Chapter 59: Dwarf Hut (VI)

Feng Zhibei had a bizarre dream.

In the dream, I was like a bystander, watching how people who were exactly like me lived a dramatic life.

The story begins in a warm light blue liquid.

The liquid was sweet. He occasionally opened his mouth to steal a few sips. He watched the man in the white coat passing by muttering something, but his hands did not stop moving. He was holding some kind of thin tube and connecting it to the container to replenish his liquid.

In his eyes, everyone has countless possible paths, which eventually converge to the same destination.

They call this ability "narration."

A person can take many paths in his life, but he will only explain the most likely one.

He lived in the huge light blue liquid for a long, long time. His days were boring and he could only stare at the creatures passing by under the container.

This future will be stabbed to death by a partner, and that future will be burned to death by fire.

…

He eventually concluded that all living things will eventually die, so death should be a common thing.

The young Feng Zhibei couldn't even speak, but death had already occupied a place in his heart, and he was very curious about this matter.

This seems to be the final stop on every life journey.

He watched everyone walk towards death step by step through various means, and eventually turn into dust in the universe.

Why do all living things die?

Until, he was carried out from the warm light blue liquid, his body wet, his eyes squinting like a kitten that fell into the water.

"All indicators are in good condition and can be put into use... Uh, don't rub me, there's water."

The man's embrace was very cold, but it naturally had a special attraction to him, making him want to get close to him.

He grabbed the man's clothes with his hands and tried to push forward.

Feng Zhibei tried hard to open his eyes and looked at the person who was hugging him.

He suddenly froze.

A light blue thread was wrapped around this person, tightly binding the two of them together.

He experienced death again and again, his body was broken into pieces and then reassembled, and then he was killed again in some way.

——Death is not the end for this person.

Feng Zhibei began to feel uncomfortable in his body, causing him to whimper. The person holding him patted his back and comforted him in a low voice.

Later he learned that this feeling was called "pain".

Amidst the intense pain, his inner confusion and curiosity about the person in front of him grew stronger and stronger.

——He couldn’t see this person’s future clearly.

-

When Feng Zhibei woke up again, Yan Chuxue, wearing glasses, was sitting beside the bed.

He stood up expressionlessly and stared at Yan Chuxue for a few seconds.

A familiar feeling of pain came over him, and at the same time, lines appeared in his eyes.

Yan Chuxue's face darkened and she covered his eyes, "Don't look, take a good rest first."

His hands were as cold as ever, causing Feng Zhibei's eyelids to twitch.

Feng Zhibei calmed himself down and let out a breath.

This house is No. B-0099, Garden Street. It was later burned down by him, but now he and Yan Chuxue live here together.

Soon they will move to B-1100 Garden Street.

Feng Zhibei gently brushed Yan Chuxue's hand away and turned his head towards the window.

It should be early morning now, and a blurry, pale moon is hanging in the sky.

There is a moon in the sky because...

This is not a game.

Yan Chuxue picked up the porridge on the bedside table and fed it to him with a spoon, "Eat something, otherwise your body won't be able to hold on."

Feng Zhibei pursed her lips and turned her gaze to him again.

Sharp pains came from all over the body, especially in the arms and neck.

Yan Chuxue's body gradually twisted in his eyes, like a melting oil painting, with light blue threads entwined around it and connected to somewhere.

Feng Zhibei looked along the silk thread and suddenly paused.

The end of the light blue thread was connected to the ring finger of his right hand.

Yan Chuxue's cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked a little embarrassed and annoyed. She covered his eyes again, "Don't look!"

The whole bedroom was silent.

"What have you been doing lately?"

Feng Zhibei asked first.

Yan Chuxue was stunned and answered subconsciously: "I'm trying to find a balance."

After he finished speaking, he felt that his words were a bit incoherent, so he snapped his fingers, and a cluster of dark blue flames appeared out of thin air, constantly changing in the air.

"The experiment has been stagnant, and several labs are under immense pressure. Min Zhichun and Jin Yu, who are leading the project, have also been affected..."

Yan Chuxue sneered, "That group of people... they claim to be following the progress of the higher life forms in the universe, constantly learning and evolving, but it seems that their initial path was not correct."

The flame took the shape of a monkey, waving its long arms in the air, then slowly straightened up and its shape changed.

The blue flames also illuminated some of the surrounding objects blue. Finally, the fire monkey walked upright with tools in his hands.

