Cold, white flames clung to the planet, burning fiercely.
The universe, in a state of increasing entropy, is constantly aging, collapsing, and being reborn.
Indescribable colorful particles formed clusters of nebulae.
Beneath this desolate starry sky, he sat alone on a throne formed of black mist tentacles.
No, that's not right.
Alone in this universe, Gu Xinghe realized that something was wrong.
It shouldn't be this quiet around him.
However, just as this thought crossed his mind, a series of songs suddenly emanated from the originally desolate and silent starry sky.
It was as if this space was meant to demonstrate its absolute obedience to his will.
That was a hymn praising the "miracle" he had created.
When the magnificent music resounded in this beautiful universe, it conveyed an even greater sense of vastness and depth.
The singing should have brought him joy, but Gu Xinghe felt no corresponding emotion.
He became aware of his relationship with these eulogists.
It shouldn't be this kind of manipulation where he can arbitrarily move the puppet strings simply by moving his fingers.
There should be a closer connection between them.
He began to resist this space, and the thought of leaving arose countless times in his mind.
However, no longer as utterly compliant as before, the starry sky now seemed to completely ignore his demands.
So Gu Xinghe began to lift his arm from the armrest of the throne.
Black, sticky fluid threads were attached to his arm; they were unidentified black substances pulled from his body.
"Tap—tap—tap—"
It resembles a swamp, a mud pit, or the black viscous substance formed after bright red blood has dried.
Gu Xinghe stepped down from the black throne and walked step by step under the starry sky.
He wasn't moving forward on human feet; countless sticky tentacles surrounded and enveloped him.
This allowed him to roam freely in this space, constantly moving towards his destination.
Like a solitary traveler who has wandered alone for hundreds of years under the boundless starry sky.
Gu Xinghe sensed that his consciousness was becoming increasingly scattered, as if he was about to completely merge with this starry sky.
As an "observer" who can no longer intervene or change anything, he observes the development, decay, and rebirth of this universe alone.
But just as he was about to completely transform into the ethereal will of this starry sky.
Gu Xinghe felt his scattered consciousness, which seemed to be turning into a wind without substance, being stabilized.
It's like a ship adrift at sea having an anchor point to hold it in place.
Then, Gu Xinghe realized that his consciousness seemed to no longer be drifting away.
When his consciousness returned, Gu Xinghe found himself in the small restaurant of Rose Castle.
He was having dinner with his companions.
At this moment, he realized that his hand holding the cutlery had been frozen for quite some time.
He noticed the worry in his companions' eyes as they looked at him.
Despite witnessing such a heartwarming scene, Gu Xinghe found it difficult to stir up any emotions.
He wearily realized he should do something, but his body was like a machine whose insensitivity had been infinitely amplified, unable to respond.
But soon, the atmosphere in the restaurant became pleasant again.
It was a harmonious scene created in the hope that he would be happier.
Having felt this warmth for the first time in a long time, Gu Xinghe decided to take a big gamble.
So, he severed the last vestiges of his humanity.
Using the seemingly omnipotent starry universe as his foundation, he created a dream world.
This is the dream He enters after He falls into a deep sleep; it is also the real and existing world.
In this world, his humanity will remain the same as when he first came into this world.
Retrace the path he once walked.
He will become His anchor, His pillar, and the new "variable" and "miracle".
This is not a meaningless cycle of time, but a journey of self-redemption in an attempt to return to the starting point.
"We will all be here waiting for you to come back."
When Gu Xinghe heard these words from his companions.
In a daze, he felt as if he had heard the exact same words somewhere before.
Perhaps, that will happen in the near future, when his human consciousness returns to this body.
He heard the blessings from his companions again.
As he closed his eyes, Gu Xinghe heard that familiar hymn again—it was Alice humming a ballad.
It was not as grand and magnificent as what he had heard in that desolate starry universe.
But her singing voice was like a gentle breeze that traveled through the forest, across the ocean, and finally lingered around him.
Like the most beautiful lullaby in this universe.
Gu Xinghe felt his thoughts sinking deeper and deeper—
From the vast, azure shallows to the silent, lightless depths.
He needs countless anchors, endless humanity, and infinite miracles to pull Him back to shore.
As he fell into a deep slumber, Gu Xinghe decided to give his past self a small, shocking experience of time travel—
First, add a "easy difficulty" setting to your game system.
Then, add a touch of "everyday life" to his story.
His own story is thrilling enough; let his past self try another possibility on this path.
Enjoy the simple yet heartwarming everyday moments.
Suddenly, Gu Xinghe, who was "adding ingredients" to his future life, stopped.
Oops.
Having not experienced emotional fluctuations for a long time, He suddenly felt some negative emotions.
The "easy difficulty" and "everyday" were just mentioned, but He didn't seem to have much sense of proportion in His actions.
It seems like they didn't control the portion size well and added too much.
At this moment, Gu Xinghe felt like a lab assistant who had accidentally messed up the reagent ratio.
Fortunately, by sheer luck, the experimental results were perfectly reproduced.
But that's alright. After the first two such trials, Gu Xinghe believed that his operation had become quite proficient.
So, in the end, He once again added basic code to this dream world, just like a programmer—
He gave Eiffel, who had always been just a puppet, a chance and a miracle.
Then, He added a touch of "rebirth" to the consciousness of His companions who entered the dream world.
After doing all this, He finally stopped all His movements, feeling utterly powerless.
Then He fell into this long slumber that He had designed Himself.
When he awoke, Gu Xinghe believed that they would eventually reunite.
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