-- Chaos --

Before chaos, there is too much emptiness. At the beginning of chaos, Taihe was sustenance.

It's too easy. The vitality is not formed, and it is gradually becoming the beginning.

The beginning of vitality sprouts, and the second is the beginning. The beginning of the shape and qi is also called Taisu.

The form and qi are qualitative, and it is called Tai Chi.

This passage describes the changes from the beginning of chaos to the end of chaos, and further it is to open the world, Taiji gives birth to two yi, two yi gives birth to four elephants, four elephants give birth to gossip, and gossip derives all things.

It was supposed to be like this.

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"She" woke up.

Before you have time to think, "Who am I?" "Where do I come from?" "Where am I going?" Before waiting for the question, her thoughts were "I don't want to die!" "Totally occupied.

Death Death Death Death Death

Death Death Blank Death Death

Death Death Death Death Death

She could feel herself in the middle of a vortex of "death" made up entirely of pitch black, as if she was about to be swept into a bottomless abyss by the sheer force of suction.

No, it should be said that it was because of her presence that those dark hoodoos suddenly spun and formed a whirlpool.

The intense "I don't want to die" obsession slowed down the vortex of death around me a little, but it didn't make sense.

If she can't think of a countermeasure, it will be the only ending to become a part of them in the end, perhaps, in the next moment.

However, even though she knew that she should think of a way out of the whirlpool at this time, her thoughts still involuntarily extended along the initial thought, "I don't want to die".

- Who is "I"?

At this time, it can be said that it is quite risky to think about your identity, and it may not be counted if you can't remember it, and even if you succeed in remembering who you are, it is unknown whether the abilities you have mastered will help you in today's situation.

According to common sense, "because your skills are ineffective, you are in a desperate situation at this time" is more likely.

If she was given plenty of time to think, she might not have made this decision, but now she can only rely on her intuition to get this potentially useful answer.

If "she" is a vast sea, then the answer to "who" is like a boat on the sea, and the answer to the answer may be bigger than looking for a needle in a haystack, but it is not much bigger.

However, if she wants to have the emotion of "regret", she will have to wait at least for the thought process of "who am I" to end, and if this consideration does not have any effect, she probably will not have the opportunity to generate a third thought.

Even though the logic of "if you can't find the answer, you'll die" is too late to judge, she still uses all her strength to "find herself" this time - although she has no idea what her "full strength" consists of.

"I am ......"

Under enough pressure, "she" finally found the boat that was struggling in the rough seas, her name fluttering in the wind with the broken sails.

However, all she found was a name, what skills did she have? Why is it here? The little boat that was on the verge of capsizing could not answer at all.

No, it is not "overturning", but "merging", where she in the past and her in the present will become one, without distinguishing from each other.

But a piece of sea merges with a small boat, and in the end, will there be anything left except the calm sea? Does the sea remember a small ship that sank out of nowhere?

At this moment, she realized that she would not actually "die", and that before those [deaths] engulfed her, her past self and her present self would complete the fusion, even if there was no evidence, she could conclude that her "fusion" self would never be affected by the "death vortex".

However, this kind of realization cannot form a real thought at all, because at this time "she" is doing an action that has been predetermined when thinking about "who I am"—saying her name at the same time.

If you don't think about it, you will get stuck halfway and bear some kind of unknown, probably very bad consequences.

Luckily, she succeeded.

"I'm [Roselle]!"

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"Roselle" opened his eyes.

Death Death Death Death Death –

"Tsk......" She closed her eyes again, shook her head, and then opened them again, and found that things were not getting any better.

No matter which direction you look, your vision is filled with endless deaths, overlapping and conveying the words, images, objects, and events that symbolize death to everyone who sees them.

The "deaths" did not form themselves in a vortex ready to swallow assimilation, as she had previously perceived, they were not too fast, nor too slow to flow around them, only slightly bypassing them when they approached "Roselle", keeping at least an arm's length from her.

And the feet of "Luoshen" are naturally also "death", but they are flat and neat, and they seem to be the product of smashing those "deaths" flying in the air, and they feel quite flat and hard when they step on them.

"Roselle" tentatively walked a few steps, and then noticed that the "death" in front of her was moving away, and the "death" behind was approaching, always keeping about an arm's length away from her, making her feel like she was walking in a strange fog.