It evolved from apes to humans.

"Besides, it's still unclear who is more advanced, us or humans. Experimenting, experimenting endlessly, constantly overdrawing our attributes to experiment, is this really right?"

Yan Chuxue's crimson eyes reflected the blue flames as she murmured.

After a few seconds, he reached out and extinguished the flames in the air.

Feng Zhibei didn't know how to answer him.

For him, who had already experienced being thrown into the human world and entering a death game, no matter which answer he gave, it would be inappropriate.

In the end, he said nothing and sighed.

"Why worry so much about your future? Just die when it's time to die. Why are you so anxious? And..."

"The main problem is that they can't read. Even if my attributes are strong, what's the use? They're a bunch of guys who can't understand human language."

Feng Zhibei recalled the scene where those non-human creatures lined up in a row, waiting for him to explain the future.

"You will be killed by your immediate superior in the future."

At that time, he had no expression on his face and spoke calmly to a three-legged creature.

The three-legged creature didn't answer for a long time. Just when Feng Zhibei was wondering if he was too cruel, he heard a weak voice coming from below.

"I'm sorry... I don't understand. Could you explain it again?"

A crack appeared on Feng Zhibei's expression, "..."

In the end, they could only help these creatures understand in a way that was easy for the human world to understand.

For example, through some short videos...

Yan Chuxue pushed the spoon to Feng Zhibei's mouth, interrupting his recollection, "Be good, eat. We still have to go to the lab later."

Feng Zhibei: "I don't want to eat, take me directly to the lab."

Yan Chuxue and he were in a stalemate for a while, but she finally put the spoon down and raised her hand to touch his neck, her eyes dark and unclear, "Does it still hurt?"

"pain."

But pain is what it feels like to be alive.

Feng Zhibei closed his eyes and controlled his attributes according to the method he remembered. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were slightly darker, somewhat different from his previous light eyes.

His attributes in the game have actually always been in use, but his attributes have been suppressed in the game.

This was a function developed later by Yan Chuxue, and it was only for him.

The nature of commentary is a double-edged sword. When you cannot see the future of certain people clearly, it will backfire on you.

Yan Chuxue knew his personality. Although he was usually gentle and always smiled at everyone, he could be overly stubborn in some aspects.

He put away the dishes in silence and took him to the laboratory.

Feng Zhibei got into his car and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Yan Chuxue had a car, a pure black sedan that was made to imitate human vehicles. It was later burned in the fire accident.

In the Happy University copy, the car that Ji Ling was driving was the one that was burned.

Now that the car is in my hands, I naturally don’t need to ride a motorcycle to get some fresh air.

The Garden Street in the game is always shrouded in fog, and the surrounding buildings cannot be seen clearly. But now, in Garden Street, shadows can be vaguely seen moving in the villas around it.

When passing by one of the villas, a young woman was spinning around with a little boy in her arms.

Feng Zhibei recognized them as He Xinmei and He Yutong.

He rubbed his temples and understood Yan Chuxue's helplessness after regaining her memory during the game.

It feels like peeping into someone else's life, stealing his feelings and memories, occupying his body, and becoming himself.

Very amazing.

Yan Chuxue drives very steadily, and Feng Zhibei knows that this is a skill he has acquired after living with her.

He was originally a speed racing enthusiast, but ever since Feng Zhibei vomited right after getting out of the car one time, he never drove fast again.

And this guy actually got a small motorcycle behind his back.

Feng Zhibei found it quite interesting.

He still didn't know what Yan Chuxue had experienced in the game. He could only come to a somewhat terrifying conclusion based on what he had seen with his attributes.

Yan Chuxue died more than once in the game.

Feng Zhibei blinked and subconsciously touched his ear. When he felt it was smooth, he suddenly realized that he did not have any ear piercings.

The ear bridge on his ear was later caused by him making a scene in the laboratory. In the small laboratory rest area, Yan Chuxue pinched his ear and nailed it shut with a hole punch.

The scenery outside the window kept changing. Feng Zhibei glanced at Yan Chuxue who was driving and thought: I'll settle the score with you after I get out.

Now, he has old friends to meet.

The laboratory is at the very end of Garden Street. The pure white building gives people a calm feeling.

At the door, a young man wearing a mask and a white gown stood at the door, his upturned eyes curved.

Yan Chuxue honked twice as a greeting. After dropping him off, she went around to the back of the building to park.

