The words belonged to no living language, so much so that one thought that alcohol had numbed his tongue, and laughter and music overshadowed the old man's words, and the crimson faces of the prophetic masters turned pale.

Chernobyl...... Chernobyl......

The place where a tragic nuclear accident broke out? He had seen it in books...... No, no, not only have I seen it in books, but I have heard it somewhere, and it seems that someone has recited the name of this place to him at close range, word for word......

The dusty locks were picked, and the candles of the feast blurred into tiny shreds of light in his eyes, which stretched along the cobweb-like cracks...... It was the screen of his mobile phone, and before being knocked down by the crowd, he was watching a short news video with a Slavic spokesman in a solemn voice with black Chinese subtitles on a white background...... He said......

"Recently...... Chernobyl...... Oil Spill ...... Land pollution ......"

Wrong...... The timing of this news...... Wait a minute.

...... this vintage?

Haven't I graduated for many years?

He felt chills all over his body, and the aroma of roast meat and wine could not ease him, and he withdrew from singing and dancing and staggering, and walked step by step into the darkness of the long night, and before his brain could realize it, his legs and feet moved on their own, forcibly pulling his muscles and bones, faster and faster, faster and faster...... He fled in a hurry, fleeing from flashing memories, as if the shadows of the past could not grasp him as long as he walked fast enough. Black and white eyes cracked from his skin, tears rolling down his cheeks. He wanted to cry loudly, but his throat was choked by an invisible hand, and even his breath became bloody.

He had nowhere to run.

"Chernobyl...... Chernobyl ......",

The message flowed according to His will, and He instinctively chased the message, thousands of eyes through the wilderness and darkness, fixed on a rusty Russian sign.

The wreckage of the old days stood before His eyes, silently proclaiming the truth.

Who is he?

Before he became Thoth, he was Monber.

Meng Bai is a 19-year-old college student, a pillar of the future of New China, carefree and promising.

No...... That was a long time ago.

Meng Bai is a 29-year-old teacher, a junior high school educator, who was also carefree and had a promising future.

He remembered the way the girl he once liked pinned yellow cypress flowers to the placket, and also remembered her low and lost voice on the phone; He thought of his father lying in a patch of white, so peaceful and serene, as if he would wake up in the next second; He thought of his mother, who had always been strong, her face was as expressionless as a knife and an axe, but tears flowed down her face like streams; He remembered the way the long-haired civet cat crawled up his shoulder, his prickly tongue scraping over the top of his hair; He thought of the man who had finally taken his mother's hand, and he watched them go farther and farther away, until their backs shrank into small dots before turning away; He thought of his half-brother, who was always looking at him with a blank look and a look of wanting to speak.

He never forgot it, he just didn't want to remember.

And then?

Later, those daily life, which gradually healed the heart, was shattered by the sudden disaster.

An earthquake shakes the foundations of a school building, a tsunami takes away a mother who went on vacation to the beach, and incredible changes are taking place around the world, with hot lava gushing out of Mt. Fuji, melting glaciers flooding Venice, unspeakable whirlpools dragging fishing boats near the Diaoyu Islands to the bottom, oil spilling from the Chernobyl experimental site, and the moon stained with blood...... Human civilization resisted with all its might, but in the end everything collapsed.

Later memories were torn to shreds, and the only clear thing was an unpredictable wasteland, and the endless light of knowledge was shattered and destroyed.

The old civilization had fallen and destroyed, and he should have gone with it, but thanks to the wilderness of knowledge, what was left of him was in the form of information creatures, floating in a state of spirit that was on the verge of collapse and rebirth.

New civilizations sprout from the corpses of old civilizations, ancient gods take control of the world from fallen mysteries and gods, the ancestors of the blood clan hold up the glowing red moon, the elven king uses his trident to make the heavens and the sea bow down to him, the giant king expands his territory to the end of dusk, and the dragon of fantasy takes up the pen to play with people's hearts...... A share of supreme power was soon carved up, and the imprint of the wilderness of knowledge gave him the eyes to spy on the secrets.

He became Him.

He is the Hermit.

The half-asleep dream came to an end at this moment.

He exhaled softly, unable to see his anger or joy, "You have taken great pains to wake up someone who does not want to wake up. ”

The Goddess of the Night silently appeared behind him, looking at the steel corpses standing before them.

"It's painful to get out of a dream, but you'll be glad you're awake."