"The story is over. 'They' are still 'them', and 'everyone' is still 'everyone'. Among the seven billion people in the ruins world, only a few lucky ones have left their names, can be observed, and be remembered. And ordinary people like Xiaomei are even fewer."

"You shouldn't have this kind of confusion, the main character who always stands at the anchor of the story."

“You are always there on the stage.”

"But someone doesn't want to serve you anymore."

…

Si Que opened his eyes.

Some auditory hallucinations over the long years echoed repeatedly in his ears.

He lay in the inky black water. As far as the eye could see were rows of bookshelves floating on the ink, each filled with a variety of books, and looking up was the endless starry sky.

Here it is again.

Every time he fell asleep, he would come here. It was an empty place where he was alone. There was blue sky, black water, and endless books.

He stood up from the water, and there was a gurgling sound coming from all over his body, perhaps the sound of his internal organs flowing all over the ground. His appearance here was always incomplete, with holes and dents all over his body, like a rag doll covered with stitches.

He walked between the rows of bookshelves.

Books passed by his eyes one after another. He had read each of them countless times. His fingertips slid across the rough spines of the books, and the titles passed by his eyes... "Plants and Flowers Illustrations", "How to Make a Mechanical Puppy", "The Impact of World Games on the Post-War", "Mr. Qin and the History of the Transmission of Life Hard Drives", "The Rebirth of the God of War Dragon King: I am the Power Holder", "I Really Don't Want to Save the Old World", "Infinity: Infinite Evolution from Birth"...

Then, he paused, and the auditory hallucinations caught up with him again. The voices were male and female, old and young.

"——I don't want to, Si Que! You're taking too long. We are just ordinary people. We can't afford to wait!"

"——Professor Ran is gone too, Si Que...do we really have to continue writing..."

"——Yes! Si Que! You are the creator full of spiritual energy. The world favors you and spiritual energy surrounds you. You have enough capital to be arrogant and you also have enough time to squander, because you are always so dazzling! But have you ever thought about being wingless? Have you ever thought about Holma? Have you ever thought about crossing the bridge?"

"——Sorry, Si Que, I am just an insignificant person. Your idea is too big. I can't hold on any longer..."

"——Don't be afraid, child. You can wield your quill to your heart's content... add success to success, sing the praises of virtue, build nests for kingfishers, and embroider flowers for nightingales. I believe you can do it..."

Si Que closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The auditory hallucinations finally disappeared.

"Stop bothering me." He muttered to himself.

"Stop... pestering me."

Ten thousand books were sleeping peacefully around him. Countless bone claws stretched out from the black water, grabbing his ankles and calves, whimpering, as if they were the incarnations of countless resentful souls.

He put the book back in its place and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already escaped from the heavy dream, and before him was the reality that was within his reach.

The night was dark and the bonfire was flickering.

He stood on the land of the dead, with countless figures under his feet, the people he had called upon.

When the new master comes to power, everyone prostrates themselves in worship.

...Oh, he was about to give a speech, but maybe he was too tired, and he fell asleep after sitting for a while. Fortunately, he woke up quickly.

“——Everyone.” Si Que took half a step forward.

Everyone looked up at him.

"I am Si Que, the Great Creator of Luowasha. I think you have heard of my name. Some people call me 'Forerunner'."

"A pioneer is always a trendsetter, which means someone who is 'ahead of the curve'."

"In the First Age, the Forerunners were called Scientists. In the Second Age, the Forerunners were called the Three Primordial Gods. In the Third Age, the Forerunners were called the Rin Clan."

"However, science is dead, the predictions of the Dawn Goddess have been shattered many times, and the Rin tribe is still buried under the tree. No one has ever truly entered this temple called creation and the future."

“In this world of art and romance, our hands should touch feather pens, paints, piano keys and carving knives to draw a blueprint for the ideal country in our hearts. Sensibility and spirituality are the blood flowing in our bodies, but also the shackles that make us suffer. Because we believe, but we don’t believe firmly, we have, but we don’t have everything, we are wise, but not completely wise.”

“And now—I would like to be the pioneer.”

"I will give you sensibility, spirituality, and truth. Fight against the shallowness and absurdity of the World Tree, expose the desire and cruelty of the Lord of the End of All Things, and see through the indifference and arrogance of the Supreme Lord."

"I will give you a 'new world'."

"Or, as I prefer to call it - 'The Garden of Eden'."

"Under the protection of the Garden of Eden, we don't have to worry about the day of election five days later. There, you can choose a new life, a new path, and you can paint a blueprint for yourself until you are tired."

"Poor and respectable Lamb, can return to Eden and read the Book of the World."

When he finished speaking, people knelt on the ground. His name was so loud that even a smile could cause a stir.

"Everyone, please raise your right palms and place them on your left chest and follow me in taking the oath." Si Que placed his right palm on his left chest.

In unison, the dark crowd below the stage performed the same action.

"【I converted to Eden and followed Olivers. I no longer listened to the voice of the World Tree, no longer believed in the twenty-seven gods, and no longer praised the Supreme Lord.】"

When he opened his mouth, the voices of the people rose up.

"May all that they worship perish."

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