(It's coming soon...... There are a lot of feelings, but the feeling of this thing, saying it may change the taste, after all, everyone's state of mind is different. So, I decided to keep it in my heart and reminisce once in a while...... Convention, a little story, I hope you like my brain hole. ）

"Once upon a time......

That's how most stories begin.

How long exactly?

Was it tens of billions of years ago?

Or hundreds of billions?

Who knows

In short, suddenly, in the endless darkness, a little light burst out. The silent void instantly took on color.

Starfire began to spin non-stop. The stars splashed in all directions, spreading at an astonishing speed in distant directions.

The universe was born silently.

I don't know how long it has been.

The trillions of nebulae burned brightly, trillions of residues gathered together, mighty, and curled up into one planet after another.

There's a tiny blue land in the middle. That's where our lives are born.

Crazy.

Fear.

Greedy.

Guts.

Create.

Wisdom.

Pursue.

.......

Wait a minute

Human beings have a lot of wealth that they think are superior to material things, and they think they are favored by the Creator.

As everyone knows, he was just a bird, his wings were cut off and thrown into a cage.

Job...... Communication...... Survive...... Multiply...... We put all our experiences in relation to each other, repeating the same days, and waiting for death with peace of mind after completing a meaningless mission given to us or by others.

We never thought about those questions.

For example...... What do we exist for?

Well, some people may have thought that when eating, when drunk, when chatting, these inconsistencies of answers will melt in the first rays of sunlight in the early morning of the next day, and there will be no trace of them.

Incredibly, I know the answer.

Our existence,

It's because of a story!

......

......

Once upon a time.

No, this is not another story, please be patient with me.

"Order Foundation"

It's a mysterious organization.

Few people know it exists.

But I know.

Because...... I was born there.

Oh yes.

“S-003”

That's my name.

But the guys in the Foundation are more used to calling me by another name.

"God"

I don't like it very much, it's like some kind of religious leader.

But they say, I'm special and fully deserve the title.

Then...... I think they all have brain sickness.

......

......

I, like all boys my age, eat, sleep, and study. Occasionally, I'll go out shopping and watch movies, but I'll be under Foundation surveillance.

So...... I don't have any friends.

Except for her.

She was the nurse who took care of me.

I don't know what her real name is...... But that doesn't matter, because I don't have a decent name myself.

......

She's beautiful.

Sometimes when I look at her, my face turns red.

......

Today

Tomorrow

Day after tomorrow

I thought life would go on like this.

......

I was lying in bed that day with strange instruments attached to some huge machine, which was a routine physical test every month.

I could feel that some needles had penetrated into my veins, some of them were painful, and on the screen next to me, a rotating mannequin flickered, making a "drip" sound from time to time.

She was right next to me.

As with every previous check-up, her hand rested on my shoulder.

"Hold on a little longer, it's going to be over."

She looked at me with a smile.

At that time, I could hear the "Didi" sound of monitoring my heart rate much faster.

"Drop"

"Drop"

"Drop"

......

......

......

Be quiet

......

I was stunned for a moment.

for the voice did not sound again.

Everything fell silent without warning.

I noticed that the air became so sticky that I couldn't even breathe it into my lungs.

Everyone around was motionless.

It's like a movie with the pause button clicked, and everything freezes in that moment.

Except for me.

I had absolutely no idea what was going on. I was stupefied.

It took me a long time to realize.

Time...... Stopped.

......

......

......

......

I don't know why I'm the only one who is still awake, maybe I've been given some special ability, maybe I'm out of time, maybe I'm not bound in any way, maybe ...... I am God.

What followed was an incredibly long period of time, and as the Foundation's door to the outside world required a password, I had to wander the hallways, looking at the unadorned walls, helpless. Gradually, I began to scream aimlessly, I was angry, I smashed everything I could, I rolled on the ground like a frog stripped naked and thrown into salt water.

But to no avail, everything was bound, like a puppet, and even the sound lost its vitality and could not travel far before it was drowned in viscous air.

I began to experience another kind of fear.

Fear beyond all.

It's hard to put into words, and I know that if time forgets me, there will be no end to my fears.

The thought started to ravage me until the moment I was going crazy.

After that, I went crazy.

Maybe it's crazy, but I felt something crack open in my head, and a force was starting to eat away at me.

A voice is saying, touch everything you want to change.

At that moment, I seemed to understand something.

If I think I'm God...... Then I could

It's God.

So, I did so, and the moment my finger touched the closed door, it weathered into sand.

I came to the surface.

Of course, there was a dead silence here.

Next, I started walking.

