[“On the road” and “process” are everything, because human beings are born to go to death. Compared with the short life span of human beings, the vastness of the universe is so vast that it is impossible to see the moment when the stone is pushed to the top of the mountain in a lifetime. Therefore, human beings are good at using absurdity to hedge against absurdity, using boredom to mock boredom, and using repetition to implement repetition.”]
【After listening to this, Su Mingan said: "So, Sisyphus just did what every one of us has been doing all along - looking for meaning in a meaningless life, fabricating non-existent happiness and naming it happiness."】
[“But that’s not happiness.”]
【“So you’re going to push the stone?” Mom laughed. 】
[“No.” Su Mingan smiled: “Mom, I was born on the top of the mountain.”]
[——I was born on the top of a mountain. ]
…
The red on the wasteland flows towards you, and you raise your head.
“Boom!”
You slowly propped up your blood-covered body, your purple hair hanging down.
Under the vast sunset, your figure is so small, and the twilight freezes your blood.
“…I won’t push the boulder.” You whispered.
“I don’t have to invent a ‘boulder’ that doesn’t exist in order to escape nothingness. Because it already exists within me.”
"The gods wanted to make Sisyphus fall into nothingness, so that he could not find happiness. But what if, for me, the definition of happiness is just 'having existed'?"
“I was born on the top of a mountain. If I have to push a rock, I push it from high to low.”
You sit on the ground, your breathing becomes weaker and weaker, and your blood flows more and more.
The gunshot wound you sustained when you escaped from the lab left you with excruciating pain. You could clearly feel your vitality slipping away, and you were about to die...
Then, you heard footsteps.
A figure stands before you, casting a shadow.
"Hmm?" the man said, "Kid, at such a young age, your desire to live and your will to die are so strong."
The man squatted down and wiped away the scars on your body with a light touch of his palm.
You opened your eyes in surprise, and this person healed all your injuries instantly.
"Who are you?" you asked.
Between the golden wheat fields, the man tilted his head, revealing a gentle face, white hair, and a pair of rabbit ears on his head: "My name is Boss Rabbit. I'm here to inspect Luowasha."
"Investigate?" You asked in surprise, "Investigate the whole world? Are you a god?"
"No." Boss Rabbit smiled and said, "I am higher than God and do not belong to your world. You can understand me as... an outsider. I belong to a game system called World Game. In the future, your world will be the last venue of the World Game."
These terms are too unfamiliar for you to understand.
…
【But “you” understood. 】
[Boss Rabbit had known for a long time that Luowasha was the last venue of the World Game, and had even visited it personally.]
…
"So." Boss Rabbit squatted down and patted your shoulder: "Little Si Que, you must not die. You must work diligently to maintain the main storyline of Luo Vasha. You will be the protagonist when you grow up."
You shook your head: "You think too much. I can't do anything except writing stories."
Boss Rabbit said: "The future of Luowasha needs talents like you!"
You are confused.
"How do you know what Rovatha will be like in the future? Can you predict it?" you said.
"Because." Boss Rabbit's voice suddenly became mechanical and stereotyped:
"Because it happened more than once."
Boss Rabbit left quickly, and apart from saving you, he didn't do anything extra.
Later, you came to a village full of golden wheat, enjoying the ordinary happiness of being a mediocre person and writing short stories to entertain yourself.
Until... you wrote a floating strawberry shortbread.
In the 150th year of the Second Era, the Creation System appeared. Science can no longer calculate the exact number.
Countless scientists jumped off tall buildings drunk and laughing, with their heads full of formulas and papers.
…
【"Sima Que Cultivation Plan"】
[Time: 150th year of the Second Era]
Age: 14
…
You begin to dream more frequently.
In your dream, you will dream of a giant tree, under which sits a white-haired young man putting sugar cubes into a teacup.
You don’t know who he is, but he will always be like a guide, answering your many questions and calling you “Mr. Magpie”.
He told you many distant things, about the prosperity and fate of civilization, and about the scenery of other worlds. Although you don't know why he appeared in your dream, you have already regarded him as your guide.
"What should I call you?" you said.
He thought for a long time before giving you an answer:
"Just call me... Mr. Lighthouse."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
