Reality, a private house in an unknown province or city.

A burly man woke up from a squeaking spring bed. Hearing the teeth-grinding sound of the iron rings rubbing against each other beneath him, he punched the bedside as soon as he opened his eyes.

“Boom—Boom—”

The bed collapsed. After being subjected to the sudden force, this long-worn spring bed finally ended its miserable life of bearing weight.

"Fuck, why on earth do I have to sleep on this crappy bed all the time?"

He stood up angrily, picked up the rotten bed board and threw it downstairs.

With a loud bang, the bed board fell on a shed built by someone, raising a cloud of dust several meters high.

"Which bastard did this to me? I just built a chive shed! Ah!! You bastard, I'm going to kill you!!"

The sturdy man turned a deaf ear to the scolding from downstairs and continued to scan the various old furniture in this old and dilapidated house with an irritated gaze.

"Fuck, they've all been changed! I'm almost dead, why should I continue to suffer? Fuck!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He punched the sofa in front of him, broke it, kicked the coffee table at his feet, and then threw the "garbage" downstairs again amid the curses from downstairs.

This not only ignited the anger of the people downstairs, but also ignited the passion for gossip among the neighbors.

"I saw it, 1406 threw it, brother, if I were you, I would just pray and get him!"

"1406? Song Yi? Impossible. I know this guy. He is very nostalgic. Although this place is not his home, these old furniture were passed down from his parents. He also told me that he prayed for them and got them back. How could he have thrown them away?"

"Are you sure? I think we have to throw down this TV cabinet too."

“Boom—boom—”

"Ah... is this a stimulus?"

"Who knows, maybe he was possessed by someone else, tsk."

...

Reality: an archive room in an unknown province or city.

A thin young man woke up on a long table and started laughing as soon as he opened his eyes.

He rolled around on the long table laughing until tears came out and he was out of strength to laugh. He then stopped and looked at the room full of archival materials with a crazy look in his eyes.

“Wonderful, so wonderful!

When I can be remembered by history, I will truly become a historian!

Hahahaha, hahahaha, the more profound the history, the dazzlinger the light it should emit!

Burn it, and let these unknown documents become a piece of history again, a piece of history that is more exciting than being unknown!"

As he spoke, the crazy young man took out a torch, lit it, and threw it into the mountain of files.

The fire raged up, violently devouring the words on the pages, just as the past history was swept into the long river of time and pushed by the surging waves into the unknown deep sea.

“The guy next door who studies history died?

I don't know which madman has snatched the place away...

What a pity! All that information was burned in a fire.

It would be good to sell it to the historical school, and you can get a lot of things in exchange, ah."

...

Reality, a street in an unknown province or city.

Since Yu Gui passed the customs, he has been sitting in a telephone booth on the street without moving.

This situation lasted for a long time, so long that the neighbors almost thought that this believer in "Death" who once existed on the street had probably dedicated himself to his benefactor.

However, Yu Gui did not die. He just suddenly felt that he seemed out of tune with this world. He felt that the "Faith Game" was a very scary thing. He felt that walking on the edge of death and tiptoeing on the tightrope of dedicating himself and others was an extremely frightening thing.

So, he locked himself up.

It seemed that hiding in this small telephone booth could isolate me from these fears and completely sever ties with this incomprehensible world.

But after staying there for a long time, all kinds of suspicious noises began to be heard on the street.

"Alas, why did that little assassin of [Death] die? His score was quite high, what a pity."

"What a pity? Didn't get to sleep?"

"Yeah, he was such a sunny, cheerful, handsome boy. I had been flirting with him for several days and it seemed like we were about to succeed, but in the end, alas, I lost my love again."

"You have a wide range of loves, then."

"At the end of the world, let's love each other."

"......"

After hearing these words, the little assassin hugged himself helplessly again.

The world outside is so scary.

...

Reality, a mountainous area in an unknown province or city.

Wei Youxue is a true bard, because he not only records all the "beautiful" things in the trial, but also devoutly searches for various interesting stories in the long river of time, even in reality.

He is a plate traveler.

This is a new profession that emerged after the advent of the [Game of Faith]. It is very popular, but there are few people engaged in it.

Because the Plate Travelers, as their name suggests, need to constantly travel through the fragments of reality divided by the Gods, and what they always do is deal with all kinds of people.

It is important to know that it is impossible to travel freely in the fragmented space that is clearly divided and has its own affiliation as before the advent of the Gods, so the plate travelers will constantly negotiate with the players in each space in order to pass through and continue their journey.

This is a very difficult process because you never know which player will reject you one day and you will be stuck halfway with no way out.

You never know which player is a hypocritical good person, waiting for you to pass by and take advantage of the opportunity to kill you, or even just kill you directly.

But there are still people who like this profession. There is never a shortage of people who dare to take risks in this world, and Wei Youxue happens to be one of them.

He was originally trapped here because of a high-priced negotiation with an adjacent space, but after waking up this time, he agreed to the other party's offer without even thinking about it.

Such a decisive attitude made the neighbor who "intercepted the road" a little suspicious.

"Mr. Wei, you seem like a different person now. If you had been so generous earlier, would you have wasted half a month with me?

Are you harboring a grudge and wanting to take this opportunity to kill me?

I tell you that I am more than 200 points higher than you. Even if I let you come over, you will be the one to die. Aren’t you afraid?

No, that's not right, you must have got something that can kill me, I definitely can't agree to it unless you add..."

"I'll add it!"

"???" The neighbor was stunned, "No, do you really want to kill me?"

He looked at Wei Youxue in doubt and kept looking at him as he retreated: "Are you not living a good life?"

"Living?" Wei Youxue laughed. "Living is not as important as passing through. If I can't see new scenery, what's the difference between me and death?"

“No, there’s something wrong with you, I don’t agree, go find Lao Sun, you’ve changed.

It's getting too scary, I'm afraid you'll get so pissed off that you'll want to kill me."

"...Well, we'll meet again if we're lucky."

"Oh, if you really want to go, add a little more, I will definitely let you pass."

...