"Chaos...... Is it? Roselle muttered to herself, she noticed that her voice was quite young, but a little hoarse from the yelling "I am Roselle" just now.

Are they blocking something, or are they meant to be? "Roselle" withdrew her gaze and began to check her status.

She herself looked like a young girl, wearing a set of light soft leather armor with a crimson base and gilt gold threads, black leather boots and dark red stockings on her feet, elbow-over-the-elbow gloves on her hands, hard armor shoulder pads on one shoulder, her hair was not long, and she wore a pair of buns tied at the back of her head, but the color could not be judged by touching mere touch.

In her gestures, her movements are very natural, and she does not have a sense of incongruity that she is not used to in height and weight, which proves that this is indeed herself, the body of "Roselle".

"......" himself seems to be fine, but this is the biggest anomaly.

For example, she can easily understand and use the origin and name of all the equipment, the name of the color and style, and the certain words used when checking herself, but if she thinks about their origins, she will be in a state of confusion as when she was looking for her own name.

If you want to continue to be more serious, looking for a needle in a haystack? What is the Sea? What is Needle?

What is "what"? What is "yes"?

If you continue to drill the tip of the horns, it will be over, and "Roselle" decisively decided to give up thinking about this aspect, including the just-born, "What does it mean to drill the tip of the horns?" "This sentence.

She was sure that her original self should be strong enough and experienced enough to follow her heart when it came to exploring a world full of strange deaths.

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Due to the presence of [death] in all directions, Roselle chose a direction at random, and did not deliberately keep a straight line and began to move forward.

She was convinced that the feeling of being dragged into a vortex when she first became conscious was not a delusion, and that if she hadn't found her "name" at the time, she might have become as muddy as these deaths, floating around and strangling anything that wasn't part of them.

Although it is very safe to wait in place, it will not help you to find who "yourself" is, if you only hold on to the name "Luoshen", after a period of time, those [deaths] are very likely to find you again, and then you will be exhausted in donkey skills.

Well...... Did you think about something that you didn't know what you mean? Whatever.

"Roselle" spread his hands, then turned his fingers twice.

"Huh?"

Leaving aside the idea of "spreading hands" for the time being, this finger-turning action shows a new concept, namely "weapon".

It should be a, no, a pair of small and light weapons that can spin and fly at the fingertips, and only then will you develop this habit of expressing helplessness and indifference.

If it's a weapon, maybe you fight a lot? Well, this makes sense, after all, a considerable part of these flying [deaths] express death in battle, could it be that they were plotted by others-

Syllable! Crash! "Hey—"

Because the "earth" composed of "death" is too flat, "Roselle" is quite brisk, so when a large lump of [death] appears, she does not react and kicks it.

The lump of [Death] was rather loose and scattered with a kick, but it still tripped "Roselle" - but she landed firmly on the ground with a wonderful balance.

This proves that my skills are really good...... Well?

Before he finished boasting, "Roselle" found something unusual at his feet.

After looking at [Death] for a long time, this ordinary thing seemed to radiate a dazzling light in the eyes of "Luoshen".

"It's ...... Pickaxe? ”

It was a pickaxe, or pickaxe, made entirely of wood, and the craftsmanship was quite delicate and beautiful, as if it had been made by a top carpenter, but its handle had been disconnected from the front and could not be used.

"Could it be that there is someone nearby?" Roselle was really shocked this time: "In this case, it's not the world that's wrong, it's my eyes?" What kind of world is this? ”

Naturally, the wooden pickaxe would not answer her, and Roselle also found a new purpose after abandoning the whole bunch of new words and phrases that suddenly appeared on his own.

"With this as the center, search around in a spiral to find out where it is, at least find out where it is," she said to herself, "but it's a pity that this pickaxe doesn't come in handy, and if it's convenient, I'd like to make a weapon out of it...... Belch. ”

Before Roselle could finish speaking, he saw that the pickaxe, which had been split in half and clearly made of wood, had "melted", and then flowed and deformed like a real liquid, and finally formed a pair of equally beautiful wooden daggers.

“…… I'm sure it's no ordinary world," Roselle said stunned, "Besides, the farmer who discarded it was probably a fool." ”