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Buzz—buzz—buzz—!!!
Lin Zhao Cheng felt as if he had been suddenly hurled into the void by some immense force, his limbs completely out of control, as if he were thrown into a wildly spinning blender!
Up, down, left, right—all was reversed; the world kept flipping. His body was tossed back and forth by an invisible power, spinning and plummeting as if gravity had ceased to exist!
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! What the hell is going on—?!”
He struggled frantically, trying to find a direction, but realized he couldn't move at all. It was as if this bizarre vortex was firmly binding him, forcing him to drift endlessly in this chaos.
A thunderous roar echoed in his ears!
“Roar—!!!”
It was the roar of some colossal creature, deep and deafening, like a giant beast writhing in agony, unwilling to release its prey that was about to escape!
At the same time, countless eerie whispers and screams reverberated around him—those were the wails of the Massage Therapists!
“No!!! No!!! How is this possible!!!”
“How can he escape?!!!”
“Damn it! This shouldn’t be happening!!! He should stay here!!! He should be crushed to death!!!”
“Stop him!!!”
Lin Zhao Cheng felt as if his soul were being grasped by countless icy hands, dragged fiercely into the abyss. Yet at the same time, an invisible force was pushing him toward an unknown shore!
“Damn it!!!”
He had no time to feel joy because he had no idea where this strange vortex would spit him out!
All he could do was grit his teeth and wait for fate’s judgment amidst this endless chaos and madness!!!
Consciousness flowed.
Lin Zhao Cheng felt detached from his body, or rather, his body had ceased to be a physical entity and had transformed into a wisp of smoke, a drop of water falling into the void, a thread of elusive light. He was falling, or rising? Moving forward, or retreating? Space was no longer space, time no longer time; everything was merely an endless drift, an unceasing motion.
Colors. Shapes. Sounds. Countless concepts intertwined, devouring and rebirthing one another.
In an instant, he seemed to traverse a Golden Architecture, where columns were etched with ancient Pictographs. Each character whispered and murmured in his ears like divine revelations yet felt like curses. He reached out to touch them, but his fingers passed through like shadows; the gold crumbled into quicksand, which transformed into light, and the light became endless darkness.
"Existence Is Nihility, Nihility Is Existence. Void Is Existence."
A voice whispered from an unknown source.
He wanted to think but realized that "thinking" itself was a meaningless act. For what is the object of thought? Himself? But what is "himself"? Is he Lin Zhao Cheng? Does this name still belong to him? If there are no memories, no past, can he still be called "I"?
—"Who am I?"
This question seemed to trigger some reaction; the surrounding space twisted violently as countless faces emerged. Eyes opened and closed; each face was incredibly familiar yet completely strange. Their lips moved, whispering in some language that transformed into light, which shattered into countless fragments that spun like a kaleidoscope, tearing the entire world into hundreds of dimensions.
—"What is God?"
"Supreme Being?"
"Origin of All Things?"
"Or perhaps just the meaning we assign to chaos?"
He saw a massive door adorned with countless human figures; they knelt, prayed, wept, and shouted, their hands reaching toward the void as they gazed up at an empty throne.
"Agnostics believe the world is godless, while believers think God is omnipresent. So does God truly exist?"
The door slowly opened to reveal nothingness within.
"If a concept is powerful enough, does it then become 'truth'?"
He stepped through the door, only to find himself still standing in place.
His consciousness felt as if it had been shattered into countless fragments, each possessing a different timeline, different memories, and different possibilities.
He was everything and yet nothing at all.
—"When I can no longer distinguish between dreams and reality, how can I be sure that I am awake?"
—"If I awaken in an endless dream, does that mean reality never existed?"
Theological concepts, metaphysics, existentialism, fatalism, nihilism, quantum consciousness, reincarnation, illusion—every idea exploded in his mind like billions of stars simultaneously igniting, falling, and extinguishing, transforming into a torrent of light and shadow.
He fell. He rose. He stagnated. He vanished. He existed.
—Then he heard his own voice.
"I am... Lin Zhao Cheng?"
The universe trembled in silence.
The universe fell silent.
Lin Zhao Cheng felt the passage of time slip away and could not discern direction. Everything around him seemed to enter a state of—heat death.
No light, no sound, no flowing things.
Only the sound of his heartbeat echoed lonely in this endless void.
"Thump—thump—thump—"
With every heartbeat, it felt like a tiny planet flickering in the darkness, reminding him that he was still alive, reminding him that he still possessed consciousness.
But was he truly "alive"? Or was this merely the last echo of a fading awareness?
Slaughter, fear, pain, struggle… everything had come to a halt.
The mad whispers no longer echoed, and the curse of Blood Flesh Hell had faded away; the world had finally fallen silent.
—Silently terrifying.
Lin Zhao Cheng felt like an abandoned astronaut, a lost spaceship with no communication, drifting alone in the boundless universe.
He had no destination, no endpoint, and he wasn't even sure if he was still moving or had long since come to a standstill.
But what did it matter?
Moving forward, stagnation, extinction—did these three concepts hold any distinction in this dimension devoid of time and space?
"Does any of this even have meaning?"
"…Or is this simply the essence of the universe?"
He recalled those monsters, curses, whispers, and even William's final smile.
If all of this was meaningless, then why had he chosen to survive?
—Did the act of "living" itself represent some form of significance?
But the question remained: what came after surviving?
The universe watched him in silence, offering no answers.
Lin Zhao Cheng reached out his hand, only to find that his fingers seemed to begin disintegrating, transforming into countless tiny specks of light that scattered into the darkness.
Was he truly still "Lin Zhao Cheng"?
Or was he merely another wisp of light about to extinguish?
Buzz—buzz buzz—!!!
Lin Zhao Cheng was still lost in endless drifting and contemplation when a sudden tremor violently tore through the silence of this universe.
"What—?"
The entire space began to twist and collapse, like a shattered mirror, cracks spreading from all directions, shaking violently.
Then—
Boom!!!!!
A powerful shockwave erupted from an unknown depth!
Lin Zhao Cheng felt as if he were gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, unable to resist, unable to escape. His whole body trembled violently, his soul feeling as though it were being pulled from his body, torn apart, yanked, and spun wildly.
"Damn!!!"
Right before him, a bizarre dimensional rift suddenly opened!
It was an extremely unstable opening, with its surroundings crazily compressing inward, like a scar on the universe, forcibly torn apart yet trying to self-repair.
Zzz—zzz—zzz—
The edges of the rift shimmered with strange light, resembling a black hole that was rapidly collapsing in on itself, devouring, crushing, and obliterating countless fragments of reality!
"Something's wrong—!"
Lin Zhao Cheng wanted to struggle, but he found himself completely unable to move. His limbs were stiff, as if bound by invisible chains, subject to the whims of a terrifying force!
"No!!! I'm not ready yet—!"
Yet, he had no choice.
In the next moment—
"Zzzzz!!!"
An irresistible, immense power suddenly engulfed him!!!
His body was violently hurled away, as if the universe had cruelly "spat" him out. Countless afterimages flashed before his eyes; time, space, matter, and consciousness were all torn apart into fragments!
He had no target, no direction, only a mad descent!!!
"Ahhhhh!!!!"
His screams echoed in the endless void as the rending dimensional rift gradually closed, and he was cast into an unknown world, plummeting rapidly toward the next chapter of his fate!!!
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