Prologue

Prologue

In a parallel space somewhat similar to Earth...

Removing the wooden door panels one by one, Xu Yue's small clinic began another day of business.

The hazy white mist moistened the door panels, and taking a breath of this air carrying the damp scent of the sea and salt, Xu Yue's eyes were unfocused and completely blank.

He had been in this world for some time already, and relying on medical knowledge ahead of this era, he had managed to gain a initial foothold and acquire this small clinic within the concession.

Xu Yue was a transmigration traveler. Before transmigrating, he was an orphan raised in an orphanage. Relying on his own talent and the path arranged by the director, like a puppet on strings, he muddle-headedly entered school, muddle-headedly collected scholarships, muddle-headedly graduated, muddle-headedly entered the hospital, and muddle-headedly accepted red envelopes, muddle-headedly muddling along until he became a moderately famous surgical expert.

From childhood to adulthood, he never had his own personality, his own thoughts, or his own path. It seemed as though these natural human emotions had slowly gotten lost and dissipated along with each muddled stretch.

There was no familial affection, no friendship, and no goal in life.

All that existed were endless disguises and endless masks.

He passively took the expectations of the director and the hopes of the other members in the orphanage as his own life goals, constantly crawling forward and pressing onward.

Perhaps in exchange for these lost emotions, his learning ability was quite remarkable, possessing a memory that was close to photographic.

A vast amount of professional knowledge, along with the novels and anime he had read to pass the time, could be firmly memorized in his mind.

Yet regarding this, he had never felt any sense of joy.

He only knew how to numbly perform surgeries, numbly deliver speeches, numbly participate in consultations, numbly take part in the suggestions and research of new drugs, numbly donate all the red envelopes he had painstakingly received, and numbly step onto the podium.

Wearing a signature smile that he found laughable even to himself—sunny, radiant, and warming people's hearts—he became a role model, a benchmark, and a moral exemplar in the eyes of outsiders.

He lived for others while wearing a mask.

In front of reporters, he spoke words he had already repeated countless times over and over again, returning to the orphanage to visit the children and looking at those adoring gazes, gazing at the old director's gratified smile.

Yet his inner self remained entirely cold and utterly blank, devoid of goals, joy, or direction, having no idea what pleasure was at all.

He only knew how to mechanically keep walking forward, mechanically completing the path that everyone expected of him.

What he had done before transmigrating was something he now rarely and somewhat failed to remember, vaguely recalling that it seemed to have been on the operating table.

Upon discovering the fact that he had transmigrated, there was nothing he could not accept either; all that remained was that habitual numbness and muddled state.

If there were no other accidents, he would run his small clinic, continue out of inertia to wear that signature sunny smile, and do the things he had done before: see patients, make money, collect red envelopes, and then donate all his income, continuing to operate mechanically with that inertia gear amidst confusion and bewilderment.

Perhaps this was what his life would be like from now on.

Yet, in this numb, grayish-white world, after buying a newspaper with news about the world war and looking at the pictures of mecha in the paper, Xu Yue seemed to suddenly discover that new brilliance had appeared in the surrounding grayish-white world.

It was a completely incomprehensible world, a completely absurd world. It was clearly still the very early twentieth century, having just completed the Second Industrial Revolution.

In World War I, the Allied Forces possessing mecha legions were beaten back step by step by the Coalition Forces possessing Jedi Knight legions, ultimately suffering a humiliating surrender.

Facing this unknown and mysterious world that needed searching and exploration, Xu Yue felt as though his entire person had come alive, and the surroundings had recovered their color.

The original black-and-white world seemed to suddenly become vivid. Feeling his own heartbeat and his own body temperature, he experienced for the first time the feeling of being alive.

Do you yearn to find a true life and understand your true self?

A mechanical, icy voice appeared in his mind, and the next moment Xu Yue's vision went black as he vanished on the spot.

My true self, is it...

Ah ah~ Published on August 23rd, truly right around August, I didn't break my promise.. Originally I wanted to rescue "Interstellar," but the rescue failed, and now even "Starcraft" has been dragged into it. Starting-Point is a bit too sensitive, nothing can be done about it.

The new book is an Infinite Flow one, an Infinite Flow where only the protagonist knows the specific plot. I also pondered the protagonist's personality for a long time; in Infinite Flow stories, if you don't want it to be too dark, this kind of personality feels like it should be just right. As for whether he can go from cold to warm, it depends on subsequent developments.

Seeking support for the new book, seeking patronage, all kinds of requests~

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Because I still have a job and my energy is limited, Integrity Fungus will only lurk in the groups and won't speak. I hope everyone can understand, wiping tears ing