I touched the frozen stream around me, and it flowed.

I touched the weeds on the ground, and it shook a little.

I understand a lot.

I walked to the barren clearing. Looking at the sun all over the ground, and then, shining, I waved my arms, and then, the wind and sand were everywhere.

In this frozen time, I touched every leaf, crossed every grain of sand, I attracted wind, frost, rain and snow, drove mountains and rivers, I watched the clouds move, and watched the flowers bloom. I shouted, and the sound began to pass. Pinch up the dirt and everything begins to grow. I closed my eyes tightly, and my thoughts passed through the endless void, the nebulae twinkling, and everything was as before.

That's it

I restored the world to its original state.

For the rest of the endless time, I had nothing to do, high mountains and seabeds, every corner of the earth was covered with my footprints, but my fear still did not go away.

It's loneliness.

Eventually, I returned to the Foundation.

Back to the room where it all began.

I lay back on that bed and looked at her.

She may be the most beautiful woman, but she can only stay the way she was then, forever.

She smiled.

I cried.

Because...... I can't touch the mind.

I've given the world a new lease of life, but I'm still lonely...... I was crazy, sober again, crazy again, sober again.

A few years ago, hundreds of millions of years later, the past and the future lost their meaning, and I watched the sunset alone, watching it turn blood red, the temperature on the earth rose to hundreds of degrees, the oceans were evaporated and turned into a scorched earth, the world became a purgatory, and I was roasted with charred flesh. After a while, the sun went out, and there was only darkness and cold on the earth. The air had been exhausted long ago, and I froze under the glacier.

After hundreds of thousands of years, the universe entered a dark period, the great tear began, even the protons had decayed, the universe returned to the original point, there was nothing left, I was floating alone in infinite space, the whole universe, only me. In other words, I am the whole universe. The concept of time and space has been lost here. So I move thousands of miles, and I look at it for ten thousand years.

I wanted to do something, but I didn't have anything, I didn't have a purpose to go in one direction, if there was a direction at all.

......

I don't know how long later, a point of light appeared in front of my eyes, and my sleeping mind finally made some waves, could it be the edge of the universe?

Maybe.

It was a curtain of light, with dense handwriting on it, and the content was all about the world.

At that moment, I understood that this world is just a story.

This flower, every person, and the whole world is just a story.

And the story died...... Lifeless.

I was angry, my hundreds of billions of years of loneliness, helplessness, heartbreak, regret, helplessness, and madness all turned into anger, rushing towards this curtain of light, it shattered, and I opened the gap between the story and reality.

......

......

A dimly lit room with a blinding glow from a computer screen.

On the table were leftovers that hadn't been cleaned up for a long time, and cigarette butts in the ashtray were stacked high.

A man in his 20s sat at a table, a little fat and with messy hair. His hand kept tapping on the keyboard, and words appeared on the screen.

But there was no trace of anger in his eyes.

He looked at me and didn't show any expression, maybe he was surprised, but the rotten brain didn't want to react.

The moment I saw him, my anger disappeared, and I even felt a wave of sadness for some reason.

Maybe he's also a loner.

"Your novel...... He's dead! I said.

His fingers tapping on the keyboard suddenly stopped, and then began to type again.

His face was expressionless.

But he wept, tears running across his incomparably calm face.

......

"I know......" he said, his voice echoing in his throat.

"Why?" I asked, and looked into his empty eyes.

"Books need to be read, and books that no one reads will naturally die."

He replied lightly.

That's when I realized that I had asked a question that I should have known the answer to a long time ago.

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A book is a world.

The world is not something that can be sustained by one person.

The need for authors, such as him,

Need a story, like me,

Most importantly

......

The reader is needed, and that is you.

I'm not a good talker.

But simple words are not necessarily paler than a thousand words.

Everyone has a story, and no one wants their story to die.

Every world needs readers.

So...... Subscribe now...... Become a reader.

For the morning sun, for the sweet cake, for the laughter, for everything you can think of.

Or...... For the sake of the person you love.

Subscribe now

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Thank you

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(I wanted to write a tangled plot and then break the chapter to trick some subscriptions, but I didn't, I've been writing it for almost two months, and I didn't deliberately run the novel, I just kept writing, so I shouldn't be a good novelist, so I'll try to be a storyteller.) It would be even better if you could make some money from it.

Oh, by the way, Xiaoxiao is going to be promoted to C-level, D-level tasks are too small, and the writing is timid, and C-level tasks may be more interesting.

Having said so much, it can actually be simplified into three words.

Certainly not "hey, hey, hey"

but

"Subscribe now")