Feng Zhibei got out of the car with a subtle smile on his face, which looked very strange.

Those who know him well know that this is the expression on his face when he wants to settle a score with someone.

"...Why did you ask me to come over? Why didn't I know you were such a good pretender back then?"

The other person blinked, "You remembered everything so quickly?"

"Yeah... I can't stand your good boy tormenting me in the game every day. I bumped my head and I remembered it."

Feng Zhibei moved his wrist, his eyes gradually faded, and he looked at B-367 in front of him.

The other person's body was wrapped in a strange red color, and the color continued to meander into the white building.

Feng Zhibei knew that the end of this red was Ji Ling.

He stared at it for a while longer, "Are you... using your attributes again?"

B-367's properties are extremely special. He can travel through time to the past and deduce the direction of the future.

But this is actually useless because the present is a kind of future with respect to the past, and the present cannot be changed.

This attribute can only make people feel disgusted - there are so many better options in front of them, but they chose the worst one, which led to the miserable life now.

Everyone in the lab recognized that this was a disgusting property, so he didn't use it often. He just stayed in the lab, working with the culture dishes and embryos.

"Now that you remember everything, why are you still calling me by that name?"

B-367's face was covered by a mask, so his expression couldn't be seen. "...I did use my attributes, but this might be the last time I use them."

Feng Zhibei looked up suddenly, as if realizing something.

B-367's future was dark, so dark that he couldn't see clearly. He originally thought that it would be like Yan Chuxue, unable to be explained.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

"Call me Brother Bei again. I'm sorry for putting you through this journey. It will be over soon."

B-367 took a few steps forward and put his arm on Feng Zhibei's shoulder, as if wanting to give him a hug.

Feng Zhibei was silent for a long time, but finally hugged him.

"Brother Bei."

A hoarse and weak voice came out of his throat, a little stiff.

He hasn't called out this name for a long time.

"Xiaozhi, it will be over soon. There will be no more games and experiments, and we will all be free."

Feng Zhibei suddenly paused.

The real way to log out of the game is to enter the background and implant the chip into the system.

It's difficult, but not impossible.

This is an extremely difficult war, and the backstage is not so easy to access. Ji Ling knows their plan more or less and will definitely be on guard.

"What the hell is going on with you right now? Where is this place?"

Feng Zhibei let go of him and asked.

B-367, or Brother Bei, motioned for him to follow him into the laboratory building. "Don't worry about Yan Chuxue for now. I'll send him a message and ask him to go in through the back door first and help Jin Yu with some work."

Feng Zhibei narrowed his eyes. Brother Bei noticed his little movement and patted his back soothingly.

"Don't be afraid, it's safe here."

"This isn't a game, nor is it reality... This is my wormhole."

The interior of the experimental building is also pure white, almost the same as the background of the game.

In fact, the game backend was transformed from a part of the laboratory.

"Wormholes are truly magical. Not only can they allow people to temporarily escape from the game, they can also allow us to escape from reality..."

Brother Bei took him to a laboratory on the left. Feng Zhibei knew that this was where Ji Ling was trained.

"We are creatures living in the future... Ever since you were sent down to Earth, I have been trying to find the truth."

At the end of the laboratory, a mass of flesh that was beginning to take a human shape was floating in light blue liquid.

"I went into the past many times, and later found a way for anyone to go into the past, that is, a wormhole."

He put his hand on the glass wall. The little Ji Ling in the water seemed to be disturbed and swam back and forth several times.

"This is the past time. I found a way to remove the Wilderness's permissions. This way, we can talk about logging out of the game and... the process of destroying Ji Ling."

When Feng Zhibei heard the second half of the sentence, he looked up at the ball of flesh swimming in the water.

Ji Ling is now just a lump of meat, and he has no idea that two people who have sneaked from the future to the past are planning to kill him.

The meat ball gurgled out a string of bubbles, stretched its body, and remained motionless for a long time, as if it had fallen asleep.

Threads were entwined around it, each one leading to destruction.

Feng Zhibei closed his eyes, his eyeballs trembled, and when he opened them again, his eyes had returned to their normal dark color.

"What exactly happened to you on Earth? Yan Chuxue didn't have time to tell us before Ji Ling threw her into the game... Later, everyone else was also thrown into the game, leaving me alone."

What on earth happened...?

Feng Zhibei shifted his gaze from the mass of flesh in the liquid and put his hand into the side pocket of his clothes.

