"Am I awake, or am I in a dream?"

There was an eerie silence in the cabin. I unbuckled my seatbelt, got up from my seat slightly, and adjusted my perspective so that I could see more of what was going on out of the porthole. Through the mist-dull glass, a full moon recedes behind the leaden-gray clouds. From another angle, I saw a black shadow hanging on the horizon.

"Wait...... The engines of an airplane could not be so quiet. I was indeed in a dream. ”

It dawned on me that this key element. Turning my head to look at the other row of seats, the row that was supposed to be full was now as empty as the one I was sitting in the back corner of the cabin. The only source of sound in the dimly lit cabin was myself.

"Hey, flight attendant?"

I tried pressing the "Request Service" button on the right side of the front screen, but there was no sign of a response, and the cabin crew booth in the middle of the cabin was pitch black. I stood up and stepped out of my seat, and as far as I could see, there was no figure in all the places where there should be a "person", but the backs of the seats were tilted to varying degrees, and the wrapped blankets placed on the seats were taken out, like ...... A ghost plane.

And the blankets, I reached out and grabbed one of them at random, feeling the touch between my fingers, carefully examining the fibers on it, the ghost plane with extremely real details.

Still, I smiled self-deprecatingly, and looked into the darkness at the end of the aisle, maybe I was the ghost that hovered between life and death.

"Still running away?"

The erratic voice that appeared behind me startled me. I rushed forward and turned alertly, subconsciously trying to pull the flying sword out of my carry-on space, but failed—it seemed like just a normal dream. What caught my eye was a mass of darkness and shadows, out of nowhere.

"Who are you?"

"No, I'm not a 'person', I'm you. ”

The voice seemed to come from far away, but the black figure did walk towards me. I raised my vigilance and slowly backed away, keeping a safe distance from the other party.

"It doesn't make sense. There is no distinction between you and me. ”

As the last words fell, the only light in the cabin suddenly disappeared, and the dark shadow blended in perfectly with the surroundings - but it couldn't hide my yin and yang eyes. I let out a loud shout, and the condensed True Qi erupted with my fists and feet, and I was about to hit the monster that invaded the dream, but suddenly everything around me disappeared cleanly—the seats, the floor, everything, was gone.

I exist alone in the void, not standing, not floating, or any other state that can be described as human being at rest. I no longer feel the tangible substance, time has lost its meaning, only cold and dead silence, and even these two concepts are dying out of nothingness. No, my mind is still struggling, I have to go back, I want to find out the truth of all this—the truth behind it!

The thought—the moment this thought came to me, maybe I should say that moment, I saw everything. On this planet, millions of individual lives are presented to me. I saw people of all ages, all races, all colors, fighting, killing, building, dancing, singing, and all sorts of other activities.

I appeared in many places at the same time: on June 2, 1929, the road name was "Xuanyang" On April 22, 1994, a gaunt middle-aged father bought a blonde doll at a doll shop in the town of Yamiyama as a gift for his perennially ill daughter Nina, and even more, a Theosophist who lived in the early 20th century became a monster because of his rash exploration of the void, and his deeds were incompletely recorded in a manuscript, and finally used as a joke by ignorant people and even added to the game.

But these are only the earthly, recent, and typical "mes", and there are countless "mes" distributed in countless backgrounds—a tiny fraction of these backgrounds belong to various periods of earth's history, from the ancient times when Ru Mao drank blood to the modern age of steel and guns, and many more belong to the backgrounds of other planets, other galaxies, and even other universes, and the "I" has different appearances, and even the mind bears no resemblance to humans.

The infinite number of horrors and the immeasurable diversity of "us" almost drove me to the brink of madness. But I still kept my independence in my thinking, because I seemed to be at the heart of it all. Space-time itself is an illusion, and only those who are in a finite dimension with a narrow field of vision would think that there is something like "past", "present", and "future"—they actually exist at the same time.

All the "I" I perceive is really nothing more than a projection of a greater being that deliberately allows itself to be projected in different dimensions—like a parabola, hyperbola formed by the facets of a cone cut by a two-dimensional plane. And I am at the heart of it, like a key to the ultimate form.

Truth, truth! The stubborn obsession is entrenched in the carbon-based brain of the human being, and it is in this situation that I chase step by step towards the void. I saw countless fragments of countless futures: the Tyndaros hounds prostrate at the feet of me, their lord, swearing allegiance, Mo Yufei looking up at my true body in horror, her pretty face pale as paper. I am the Lord of the Extradimensional Horizon, I am the Faceless Void!

Facing this reality – being aware of existence, only to know that it is no longer a definite being that can be distinguished from anything else – is terrifying like never before. Even the series of adventures deep underground, though I already knew where they came from, were my creation, like the dark shadow that preceded me, and I was myself—nothing compared to the horror. No death, no destruction, no other mental or physical suffering known to mankind is sufficient to evoke this utter despair of self-loss......

In the search for the Origin, the part of my mind that was a human being gradually collapsed. But one last thought drove me to take a crucial step—I activated my ability to planeswalk, targeting the rooftops of residential buildings, and then tearing through time and space......

It's less than half past six in the morning. I stood on the roof of the 8-story building next door, looking down at my bedroom below. Through the glass of the window, the amulet from [DATA EXPUNGED] lay quietly on my chest. If I go back, I'll be able to restore my true form by taking off the amulet that I can't even see. No, I, Yun Seung-woo, should call for the advent of [DATA EXPUNGED]......

Conflicting thoughts surged wildly in my mind. At this moment, the balcony door of the next room opened, and Mo Yufei, wearing pajamas, tiptoed past the two verandahs that opened up to each other, and slipped into my bedroom with a sly smile.

I suddenly realized that she had changed from a girl to a girl, and the memories about her—those memories from the human Yun Seungyu, and the memories from the non-human perspective of peeking into the future, all came flooding back to me. Those joyful memories, those shameful memories, those sweet memories, those memories that make me feel guilty...... Like slender silk threads, intertwined, wisps, and thousands of twists. In the memory, the immature figure changed into a bright face belonging to a girl, gently and slowly tracing the needle of memory and the thread of thought, and the erupting emotions bloomed under the needle like a flower.

This is the last rebellion of human consciousness under such a coincidental situation, which is the return of Yun Chengyu's emotions. I seized the opportunity to jump to the edge of the roof in two steps in three steps and jump towards the dry pool below – the cold, hard tiled floor. I don't know if doing so will prevent me from reverting to that unspeakable being, but at least, I don't think Yun Seung-woo will remember anything about it for a long time.

The descent is surprisingly slow, time seems to stop flowing, and it is as if time does not exist at all. In the midst of these extremely slow seconds, I saw the crisp water gushing out of the cracks in the artificial beach, and then the water and sand formed a huge whirlpool in an instant. I calmly fell into the whirlpool, facing the nameless abyss behind the whirlpool......

Three crimson suns hung high in the blue-gold sky, and the majestic temple towered over a sea of blue-purple organisms. With a huge black triangle that occupies half of the sky as a backdrop, a group of lean and hungry hunters living in the Weierstrass function timeline, the enforcers of the Extradimensional Horizon Pact, are prostrating respectfully before me.

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Although the outline was laid early, this novella was still very unsatisfactory, whether it is a Cthulhu-style novel or a novel that is the key plot of Yun Seung-woo.

The setting of this article refers to "Dream of the Secret Realm of Cardas", "Through the Gate of the Silver Key", "Demon Banquet", "Selephas", etc.,It's the same people of these articles.。 Yun Chengyu's line is not over yet, so I won't do too many spoilers.