I don't know how long it has been, maybe a year or two, five years or ten years, a hundred years and a thousand years, or hundreds of millions of years, tens of billions of years, far away in the ancient era when human civilization was budding, time has no meaning for him at this moment.

It was a thought that suddenly appeared in his mind, he didn't know where this vicissitudes and ruthless concept of him came from, he could feel the abnormality of this mental state, but he was powerless to change it. He felt that he had become some kind of weapon, and his mind was full of thoughts of destruction, chaos, and evil, which were like catkins flying in the sky, numerous and imperceptible, one after another streaked through his mind like shooting stars.

The space of thought, the concept of "I", seems to be divided into countless parts, like a closed labyrinth with countless broken mirrors. It was as if his mind was trapped somewhere, and he was so trapped that he couldn't escape.

It was so far away that he almost forgot that he existed. Wei Flail inexplicably "opened his eyes", and the surrounding environment was still so dark and deadly silent, like a pool of old stagnant water, exuding a disgusting stench.

Gradually, Wei Flais was pleasantly surprised to find that the surrounding environment was different, and a swarthy and ugly stone flew in front of his "eyes". He happily held the pebble in the "palm of his hand". Unfortunately, he didn't grasp the strength well, and the stone disappeared completely, and at the same time, he tasted a strange and strange taste, like roasted fish skin, with cumin, chili, sesame seeds and other seasonings scattered on it, trying to hide its bad taste.

It was a disgusting taste, but Wei Flail ate it with relish, he hadn't done the act of "eating" for too long. At first, he thought he would starve to death, but he was used to being like a damn Bichi, who could withstand ravages as long as he was alive. He thought he would starve to death, but after a long time, he was still alive and well, and he could clearly perceive that he was in a state of "living".

What came to the door faster than hunger was boredom, and he was so bored that he tried to paint a picture in this endless darkness. But he was disappointed, he didn't know what the brushes and paints in his hands were. But each time he tried, the strokes remained in the dark for less than "three seconds" before they dissipated as if they had been swallowed up.

It seemed as if the stone was just a clumsy joke played by God, and after that he never saw anything other than himself and the darkness.

Human beings are social animals, and no matter how advanced they are, or they claim to be the signs of civilization, they cannot escape the inertia engraved in their genes. A normal person who is single for a long time, facing the silent darkness, is afraid that he will begin to go insane in less than three days. Darkness has the power to amplify time, which is why fear penetrates deep into the spinal cord.

Wei Flail was indeed about to go crazy, in fact, he was only one step away from madness. At first, his feelings were still very novel, but after a long time, the novelty was lost, and he began to miss it, and he was full of complaints, complaining about the unjust world over and over again. He began to miss the bright lights in the city, waiting for the cuckoo to go back in the rental house. Even those faces that were once hateful have become extremely amiable in his memory.

He couldn't help but roar loudly, moving his hands and feet. It's a pity that the voice is meaningless here, even his current "voice" - information, there is no way to transmit it, he can't touch things with his limbs dancing wildly, like a prisoner under house arrest in disguise, the loneliest prisoner in the universe.

He screamed, broke down, was disappointed, desperate...... Repeating it again and again, he gradually learned to be indifferent and indifferent, and only then did he really feel that he was truly integrated into the body he was. This is another novel experience, in his perceptual touch, his hands and feet are a trace of intertwined chaotic touch, this mottled and dense limbs, can burst people's eyes in an instant, and the visual information brought can make people's brains burn instantly.

But in this case, he was thinking unharmed, and he still had his own consciousness. He vaguely knew that his body was going somewhere, but he didn't understand the name of that place, only a vague image, a large azure orb, which might not be quite commensurate with the word behemoth compared to his body.

In the depths of his mind, chaotic and unfamiliar memory bubbles sprung up, and he tried to puncture them to get the information inside. But as soon as this thought came to him, he touched the bubbles, and he felt as if hundreds of millions of steel needles were piercing his brain, and the pain almost killed him. It took him a long time for the pain to dissipate.

It's just that he dismissed the idea of popping these memory bubbles, and that feeling of lingering palpitations in his heart that he never wanted to try again.

He spent a very long period of time dormant, and in the meantime time passed in a blur. He's found that sleep is actually a particularly good pastime, especially since his current body, like a fast-forward button, is able to skip most of the boring years. Although I have slept for a long time, it is easy to lose the memory of being a person who is Wei Flail when I wake up again, but compared to the boundless loneliness, what is this?

Wei Flails had experienced a total of 274 large and small sleeps before and after, and now the only thing he remembered was his name, Wei Flai. The planet called Modri is like a stranger's memory, like the plot of a movie.

Instead, a name echoed in his mind, like an echo in a valley. Contrary to normal physical phenomena, the sound was constantly amplified, one after another, as if it was going to burrow into his brain, propping up his brain.

