Regain New Life?

In reality, a private house in Unknown Province and City.

A burly man woke up from a creaking spring bed. Hearing the sickening creaking of the metal rings beneath him, he punched the side of the bed as soon as he opened his eyes.

"Boom—Boom—"

The bed collapsed. After the sudden impact, the already worn-out spring bed finally came to the end of its miserable, burdened life.

"Damn it, why do I keep sleeping in this crappy bed?"

He stood up angrily, grabbed the broken bed board, and threw it downstairs.

With a loud crash, the bed board slammed into someone's makeshift shed, kicking up dust several meters high.

"Which bastard did this?! I just built this leek shed!! Ah!! You son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you!!"

The burly man ignored the shouts and curses from downstairs, his irritated gaze continuing to scan the various old pieces of furniture in the dilapidated old house.

"Damn it, they've all changed! I'm about to die, why the hell do I have to suffer?! Fuck!"

He grew angrier the more he thought about it, smashing the sofa in front of him with a punch and kicking the coffee table to pieces. Then, amidst the shouts and curses from downstairs, he threw the "trash" down again.

This not only ignited the anger of the downstairs neighbors but also fueled their enthusiasm for gossip.

"I saw it, it was thrown by 1406. Bro, if I were you, I'd pray I took him down!"

"1406? Song Yi? Impossible. I know this guy. He's incredibly sentimental. This place isn't his home, but these old pieces of furniture were passed down from his parents' generation. He even told me that he specially went to pray for them and brought them back. How could he possibly throw them away?"

"Are you sure? I think we should throw this TV cabinet down too."

"Boom—Boom—"

"Oh... is he traumatized?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's been possessed. Tsk."

In reality, in an archive room in Unknown Province and City.

A thin young man woke up on a long table and burst into laughter as soon as he opened his eyes.

He rolled around on the long table laughing until tears streamed down his face and he was too exhausted to continue. He looked at the files and documents filling the room with a manic expression.

"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"

I will only truly become a Historian when I am remembered by history!

Hahaha, hahahaha, the more profound the history, the more dazzling the light it should emit!

Let them burn! Let these unknown documents become history once again, a history more fascinating than obscurity!

As he spoke, the mad youth pulled out a torch, lit it, and threw it into the mountain of files.

The fire raged and violently devoured the words on the pages, just as the past was swept into the river of time, pushed by the surging waves to the unknown depths of the sea.

"The history guy next door is dead?"

I don't know which crazy person managed to snatch the place away...

It's such a pity that so much information was compiled and then burned in a fire.

Selling it to the History School would be good too; we could get quite a bit in return. Ah, sigh.

In reality, a street in Unknown Province and City.

After Yu Gui through customs, he stayed motionless in a phone booth by the street.

This situation lasted for so long that the neighbors almost thought that the "death" Believer who had once lived on the street had probably dedicated himself to his Lord of Grace.

However, Yu Gui did not die. He just suddenly felt that he was out of place in this world, that the [Faith Game] was a terrifying thing, and that walking on the edge of death, tiptoeing on the tightrope of sacrificing himself and others, was an extremely frightening thing.

So he locked himself up.

It seems that hiding in this small phone booth can isolate one from these fears, thus completely severing ties with this incomprehensible world.

But after a while, various suspicious whispers began to circulate in the streets.

"Sigh, how come that little Assassin with the [Death] skill died? His score was pretty high, what a pity."

"What a pity? You didn't get to sleep with her?"

"Yeah, he was such a sunny and cheerful guy, and so handsome. I'd been flirting with him for days and it looked like we were about to get together, but alas, I've lost my love again."

"You have quite a wide range of interests."

" With the Apocalypse approaching, just love whoever you have."

"..."

Upon hearing these words, the little Assassin once again hugged himself tightly in despair.

The outside world is terrifying.

In reality, in a mountainous area of an Unknown Province and City.

Wei Youxue was a true bard, because he not only recorded the various "wonderful" things in his Trials, but also devoutly searched for interesting stories in the long river of time, and even in reality.

He is a Territory Traveler.

This is a new profession that emerged after the arrival of the "Faith Game". It is very popular, but there are very few people engaged in it.

As their name suggests, the Territory Traveler need to constantly travel and traverse the various fragments of reality that have been divided by the "Gods," and what they are always doing is dealing with all sorts of people.

It's important to understand that in these clearly divided and individually owned fragmented spaces, it's impossible to travel freely as before the arrival of the [Gods]. Therefore, the Territory Traveler will constantly negotiate with players in each space in order to pass through and continue their journey.

This is a very difficult process because you never know which player will reject you on which day, leaving you stuck halfway with no way out.

You'll never know which player is a fake good guy, waiting for you to pass by so you can take advantage of them, or even just kill them.

But there are still people who love this profession. The world has never lacked people who dare to take risks, and Wei Youxue happens to be one of them.

He had been trapped here because of an exorbitant negotiation with a neighboring space, but after waking up this time, he agreed to the other party's offer without hesitation.

Such a decisive attitude made the neighbor who "intercepted" the road somewhat suspicious.

"Hey Wei, you seem like a completely different person. If you had been this generous earlier, would you have wasted half a month with me?"

You're not harboring resentment and trying to take this opportunity to kill me, are you?

I'm telling you, I'm over 200 points ahead of you. Even if I let you come over, you'll be the one who dies. Aren't you afraid?

No, that's not right. You must have gotten your hands on something that could kill me. I absolutely cannot agree to this unless you add more...

"I'll add it!"

"???" The neighbor was stunned. "No, you really want to kill me?"

He looked at Wei Youxue with suspicion, backing away while scrutinizing him. "Are you not going to live a normal life?"

"Making a living?" Wei Youxue laughed loudly. "Making a living is nothing compared to having a road to travel. If I can't see new scenery, what difference is there between me and death?"

"No, something's wrong with you. I don't agree. Go find Old Sun. You've changed."

You've become too terrifying. I'm afraid you'll get so frustrated that you'll want to kill me.

"... Well, we'll meet again someday."

"Sigh, you're really leaving? Add a little more, add a little more and I'll definitely let you pass."