In some corner of the universe, there is a part of you. He doesn't know about you, and you don't know about him. You are happy. You are comfortable. Maybe there are simple problems, but you never crawled on the floor in pain. But what if another part of you in the universe suffers and almost atones for you?
You are happy but unaware of the part of you that is suffering in a corner. There is a bitter and rotten sourness in the hearts, but you do not know.
--Judgment
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The universe is endless.
On the abandoned land, a person lived.
He sighed deeply.
How did he end up in such a place?
"Ji Yun, Ji Yun..."
He whispered to himself. His black eyes should have been as bright as glass, but they were just hazy and pale.
He made fun of himself.
First he entered a strange fiction, the fiction he wrote himself! Bullshit but true. Somehow, his life had already started to suck after that, no actually, long before that.
The moment he died, he has never been at peace since losing his family in this arms business.
Then into a fictional universe where your life is played like a game. Ji Yun, his new identity.
But he never really felt alive.
Because isn't this just fiction?
He rebelled, but maybe he was just looking for death. Or waiting.
Finally. The villain of fiction died at the hands of the main character, as it should have been.
And now only here he opened his eyes.
"At least this place is real."
But this was not his own reality!
When he opened his eyes, he was inside the matte cylindrical tank. Instead of blood, chemicals were flowing from his body like ice. Fortunately, this auto-adjusted machine had done its job by automatically pumping his own blood taken from his body, some time before he woke up, to protect the body while he was asleep.
In this way.
The short, blunt hair had grown, albeit slowly.
His eyes are as quiet as death, yet so turbulent. It was like drowning in an endless abyss. It's been here for a while, but still can't get used to it.
Alone.
The great ruin could be the last human race to live on the planet.
Or other people had already left this place.
Even if the same bodies are present in other tanks, they are now dead samples.
Yun couldn't make sense of it.
Life was a journey and maybe he is the last traveler of humans. But he was not enjoying it at all. On the contrary, he was depressed and exhausted.
"I want to die"
There was no longer any hope.
It shattered, until not a speck of dust remained.
I want to die.
Again and again the last waters of the barren flowed from the fountains of dried eyes. It rolled off his face like pearls and fell to the ground.
No2 is an alternate copy of Nanren. Somehow their previous lives are their true consciousness and replica in fiction, but both parties are unaware of each other.
Until No2 appears.
And it was already a faint copy of consciousness. Maybe a mistake.
Now, the alias, who is mentioned in that fiction, is bad. He was obsessed with evil, who loved to torture to death.
But was it actually so?
He even went to death laughing so that they would not understand that he was afraid.
He chose to rebel, knowing that he would lose.
And now he was tired too.
His soul was exploited.
Doomsday has come.
And it's not even in fiction anymore.
He has no family or relatives. He was alone to death, and it was driving him more and more into depression day by day.
Every day, all she hears is her own breathing and heartbeat.
Apart from that, he is immersed in a deafening silence.
Reaching into the wasteland. He looked at the sky.
The sky visible without light pollution is more fascinating and eye-catching than computer models of the universe. But it is also quiet. It is shrouded in a frenzied calm.
All of his senses were slowly dulling as he felt his consciousness blur. The last light in his eye, a light from a distant planet, disappeared, too, and finally that little sound disappeared in this place.
Chemicals and drugs scattered around the area overflowed from his palms and fell to the ground.
And the last copy fell too.
His death was real, and now it was the last stop. There is no other way. Even the abyss has come to an end now. His last sense was the sharp, sickening taste of bad medicine in his mouth. At the moment of death, joyful voices echoed in his mind as the planet from that light disappeared.
"Girl, come to dinner-" She wanted to smile, but her face was stiff, she had lost the ability to even understand that it was a hallucination.
"Hey, sis, aren't you really going to get your ass out and go out? Book addiction is not a good thing!"
"Why are you so mischievous? Again the youngest went and got into a fight with his friends-"
"I couldn't, the exams were terrible again, I hate them, I wish school wasn't there!"
"Do you have money for school? Or let me give you-"
That last dim light in the eyes also went out.
"Happy Birthday-!"
And the universe fell into that uncomfortable silence again.
-Finished-