In the darkness, Bai Zhi closed his eyes.
As his consciousness sank into chaos, he appeared inside another box once more.
—This was the 137th box.
With the experience of the previous hundred-odd attempts, Bai Zhi handled things much more simply this time. After briefly dealing with Fireworks of Romance, he hurried nonstop toward the next box.
The disaster of the Dark Era was [Extreme Darkness], and the greatest characteristic of [Extreme Darkness] was division.
This division was not merely the superficial act of completely isolating a world, but something far stranger.
Not long after getting off the train, Bai Zhi noticed this anomaly.
...Though Fireworks of Romance and he were clearly standing together, he could vaguely sense the presence of several hundred Fireworks of Romance.
In other words, the moment they got off the train and entered this world, they had been divided into several hundred slices, with every slice representing a real version of themselves.
—This specifically referred to Fireworks of Romance.
Although several hundred slices of him existed as well, his slices were merely empty shells. The boxes corresponding to the earlier slices were better off, but the farther back they went, the longer he remained unconscious under the gaze of a certain majestic one.
By the end, this majestic one had not only thoughtfully covered him with a white sheet and lit white candles, but had even creatively changed into burial clothes and half-knelt beside him to mourn...
"Enough crying. I'm not dead yet."
Tearing off the white sheet covering his face, Bai Zhi interrupted this majestic one's whimpering with a dark expression.
"I'm already annoyed enough over here. Can you stop causing trouble for me?"
After going through several hundred boxes, he had discovered a pattern. The later the number, the greater the behavioral differences