He looks like an ordinary person everywhere, ordinary looking, no drinking, no smoking, no gambling, has a stable job, but has never been in a relationship, but because his parents died early, and there is no insomnia in the family, no one will care about him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is nothing particularly liked, and there is nothing particularly hated, and he is as ordinary as most ordinary people on this vast earth.

His life as long as he can remember is living in this small city, and he has never had the interest to see anything outside of it.

He came to his work on time at 7 o'clock every morning, conscientiously completed the tasks assigned by his boss, and then drank tea and read the newspaper or used the computer to refresh the daily news.

But he has always fulfilled his duty, does not want to forge ahead, and will not stay in the company for a second more unless he has to, and will find a reason to take leave for any activities.

Although he will do his best to complete every job given to him by his boss, his colleagues and superiors have a very indifferent impression of him, and they can't even remember his name.

At the same time, his colleagues have become their bosses or gone elsewhere to develop, but he is still working in this small half-dead company.

He's doing almost the same job here day in and day out, and he's been with the job for more than 20 years without any changes.

But as an ordinary person who keeps to himself, he is very satisfied, because he knows very well that he is not the so-called protagonist.

All he had was an ordinary life, an ordinary school, then an ordinary graduation, and finally an ordinary job.

Although his life seems ordinary, it may be because of his innate prudence that makes the first half of his life extremely stable and allows him to live an ordinary life.

As an ordinary person, he has always lived very carefully, and he has always tried his best to avoid all possible crises.

During his studies, his grades remained in the upper middle class, and his relationship with his classmates was only kept in acquaintance, and they would all be forgotten by him within a few days of graduating from elementary school, middle school, and college.

He is very careful not to involve a third person even when talking to other people, and in this way, he has never had any arguments with anyone since he was a child.

All of this comes from his special ability to see through any object, living or non-living things, and he can see through their essence at a glance, and even change it easily.

He had tried to use his abilities sexually, and the consequences were terrible, his gender was changed, his appearance was changed, his vision was greatly enhanced, and so on.

Even he gained the ability to live immortally, which allowed him to live from 1998 to the present year 2242 to maintain the appearance of being in his twenties, and this also made his ability greatly weakened, and he became ineffective.

Perhaps aware of his abnormality, he has always consciously kept a certain distance from others since he was a child, and even if he has to contact others, he will take the initiative to cater to others.

In secret, he is using his abilities all the time to cover up his abnormality and make himself an ordinary ordinary person.

And this behavior is not so much the fear of being persecuted by something that has discovered the ability, but the fear that everyone will be rejected after the ability is discovered, and slowly he seems to have really become an ordinary person.

His parents noticed this abnormality in him when they were young, and they only regarded him as introverted and timid but did not care, and half-jokingly gave him a very apt description - "Even if you want to jump, you have to see what's on the ground." ”。

And in his spare time, he also described himself: "I don't want to be violently happy, but instead there is no deep despair, I pursue a life like a plant, and live a peaceful life, which is my goal."

But man can't become a plant after all, he may be emotionally indifferent, but he also has some impulses at times, but he has never taken the initiative to pursue anything.

is just slowly suppressing his emotions, and in the end, these impulses will disappear under the wash of time, but those suppressed emotions will not disappear.

These emotions will only accumulate deeper and deeper, but as time goes by, the emotions that are suppressed in his heart become more and more, and there are already signs of getting out of control, and now he has become bored with his life.

Slowly, a thought appeared in his mind, 'If you don't suppress your feelings and use your abilities unscrupulously, will your life be better?'

Although he has always been well hidden, no matter how much he suppresses it, it will also be inadvertently revealed in daily life, such as at the beginning of it all......

On this day, he sat in his place as usual, and finished the form by typing the last few words in front of the computer.

He pulled the mouse up and checked it carefully a few times to make sure there was nothing wrong, and suddenly a kind of tiredness came over him, which was an anomaly, but he was haunted by the exhaustion and didn't care.

He turned his head to look at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, it was still early, he gently leaned back in the chair, raised his head, held his neck with his hand, turned his head left and right, and rubbed his stiff neck vigorously.

After a while, he put down his hand and sighed for some reason, this almost identical life every day made him feel tired from the bottom of his heart.

Even the table on the computer in front of him gave him a nameless fire, and he wanted to reach out and press the shutdown button, but in the end he only retracted his strength before the shutdown button and gently closed the monitor.

However, this not only could not dissolve the nameless fire in his heart, but made it burn more vigorously, and in the end, he could only lean back out of sight and out of mind.

He closed his eyes and looked back at his memories, and then began to ask himself, is it wrong to suppress his feelings, what do I really want?

