him, long gone with the wind.

At this point, the young man took out a cigarette, snapped it a few times, and finally wiped it from the corner of his eye: "Thank you, those people on the tags died so that we can live now... Thank you, I might seem sentimental saying this, but it’s true, thank you. If we find new tags in the future, we will definitely come back, because the monument is here, my phone is also here, if you open it, then you must be someone who understands human speech, right? So, can you take a selfie for me?"

At this point, the young man smiled: "What silly things am I saying here, this is Zhao Kai."

The young man’s monologue came to an end, and Malin put down the phone in his hand, sat on the empty steps, smiled, and gradually fell silent. He finally picked up the phone, took a selfie, then turned off the phone and placed it back in its original location.

Looking at the distant and insignificant grave, Malin stood up and walked to another pile of dog tags.

Here, there was also a small tape recorder, looking somewhat dated, but at least better than the phonograph at the beginning.

Malin picked it up and pressed the play button.