In a mass-produced simulated world;
A very young-looking Chen Yi stood there in a daze.
Not far away were the traces left behind by an exploding fireball.
At that moment, the young Chen Yi smiled.
From then on, while others mocked him, Chen Yi practiced Fireball.
While others leveled up, Chen Yi practiced Fireball.
While others quit, Chen Yi practiced Fireball.
To truly master this power, he practiced again and again, again and again, again and again.
He had no foundation in spellcasting, only the scant knowledge instilled in his mind.
But... it was enough!
If he could not even master this, how could he master more?
As the days passed, Chen Yi became the only person left in the entire world.
Like a savage, Chen Yi, whose mind had once again been drained to the point of splitting pain, turned over.
Looking at the darkening sky, he watched the setting sun dye it orange.
"Hiss!... It's truly beautiful."
"No matter what kind of road lies ahead, I can accept it."
It was a statement that came out of nowhere.
Likewise, there was no oath, no shout, and no one else knew.
Nor did he need any of that.
Chen Yi would spend his entire life putting those words into practice.
If the past had been denied and become impossible to alter.
Then because the future had been denied, everything became a possibility.
In the future, everything had no meaning.
This future world, this future void, was nothing more than an illusion.
Even if some "ants" were sent from the future into the present through contracts, or some information was sent into the present, nothing could be changed.
Tier 8 would not exist in the future, so that future was no longer absolute.
The past could not be changed,