At first, he thought about it, and slowly he thought of the commissary located in front of his elementary school, and there were always many people who liked to go in and grab some snacks when school was over, and he was always just watching from the outside.

And when he thought of elementary school, he thought of middle school, when he was in middle school, he liked to drink tea and chat at the door, and he was an uncle who smiled at everyone, as if he was the principal's father.

He also remembered a few classmates who had forgotten what they looked like, and they always liked to talk about the popular games of the time.

There is a small group of such people at any time, and as long as he casually asks for some superficial knowledge, he can blend into this small group, so that he is not too isolated, after all, students without human resources have always been the target of bullying.

As someone who has only tried Lianliankan and Fight the Landlord, when he thinks of games, he thinks of a shoddy comic book that he loves so much, the one he has forgotten his name.

Although the plot of this comic seems to be very cliché so far, no matter what kind of difficulties and terrible enemies the protagonist encounters, and the life and death crisis that cannot be avoided, he can rely on a loud roar and a punch with all his strength to escape and defeat the enemy.

But even so, it was one of his few comics, and when he was a child, he was fascinated by reading it over and over again, and he couldn't find it after a move, no matter how he looked for it.

Thinking of the protagonist's almighty fist, even if he was so calm, an unknown desire and impulse surged from his heart.

This time he didn't suppress himself, but he just took the pose of the main character in the manga very naively, and then slowly clenched his fist tightly and slowly hit it in the empty space where there was nothing.

And when he struck, perhaps he didn't even notice it, as if he had fallen into an evil spirit, he longed for something: "If I really can, I really want to break this unchanging fate." ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, he felt that the nameless fire that had been wrapping around his heart gathered in this punch and hit it together.

He opened his eyes in surprise, only to look at the black display in disappointment, "Indeed." He smiled self-deprecatingly, and quickly collected his mind.

He staggered to his feet, ready to pour a glass of water and move on to the next task, the unrealistic desire that had wasted his time.

However, he still reluctantly turned back when he got up, and when he turned around, everything in front of him made his eyes glaze over.

There was a small 'black dot' floating in the air, slowly and silently growing larger, but magically not affecting everything around it.

He took off his glasses and looked at them closely, 'No, still nothing.' For the first time, his abilities were ineffective, because he could not see anything from the 'black spot'.

Just when he saw this strange supernatural scene, he who had lived carefully for more than 200 years did not choose to escape or be afraid, but an irrepressible joy appeared in his heart.

There was a hint of longing in his eyes that was so thick that it could not be dissolved, and this 'black spot' was the second anomaly in his memory besides his own.

It can be said to be a miracle or a miracle to him, but as soon as he encounters this anomalous thing, the ordinary life he has constructed will come to an end.

And he can't know what will happen when he comes into contact with the anomaly, he doesn't think about it so much, he only has one thought in his heart, which is to end his ordinary life.

He gritted his teeth and stared at the 'black spot' in front of him to prevent him from escaping his gaze, and he thought that there was nothing wrong with his eyes.

Then he tried to use his trembling right hand to gently reach for the apple-sized 'black spot', but before he could touch the 'black spot', he was suddenly interrupted by a burst of extremely sharp tearing pain.

The pain was coming from somewhere, no, it wasn't so much the pain that came from there, but the pain all over his body.

The sudden pain caused him to fall to the ground with a thud, the pain was beyond his reach, and tears continued to flow from his eyes.

As he grew up, his mouth kept drooling, and his limbs continued to straighten and twist silently, and the whole person was like a wriggling maggot, as if he was silently performing some kind of pantomime.

Even so, all he saw in his eyes was this black cave that had grown to half a human size, and this 'black spot' began to shrink slowly when it grew to half a human size.

Seeing this, he could only grit his teeth tightly, and used all his strength to control his right hand to slowly crawl forward little by little, trying to ignore his severe pain, even then he could only move forward a little.

When he saw that the 'black spot' in front of him was about to turn into a 'black spot' again, he squirmed on the ground with the strength that came out of nowhere, and he roared loudly with all his strength.

"Wait a minute!" He stood up with his left hand on the ground, propped it up with all his strength, and with the strength of his shoulder, he slapped his unconscious right hand against the small 'black dot'.

At this time, he couldn't see anything, and the moment he waved his hand, it turned pitch black in front of him, but the sense of nothingness that continued to spread from his right hand to his whole body also made the corners of his mouth hook up happily - I don't care if this is a fantasy or a ridiculous dream of insomnia, no matter what I will become, no matter what is inside this 'black spot', I have successfully broken this damn fate!