Who am I?
My name, my real name, my family name...
Yu Liang?
No.
No, no, no.
As a part of the collective, I should be more conscious.
Our existence is my existence, our consciousness is my consciousness.
Unity.
Obedience.
Discipline.
I am the[collective], we are the[collective].
The collective's brain and sword must pioneer and strengthen for the survival of the collective!
That's wrong, what collective, I am only Yu Liang.
I am not born from an egg.
I am a player.
A player that descended upon this place.
Player!
Author.
[Creation]
[Ruined Territory]
[Universe]
Suddenly, a flurry of words emerged in Yu Liang's mind like lightning, and at this moment, his consciousness regained clarity.
He stood, staring at the bony floor beneath his feet, sweat from his forehead dripping onto the floor, sliding along and seeping through the gaps in the bone staircase to the first floor.
Awake at last, he was drenched in a cold sweat.
