An adventure ought to be fun, and if a fun adventure chose him, surely that made him the chosen one.
Could a me like that die, too?
Shouldn't a game like this be full of strange wonders, but free of danger?
The Blue Star version of Wen Xishu was getting scared.
He had always craved adventure, a life of bizarre surprises, but that was precisely the sort of sheltered ignorance that made people ask why the starving didn't eat meat.
It was like those young women who thought the present age was boring and longed instead for the warlord conflicts of the Republican era, imagining themselves falling in love with a domineering officer.
Or returning to the romantic days of the Wei and Jin dynasties to admire those flower-like men...
When you hadn't chosen a path, you imagined it must be fascinating. But if you actually took it... perhaps it would be hell.
Clearly, seeing the word "death" at that moment had frightened Blue Star Wen Xishu.
Normally, Wen Xishu wouldn't have sympathized with someone like him.
But perhaps that embrace had created a special resonance between one "me" and another. He had sensed that world, and yearned for it.
That had to be a world without regrets, right? Perhaps the Constellations existed as celebrities there. And the Old Principal? That legendary veteran of several wars had finally won peace through countless bloody battles.
That really was wonderful.
And that was what made this so cruel.
Because Wen Xishu remembered these words:
Now, all the versions of "you" across the parallel universes will gather together. Only the winner will return to his own universe and anchor it as the sole universe.
That had been in the mission description.
In other words, every parallel universe was now on the table, fighting