Blank, completely blank!

There is not a single thing that should be remembered.

It seems like it should have been in this place. However, I did not have any feelings for it myself, either attachment or another slightly disgusting emotion.

Is that weird? My reason tells me that something unusual may have happened to me, but I can't think of any useful information.

Forget it, let's leave this alone and focus on doing these things first!

My head didn't seem to be swollen like that, and the little I felt before had disappeared without a trace. I finally remembered what I was here for.

Piloted the cosmic shuttle around me to the designated place and stayed there waiting for the next command.

I tried my best to overcome the inner resistance of this strong command.

This is my mission! Why did I react so violently?

I slowly moved to the center of the console with my nine hands on my body.

Yo, it's still the latest technology, it's kind of interesting!

I quietly looked at the well-organized and cluttered equipment around me, and I felt a little satisfied that I didn't know where to start! It seems like I was born to exist for this.

I drove this machine around the universe for a long time, scurrying around the world like a headless fly. Oddly enough, I never ran out of energy, and I was always reckless in using shuttle technology to get to and from the coordinates I was commanded to.

At certain times, the display in front of me always showed detailed information about the next location, and I tried to resist these vague requests.

After all, why would I do this? Everything is unfounded, and there is no need for me to continue.

Every time this thought sounded, I always got a blow in my head, like I had been pricked with a needle. There seems to be something that is inhibiting me from thinking extra in some way.

I began to learn to try my best to control myself and not to think about the things that hurt me.

In this way, a lot of space has passed, and these seem to be a never-ending unknown journey!

If the concept of time has not been popularized in the universe, then the only thing that can measure this change is the change in space. It's a state that changes dramatically and is very easy to detect.

Everything is made up of many of the smallest particles arranged in a regular pattern that I don't know if there is a pattern, and I have thought about this for a long time. So that we and this huge self are nothing, and I started to get lost.

Maybe I don't have to continue living here, or maybe I'm a huge illusion full of fog!

Who can prove that I truly exist in a space identified with my own kind?

Am I really living in my own fantasy! Is this the self-paralysis of a mourner who has never woken up? Or is it a bigger mystery?

As a matter of nature, I began to explore this aspect to a certain extent.

The biggest problem at hand is how to avoid confrontation with ideas that don't belong to you, which is a very nerve-wracking problem!

I began to try to fight it head-on, even if it was covered in bruises. I have never given up on this kind of pioneering attempt.

However, no matter how much my mind touched the invisible high-voltage line, it was always forcefully rejected. But at the end of the day, I will always recover and settle down. Keep doing those tasks.

Gradually, I realized that there was an important problem———— the mystery behind it that didn't dare to really deal with me. So I have more confidence to persevere in doing the kind of things that are harmful to me.

I finally accomplished my purpose when I was in the Two-Wood Universe. I have succeeded in evolving two bodily vessels for me to think about!

One is to perform a steady stream of transfer and shuttle tasks in a proper manner.

On the other hand, I used it to think about the things that I had been oppressed in the past, and I used a lot of space to try to transform my body, and finally I succeeded.

Now, I can enjoy my own fruits, and I'm really excited.

I began to put together everything I hadn't explored before, and as for the drafts, I preliminarily recorded them on the walls around me, and it took me a lot of effort to carve them into the walls over a long stretch of space.

Now I am no longer bothered by what I call the shackles of thought.

I began to list all the dots in my mind one by one, and tried to deduce the potential hidden relationship between them in my own way!

It's something I came up with myself when I was bored, and I don't know if it's feasible.

Maybe it's time to do it!

Who am I?

Where am I from?

What am I going to do?

These are the three most basic questions that have been bothering me for a long time, and they are the three most profound questions that I have carved into the barrier and linger in my mind for a long time.

However, the answer seems to be simple,

I'm a product of this space,

I seem to have existed in this narrow space,

What I do is use what I have to know to do what is required of those vessels that live forever in another body!

Then things seem to be back in a dead end,

Back to the state of calm and calm.

So is everything I have done in these spaces also my own imagination?

Maybe I've been aggrieved for too long, assimilated by the damned.

The spearhead of the matter suddenly pointed to another previously visible appearance.

When I arrived at the Sanlu One Universe, I habitually wanted to record the state of mind I felt on the barrier. It's an assessment of myself at a certain time, and I hope they will show the same charm as I gave in return at some point.

I knocked on the wall, and there seemed to be a different noise coming from the place. I seemed to feel something unusual, but I didn't quite believe what I was hearing. With suspicion, I skeptically slammed the wall again.

The truth is obvious, and once again it makes a sound I have never heard before, and it seems to be an ethereal echo. It seems that across from here is a vast and magical place in the universe.

I began to show unusual emotions that were very different from my usual calm emotions.

It was the opposite of the loneliness of death, as if the whole body had been reconstituted. After a few spaces, I realized that it was what I defined as hope.

A thought crept through my mind like lightning———— why can't I try to get out of this place?"

What was the deep uneasiness hidden in my heart that kept me from trying to figure out how to get out of this hellish place?

A ghostly spirit quietly flowed through the mind. I may have felt something, a slight discomfort that was making my body weak. Gradually, I felt exhausted, and finally I lay down.

Seems to be better off that way!

I comforted myself with this.

Maybe tomorrow will be better, right?

I closed my tired eyes heavily!

………………

Space seems to have passed for a long time, and I still haven't received instructions from the other side. It was my first thought when I woke up!

That's great! It seems to have eased a lot, and a lot of burden has been lifted from my shoulders.

I began to reorganize my mind and try to figure out what had happened.

However, my circumstances had changed somewhat, and this sudden change had caught me off guard.

According to my surmise, the giant space shuttle machine I was piloting seemed to have broken down in some unknown space. I was desperate to use my administrative privileges to regain the opportunity to reboot the machine.

So as to avoid unnecessary breakdowns and bring me unbearable losses!

I was overwhelmed by the truth in front of me.

The shuttle machine, which had driven so much space, didn't follow my commands. I finally understood who was in charge of this small space.

It's the one behind it!

Since my evolution was complete, I used to be proud of my small accomplishments in many spaces. I felt like I had done something like no other. If there were people of my kind, they wouldn't and couldn't do that.

However, this is a paradox. From the moment my evolution is complete, I will transcend them. There is only me in the world, and there is no similarity! Then there is no such thing as the same kind as before, which is obviously very ridiculous!

I am born to be useful, it seems to be a passing finger!

The survival situation is getting worse and worse, and the corresponding equipment that maintains the basic survival mechanism is gradually shutting itself down. I can't understand what kind of message they received in the final moment.

Are they trying to protect themselves in this way? Am I a dispensable pawn from the beginning?

What the hell is going on?

I continued to ask myself, but what I got was a layer of echoes that rippled in the small space.

I began to try hard to break down the barriers that stood in my way, and it was only then that I realized that I had never left this damn space!!

Weird, isn't it? If you can be self-sufficient in a space, and you have something you can do all the time. Then there is no need to think about those extras.

A lot of the things are like this, and I'm in the last space with my mind racing through these things.

But it was too late. There's no way to put into account what I understand!

I've got to find something to write it down.

I hope some of the later ones will understand me!

I don't have the energy anymore!

There's a round black hole hovering in front of my eyes,

What exactly do you want to do?

Never again!