"Is Mr. Fu awake?"

"Not yet."

「…」

It was Tai who asked, Elysy who answered, and the one who was silent.

Fu Jin was lying on the bed, and he didn't know what to do.

The method of the descendant is to force a large amount of power into Fu Jin to force him to awaken his power, if he fails, then Fu Jin will explode and die.

While the three of them were silent, Elysy suddenly looked up in the other direction, "Descendant, the Guild's position is about to arrive."

…

Red, yellow, blue, the colors churned and mixed into strange colors.

Fu Jin stretched out his hand to block the lump of paint that was sticking straight to his face.

The blocked paint ball fell into his hand, and Fu Jin spread out his hand, which was colorful and black and white, circulating and changing.

This place is like an infinite universe, full of giant monsters roaming around.

Fu Jin couldn't explain what these monsters were like, they were clearly strange-looking, but they weren't ugly.

He's like a primitive person who sees a computer now, and he can't understand how innovative and great this thing is... This is no longer something that he can explain by understanding the scope.

No, no, these things are not things that can be explained by superficial human inventions like "computers".

Fu Jin couldn't control his own flying around in this boundless space, he couldn't control his body, just the "breeze" brought by the moving bodies of these beings was enough to flip him over to 108,000 miles.

Fu Jin couldn't calculate the time, but gradually, he learned to move forward step by step.

In front of these monsters, he looks unusually small, like a human bug... No, maybe he can't even be called a cell.

Slowly, Fu Jin learned to float and fly.

Shock – yes, shock.

What does that feel like? His heart was beating for the first time in a long time.

Only now did he have the strength to feel the shock of these things.

He remembered the famous Cthulhu Mythos on the Internet.

Howard Philip Lovecraft once wrote repeatedly in his writings: "The great and mysterious existence of the universe."

Then, Fu Jin had a new confusion. They're moving, they're running, why?

Fu Jin tried to explore, but his route was deviated several times, and countless times, he was blown away to a strange place.

Fu Jin could only stop tiredly, constantly gasping.

How many days is this? Since there was no sun rising and moon setting, he couldn't figure out what time it was. It was only then that he woke up from the shock he had felt at the beginning and remembered the incident.

"Fu... You should go back.'"

When Fu Jin heard this, he didn't know why, his lips moved slightly inexplicably, and he read out two words: "... Amen."

At that moment, a huge suction force came from behind him, pulling him towards the dark universe.

…

「！」 Fu Jin sat up suddenly.

There sat a girl he had never seen before, and when she saw him wake up, she withdrew the hand that had been placed on his shoulder.

Fu Jin didn't notice the girl, his fingertips trembling.

In his eyes, the world beats in frames, like a static sketch of an anime being flipped, "beating".

The whole world felt like it was shaking in a subtle way. The quilt on his body, the bed under him, the chandelier above his head, and even the light outside should be pure energy.

The world becomes a picture of particles, like the dot drawing of Seurat and Signac.

Fu Jin couldn't see the particles, but he felt it.

Fu Jin felt it, but he couldn't distinguish the shape of the particles.

Are they round? Is it flat? Is it connected by a covalent chain?

「… Fu Jin?"

"Hah..." Fu Jin seemed to be awakened by this low cry, and the picture in front of him suddenly shattered, "Hehe... Hahahaha..."

What was that just now? The true face of the world? And what are those monsters? Jinni? The so-called gods of Cthulhu?

Back then... Did Howard Philip Lovecraft ever see the same thing as him when he wrote that?

Fu Jin suddenly remembered a sentence written by Howard Philip Lovecraft: Human beings have a limited mind and cannot understand the essence of life.

Lunatic? No, no, no, he, Fu Jin, is just an ordinary person.

Fu Jin suddenly understood.

Fu Jin's whole body was hairy, he first couldn't stop reaching out and holding his chest with both hands, and then he trembled all over, trembling and laughing wildly.

"-Smack." There was a crisp sound, and Fu Jin turned his head.

The girl looked at Fu Jin's red cheeks and withdrew her hand, "Be sober, Fu Jin."

"Whatever you see in the Land of Origin, you're just a human now."

"Human beings only have a hundred years to live, and you will soon die, reincarnate, and forget all this, just like every ignorant living person in this world now, and these things will only become a shocking glimpse of your long reincarnation."

Fu Jin originally thought that he was going crazy, even with his calmness, he had fallen into some kind of inexplicable discouragement just now.

No matter what he had just seen and how shocking it was, humans were still just yeast in the eyes of those creatures. Human beings are so small, so small that they forget about themselves because they are only those huge beings that wander around in their minds.

Fu Jin settled down, "I still have a way, right?"

The girl knew that he had thought it through, and she nodded, "That's right, free from cause and effect, immortal."

"But you have two paths. One is to join the grave, and the other is to join the white."

"Let me briefly introduce that the grave is a public agency, and the white clothes are a smuggling enterprise."

「… I see." Fu Jin said, he tilted his head, "You're here to invite me to join the organization called Baiyi, right?"

The girl laughed.

Fu Jin understood, he stepped forward and tried to get out of bed, but his body fell to the ground softly.

… His body has not yet recovered.

She reached out to hold him, swiped out the door with one hand, and led him into the unknown.

Fu Jin climbed the hanger on the side and stood up straight, "I will." I... I want to go with you."

His words were a little humble in the calm, and even a little pleading.

In Fu Jin's field of vision at this time, the world was still beating slowly and quickly, frame by frame.

This is the eye that the descendants gave him, and the vision of the grave.

Human perception is a kind of beating existence, and the so-called continuous picture is something that the brain corrects and coherently through presuppositions.

He couldn't control his brain, no, he never even realized he couldn't control his brain.

In the past, when he couldn't even see the real world, he said that he was satisfied, and said that he wanted to witness the joys and sorrows of his life.

He has shocked himself countless times with his guessed hypotheses, but he has forgotten this knowledge countless times, and he has been indulging in decadence in advance and retreat.

His life of more than 20 years seems to be almost like a piece of waste paper at this moment, but he was satisfied with this waste paper.

It's ridiculous.

Fu Jin lowered his eyes, counting his steps step by step in the chaos of thoughts.

If it can't be great, then at least, he wants to see what greatness is.

As a humble insect, he wants to live forever as Fu Jin before he dies this time.