The hard, small bone lay at the deepest part, held in his hand.

-

Feng family’s backyard, artificial lake.

Feng Zhibei was just about to take a walk on the lake.

The Feng family's artificial lake is very large, and there is an antique pavilion on the lake. He often takes advantage of the fact that the elders of the Feng family are not at home to row a boat alone to the pavilion and sit for a while.

But today, as soon as he got on the boat, he felt something was wrong.

The lake was shrouded in mist in the early morning, and the sound of birdsong could be heard from afar.

The humidity was so high that a few drops of water instantly formed on his face and slid down his smooth skin.

He was paddling the boat when he suddenly felt a rush of anxiety.

My heart was beating violently, as if foreshadowing that something bad was about to happen.

Feng Zhibei was much bolder when he was young than he is now. His light-colored eyes looked towards the center of the lake.

A figure was faintly swaying in the antique pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Feng Zhibei thought that it was someone from the Feng family on the lake. Just as he was about to turn the boat around and leave the artificial lake, he heard a vague voice coming from the lake.

"...I said, after the experiment is over and the game is finished, I won't go back. Now I just want to raise Xiaozhi well and let him live comfortably here for the rest of his life..."

He paused with his hand holding the oar, and squinted at the pavilion shrouded in mist.

This is Yan Chuxue's voice.

At that time, Yan Chuxue was still called Yan Jingming, and he was his nominal teacher. Today was a rest day, and Yan Jingming should not have come, let alone appear on the artificial lake.

Feng Zhibei hesitated for a while, really curious about what his teacher was doing, so he rowed the boat again, took a route with heavier fog, and headed towards the antique pavilion in the artificial lake.

The further he went, the more obvious the bad feeling became. He always felt that what happened next would have a great impact on him, but he couldn't help but be curious.

The air in the early morning was a little cold, the breath I exhaled was white, and my ears were frozen and uncomfortable.

The boat was sinking more and more, sinking abnormally, making it difficult to drive. But he seemed not to notice, staring straight at the figure on the antique pavilion. Even though his arms were so sore that he could hardly lift them, he did not give up and kept rowing forward.

The water was rippling, and suddenly a few petals floated across the lake, swaying with the ripples.

He felt a strange tingling sensation in his neck and arms, but he paid no attention to it, nor did he notice the unusual petals on the lake's surface. He simply paddled towards the center like a possessed man.

As they got closer to the antique pavilion, the figure gradually became clearer. A tall man with black hair was facing away from him, holding the phone tightly to his ear, as if talking about something.

"An experiment... I know it's an experiment, but you can't ask me to have no feelings for him. I can't do it."

"He is my bone, a part of my body. I can't kill him. What's the difference between killing him and killing myself?"

"...You can kill your people, but I can't. I'm not you."

Feng Zhibei's hand that was rowing paused, and he looked at the man in the pavilion with some confusion.

What experiment...what murder?

Who does Yan Jingming want to kill?

The other party's voice was very serious, and didn't sound like a joke. Feng Zhibei instantly thought of all kinds of horrible situations. His palms were covered with sweat, sticky, and a little uncomfortable.

He carefully stopped the boat not far away and listened attentively.

Yan Jingming's voice suddenly rose. "I've already told you, we're just one step away from developing the experimental game. What do you want to do by forcing me to kill him now?"

"...It's your ridiculous ethics again. I've had enough. Don't you feel sorry for those dead experimental subjects? Jin Yu! Can you please stop making irresponsible decisions? The wilderness is the result of the hard work of all of us. Xiaozhi and I have already sacrificed a lot. Xiaozhi has never had a single day of good sleep since he was born. Don't I feel bad for him when I see all the injuries on his body?!"

"Everyone has sacrificed. Isn't Ji Ling pitiful? He'll be tied to the program for the rest of his life. Min Zhichun hasn't been able to grow yet because of an experimental accident. He's only this big. Everyone has sacrificed, not just you..."

His voice gradually faded and eventually fell silent.

Feng Zhibei couldn't help but scratch the palm of his hand with his fingernails.

He heard his name, but...

What is going on?

After a while, Yan Jingming spoke again, his tone much calmer, "Don't mention this matter again, and don't tell Yan Beiming. I have a good temper, and he doesn't have my good temper."

Feng Zhibei sat in the boat, listening to several unfamiliar names coming out of Yan Jingming's mouth, and suddenly felt his temples jump, as if a vague gaze was locked on him.