He seemed to be bewitched, his consciousness became less clear, and the name was in his throat, and there was a feeling of not vomiting or being unhappy. It was a name that he had never been able to understand and pronounce before, and the words and syllables that made up the name were already blasphemous and filthy in themselves, like immutable laws that would cause a devastating butterfly effect if they changed.

Sha ......

Wei Flai's vigilance suddenly rose, and he suddenly realized that this name was not an ordinary name, it had an ancient and powerful magic power, which could make the owner directly notice the existence of calling him by his name. If he doesn't stop, but just calls out that name, then a violent doom awaits him.

For no other reason, this was what his sixth sense told him, he didn't have the heart to raise the bar, and chose to follow this spontaneous sense of crisis in his heart.

The scattered consciousness gathered together little by little, and the image in front of him changed again. The surroundings were no longer dark and silent, the joy of life suddenly splashed a puddle of water, he saw a strange and familiar starry sky, one by one burning sky, throwing light and heat around, or red, or blue, or white, or orange, or gold, or blue light sprinkled on his body without hesitation, compared with the previous space, this place is like a paradise, he seems to feel the joy of life.

A golden sphere in the distance, emitting a constant stream of long-lasting and powerful heat, is a young star. He could feel the immaturity and inadequacy of the other party, and the stone was moving slowly at the speed of a snail, and Wei Fang knew that this was his delusion, and his remaining memories told him that the speed of the stone was already fast. The only reason why he felt that these stones were flying slowly was that his body was too large, like a human looking at ants on the ground, feeling that they were walking slowly.

But in the sensory world of ants, their speed can actually be regarded as dangerous control.

The celestial bodies in the universe that were silently suspended and functioning in their own roles were shooting out all kinds of rays, which were invisible to human eyes, and they were clear to him in the sensory world at the moment. He only felt messy, like a big jar mixed with sesame seeds, mung beans, red beans, and black beans, trying to pick out all the sesame seeds inside.

Under the majestic power, especially the natural creation of celestial bodies, human beings will always have a sense of powerlessness in their hearts. But Wei Flais didn't feel any discomfort, he looked at the luminous bodies in the cosmic space, and a familiar desire arose in his heart.

This kind of physiological memory, in the long years, has almost disappeared cleanly, and the so-called abnormality is a demon. This desire, which is similar to biological instinct, returns to one's own body and consciousness, but it is not a good thing.

He felt that his "mouth" was secreting a transparent substance, and he "stepped away" his "steps", wanting to swallow the delicious snacks into his body. This is an instinct beyond reason, there is no way to be restrained and limited by anything, and the will of human beings cannot change any status quo.

He could only curl himself up, like a tiny glimmer of light in a myriad of dust, and sit back and watch everything happen from the perspective of a bystander.

It was all going well, and his body was moving at a speed that didn't match his size. Colorful lights, joined together into a splendid weave, flew past him, and he first came to a gray earth, in the outermost part of the planet's orbit, where there was a gray earthy sphere. Above is a barren land, the farthest planet from the stars in the galaxy, where cold and darkness are the keynote.

Weail is a Modri, he is not an earthling, otherwise he must have known the name of this planet - Pluto. Named after Hades, the king of Hades in Greek mythology, this planet is full of mythology and mystery, and although it can only be observed by astronomical telescopes, this planet has always lived in its own way.

Wei Flail saw that he was getting closer and closer to the planet, and he could even see the impact marks of the meteorite on the surface of the planet, which was at the edge of the solar system, ravaged by wandering asteroids, and used its gravity to attract many dead stones.

His way of eating is very peculiar, using his body to completely envelop the surface of the asteroid. It's like a snake swallowing its prey whole, dissolving it by digesting it stored in its stomach.

The process was too boring, and there was no change in his vision, so Wei Flais felt too bored, and fell into a deep sleep again.

He felt a vibration in his consciousness, and he woke up from his sleep, the massive body slowly beginning to move. The captured Pluto looked intact on the outside, but Wei Flail lacked the desire to eat for it, and he could feel that Pluto was just a small appetizer.

And the wreckage of the celestial body he left behind after eating was like a disgusting lump of Xiang in his eyes.

The body moved forward without hesitation, the blue planet was like a table full of people, he had a premonition that if he swallowed that planet, he would rise to another level.

At this moment, his progress was hindered. It's like a big glass enclosure, and things outside can only be peeped into.

Inadvertently, he turned his head to look behind him.

His limbs suddenly went limp, and a thought of surrender overwhelmed everything.

A mysterious body as huge as a nebula, between the real and the unreal, like an endless mass of bright red flesh, with tentacles like water yarrows growing on it. Bracts erupted through holes in the flesh, and were then captured into the great body.

At this time, he realized that the dark universe he thought was actually ......

Actually, it's the inner ...... of this great body