He turned around suddenly, but the fog was so thick that he couldn't see clearly whether there was anyone around.

"I told you, he doesn't train so many experimental subjects every day just for you to kill for fun," Yan Jingming said with some anger. "They are higher life forms like us, not small animals that can be thrown away casually... Yes, Feng Zhibei is the first experimental subject to be promoted to a regular, but that doesn't mean he will be the last. There will be more talented experimental subjects born in the future. You must change your mindset..."

The fog around him became heavier, making it difficult for Feng Zhibei to breathe. He covered his mouth and nose with his hands, trying to make himself feel better.

He stared at Yan Jingming in the antique pavilion, and suddenly, a crisp bell rang.

Feng Zhibei trembled all over, not caring about anything else, and hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket.

The caller ID showed it was his father.

Yan Jingming in the antique pavilion paused and looked back at the source of the sound.

He was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, his eyes locked on the young man on the boat in the fog, with an expression of being at a loss, but he quickly restrained himself.

He whispered into the phone, "Something happened to me here, let's talk later."

Then take the phone away from your ear and turn off the screen.

Feng Zhibei had just turned the phone to silent mode when he looked up and saw that Yan Jingming had gone from having his back to him to facing him. His face could not be seen clearly in the fog.

He shuddered all over.

Teacher Yan’s eyes...why did they turn red?

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while. Finally, Yan Jingming raised the phone again in front of him, lowered his head and typed a few words.

Feng Zhibei's phone screen lit up.

【Yan: Come here, pick me up】

[Yan: I don’t have a boat and I’m trapped here. Come and save your teacher’s life.]

[Yan: Okay, you’re the best.]

Feng Zhibei looked at the two messages that popped up in the chat box on her phone, hesitated for a moment, and out of trust in Yan Jingming, rowed the boat to the pavilion.

Yan Jingming pushed his glasses, the redness in his eyes disappeared, and he stepped onto the boat with his long legs.

The boat sank several degrees in an instant.

"Why do you think of rowing at this time?"

He touched Feng Zhibei's head and took the oar.

Feng Zhibei sat obediently in the boat, watching the other party rowing with ease. "There's no one in the yard today, so it's a good time to get out and move around...you..."

He observed Yan Jingming's reaction, "How did you get to the pavilion before? And..."

Yan Jingming continued rowing, "What did you hear?"

His voice made Feng Zhibei tremble for no reason, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He swallowed the question he wanted to ask and tried to maintain a steady tone, "I know you were on the phone, but you were too far away and I couldn't hear you clearly. I thought I would come over after you finished your call..."

He forced a smile, even though the other person had his back to him and couldn't see. "Am I being considerate? Be good! ...By the way, weren't you supposed to be off today? Why are you here again?"

Yan Jingming's shoulders stiffened, but soon relaxed. "Your father wants to talk to me about something. Please wait for me in the study. I have to go there later."

Feng Zhibei was confused again.

He had clearly checked before leaving and found that there was no one else in the house except the servants.

He also remembered that his cheap father had clearly driven out in the morning and had not returned until he reached the lake.

Both of them had something on their minds. After getting off the boat, they said goodbye to each other and walked in two different directions.

Feng Zhibei was about to return to his bedroom, while Yan Jingming went to find the patriarch of the Feng family.

The fog on the lake has dissipated a lot, and the inexplicable cold air just now has also disappeared.

The warm sunlight shines on my body, dispelling the previous dampness.

Feng Zhibei returned to the bedroom alone, locked the door, and collapsed on the bed.

Yan Jingming was very serious at the time, so what he said in this state should not be false...

Until he took a shower at night, the warm water flowed over his body, and he closed his eyes and felt the water pouring over his head.

He decided to keep the matter to himself.

Feng Zhibei had just come out of the bathroom when she heard the phone ringing on the bedside table.

He wiped his wet hair with a towel and answered the call with half-open eyes.

"Come over later. I need you for something."

It's his father.

Feng Zhibei was too lazy to talk to him any more, so she just agreed casually and hung up the phone.

But he didn't expect that this night would be the end of his boyhood.

That night was truly chaotic. Feng Zhibei was entangled in the study by several monsters that should not exist in the world. His so-called father was sitting on a chair, his body melting into pulp, and several eyes were staring at him at the same time.

"I'm sorry... I'm just following orders. The experiment is only one step away, so I have to do this."

A blood-red mouth opened in the middle of the unknown creature's body, revealing two rows of teeth.

Feng Zhibei's pupils dilated and tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes.

His eyes grew even paler, and several threads appeared in his field of vision, entangling the creature opposite him.

The dim light, the smell of blood in the air, tears and hoarse voices made up all Feng Zhibei's memories of that night.

Since that day, he has been crazy for a long time, and his memories of that period are all confused.

When he recovered a little a few years later, he could not remember anything about that night.

Everyone said that he was sick and would get better by taking medicine, but he never listened and all the medicine sent to him went down the drain.

He doesn't trust his family.

However, this crazy state also brought some benefits to Feng Zhibei.

When he was alone, he often had hallucinations.

Silk threads of various colors were wrapped around everyone's body. Sometimes, in the blink of an eye, you would see the brain of the person passing by bursting, and blood flowing all over the ground, but when you closed your eyes and opened them again, the scene in your vision returned to normal.

He painted everything he saw, causing a sensation in the art world both at home and abroad.

Feng Zhibei had already entered the public eye when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, and had won some highly recognized awards. Just when everyone thought that such a rising star in the art world was about to rise, he disappeared and did not appear for many years.

Everyone once thought that this was another story about the loss of Zhongyong, but unexpectedly, he appeared again with a work with a style completely different from before, shocking everyone as the mentally ill illegitimate son of the Feng family.

After seeing his works over the years, people suddenly realized: he is not Zhongyong, he is Dali.

Weird, bizarre, shocking, surreal, and futuristic, this is how people describe his works.

Everyone was praising this underage genius. Not only did he have extraordinary talent and inspiration, but he also had a face that was so delicate it didn't seem real. He looked like a fragile angel who had fallen into the mortal world.

The most important thing is that such a perfect boy is actually the illegitimate son of a wealthy family and is sick.

Everyone sighed, saying that maybe he was too perfect and God had to take something away from him to feel at ease.

It is normal for artists to have mental illnesses. In various leaked videos and other people's comments, Feng Zhibei is kind and friendly, has a quick mind, and has no difficulty communicating with others.

He even looks more normal than many normal people, and is not the crazy psychopath that everyone imagines.

Everyone loved him even more.

But no one knew that Feng Zhibei had to take sleeping pills every night just to fall asleep, and sometimes he even couldn't sleep the whole night, staring at the sky outside the window until the sun rose.

He hated the night, and only when he was bathed in the warm sunlight could he feel at ease.

Later, this situation even evolved to the point where I could only fall asleep during the day and could not fall asleep at night, no matter how many sleeping pills I took.

Due to the long-term reversal of day and night, Feng Zhibei's personality gradually became split. He had cursed almost everyone in the Feng family in person, but to the outside world he still maintained the appearance of a tough genius.

Sometimes when night falls, he sits on the windowsill and looks at the garden downstairs, and thinks of the teacher who briefly appeared in his life during his youth.

Yan Jingming seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth and never appeared again, as if everything was just a dream of his, and now that he was awake, he had to face the world alone.

It was not until the media began to make a big fuss about his academic qualifications that the Feng family realized that Feng Zhibei had been staying at home since he barely graduated from junior high school.

The Feng family was too lazy to put any effort into him, so they threw him into a private boarding high school to shut the media up.

The management of private high schools was not strict, and Feng Zhibei often sneaked out to make plans for the future.

He must escape from the Feng family.

That winter when he became an adult, Feng Zhibei secretly climbed over the school wall and never returned there.

Ever since he fell ill, the Feng family paid almost no attention to him. He had secretly asked someone to use the money he earned from his drawings to buy a cheaper second-hand house. He took advantage of his absence from school to simply decorate the house so that it was barely habitable.

Feng Zhibei was packing things in the room when he suddenly felt something hard in the pocket of his school uniform.

He took the object out and held it up to the light for a closer look.

It was a crystal clear bone.

Feng Zhibei looked at it for a while, then for some unknown reason put it into his mouth and took a light bite.

“Crunch.”

He was stunned. He didn't expect that the seemingly hard bones could be easily bitten into pieces. Then, a sharp pain surged to his temples.

…

"Later... I went back to the lab and scared them all to death."

Feng Zhibei chuckled. "I think I cursed a few of those debuggers who pretended to be members of the Feng family to death. That's why they didn't dare touch me. After that, he didn't have a good time in the human world and wanted me to help him, but I didn't."

He looked coldly at the reawakened flesh mass, "I'm not such a saint. I will pay back many times over all those who have hurt me."

The corners of Yan Beiming's mouth curled up slightly, and he remembered something, "Oh, by the way, I borrowed your face before, I'm sorry..."

"The situation was quite chaotic at the time. Not only were you crazy, but everyone else was also crazy. Ji Ling was pestering me every day. You were the only one not in the lab, so I could only use your face to hide from him."

His expression gradually became restrained and his eyes drooped.

"I didn't know he was planning to throw all of us into the game...even earlier, I didn't know anything..."

"Yan Chuxue was the first one he threw into the game, followed by the others. He didn't want to throw me into the game too, after all, he was the child he nurtured with my heart."

Yan Beiming smiled bitterly.

"When he found out I had changed my face to look like yours, he was so mad that he threw me in too."

Feng Zhibei thought about it and unexpectedly understood Ji Ling's approach.

Being born as a tool and not being recognized for a long time will indeed make people do things that ordinary people can't imagine.

"But how did he get the wilderness authority? I remember Yan Chuxue told me that each of you has some authority. It's impossible for him to get it all at once, right?"

Feng Zhibei looked at the meat ball in the glass container again. Bubbles kept coming out from the bottom of the container, making a gurgling sound.

This is to supplement the nutrition of the meat ball.

He snorted coldly, "How dare Ji Ling? Doesn't he know what he grew up on? How dare he do such a thing to Yan Chuxue..."

Feng Zhibei didn't know what Yan Chuxue had experienced in the game, but considering what he had heard from her before, "being dismembered alive", and the brief glimpse of her future, he thought of it.

He took a deep breath and calmed down his desire to fish out the unformed meat ball inside.

Yan Beiming was tired of standing, so he squatted under the container and looked up at the continuously flowing light blue liquid.

"He... probably didn't know what to do either. He only came to find me when you entered the second dungeon and said he wanted to take me away."

He was a little absent-minded. "I've always wondered if we've been educating these children wrong. Some of their ideas really make me wonder what to do. He Yutong was the best behaved of you, but after you left, he came to me one day and asked if he would have to be separated from his sister."

"I said, 'It depends on the choice you and your sister make.' But he said something later that I still remember to this day. He said that if he had to die one day, he hoped to give his stomach to He Xinmei so that she could eat it."

Feng Zhibei was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.

He Yutong was raised by He Xinmei using her stomach. He once said that because it was her stomach, his brain didn't work very well, but his body was very strong.

Although Feng Zhibei never understood He Yutong's train of thought.

Yan Beiming raised a hand and covered his face. "Our ideas are distorted to begin with. Who would use a child they'd grown from their own body for experiments? But as long as those old guys up there are still alive, this kind of thinking won't go away."

Feng Zhibei's hand paused behind his back for a long time, but did not fall.

"Ji Ling told me back then that after he started his experiment, he would definitely create a perfect world where everyone could live happily, free from worldly control and concern... But who are we, exactly? We emerged from some corner of the universe, were drawn to the blue planet, and evolved along with humanity. Now, is this path really suitable for us?"

He sighed.

"Before throwing me into the game, Ji Ling told me that the predetermined future cannot be changed. He can only help us choose when to die, which can be considered a kind of relief."

Everyone is in pain, but they can't find the source. They want to change the status quo, but when they wake up, they find their hands are covered in blood and they have fallen into another level of hell.

Feng Zhibei frowned and remained silent for a while, then suddenly spoke.

“The future is not unchangeable.”

Yan Beiming looked up in surprise.

"You're not even living well now, so what's the point of thinking about the future?" He scoffed. "Ji Ling is just finding an excuse to escape. How can there be a future that can't be changed?"

Feng Zhibei took out the transparent bone from his pocket and looked at it under the incandescent light.

The bones scattered tiny rays of light, which were projected onto the white floor, forming layers of patterns.

"If the future really couldn't be changed, I should be lying at the bottom of the water rotting to death instead of standing in front of you now."

He slowly turned the bone, and the pattern under his feet changed, eventually forming a special shape.

It's a rose.

"And... I've already met someone who can escape from the future."

The author has something to say:

Thank you everyone (bow)

I will make up for the rest of the weekdays on the weekends!! I have a strong sense of self-management (holding my own dog leash) (the dog leash makes a rattling sound)