Foreword and Story

As Lin Yu lay in bed, fragments of Memory from his elementary school trip to Sichuan with Lin Zhao Lin Yu surfaced, calming his mind.

"If this were some kind of cultivation world, I should have broken through my limitations, comprehended the Great Dao, and then advanced to a powerful realm... What a pity."

Lin Yu sighed softly.

However, in a sense, the "Death game" becomes almost the same in the end... The "Heart Domain" seems to be something that is obtained through "comprehension".

Unfortunately, the process of actively recalling these things just now did not give Lin Yu any insight or inspiration regarding opening the "Heart Domain".

Even with a [A Brand-New Name and Home] and a temporary "Tier 3" status, there was no ripple or reaction.

"Is it that I absolutely have to create this [Empty Shell], or is it because, as my Senior Sister judged, I truly lack the potential to unlock my 'Heart Domain'?"

Lin Yu pondered for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

This question is currently unverifiable. Perhaps we can try again once we have truly completed the "Empty Shell".

Regardless, although he hadn't activated his "Heart Domain," the recurring Memory he had just recalled did give Lin Yu a different feeling.

Tomorrow, I will take the Stage in Shenzhen in different identities and participate in this grand "script".

Lin Yu knew very well that this might be a crucial step in the process of Resurrection Lin Zhao.

If this part was indeed included in his plan, then perhaps once everything in Shenzhen settled down, he might even be able to know most of the "Truth".

"Emperor", "Copper Furnace"...

The biggest secret of the Previous Version, which involved the "Diviner," is about to come into contact with oneself once again.

They were spying on him, but Lin Yu also longed to learn from them...

What secrets did Lin Zhao leave behind back then?

"I really wish I could fast-forward to tomorrow right now..."

Lin Yu thought to himself.

However, there is still plenty of time, and I can certainly continue to make more thorough preparations.

He now possesses a great deal of Supernatural Power, which he can use to "cultivate" and further enhance his combat strength.

At the same time...

After reminiscing about his own past, Lin Yu also has another "past" to glimpse about other people.

Although there is no evidence yet that she appeared in Shenzhen, Lin Yu believes... she definitely didn't not come.

Lin Yu had a certain intuition... even though the other party was only "Tier 3", they would probably play an important role in this "Shenzhen" event as well.

Furthermore, even if she might not actually be involved in the plan to Resurrection Lin Zhao, Lin Yu wouldn't treat her like a stranger.

"Fluoxetine... Let me see what secrets Zuo Xi has uncovered about you."

Lin Yu spoke in a low voice, then took out the blue folder from his pocket.

Lin Yu opened the folder and took out... but it wasn't any file or document.

Instead, it was a piece of... Manuscript Paper.

The Manuscript Paper was written in beautiful penmanship, somewhat resembling the style of Yan Zhenqing's regular script, but more elegant and free-flowing.

Lin Yu recognized the handwriting—it was the handwriting of the "ink characters" that Zuo Xi when he activated his ability, or it could be the handwriting of Zuo Xi himself.

Lin Yu was taken aback.

"Was this handwritten by her?"

Lin Yu focused his gaze on the sky, only to find that he had no idea what those "handwritings" meant.

Although every single "character" is a genuine Chinese character, when Lin Yu tried to "read" them, he was completely unable to understand their meaning.

Because each "character" seems to carry a much larger amount of information than its symbolic meaning itself.

Then, Lin Yu realized what was happening.

This seemingly ordinary "Manuscript Paper"... is imbued with an aura of "Authority"!

A kind of Authority, similar to "information" but different from "information," is hidden in the ink marks on this Manuscript Paper.

At the same time, the moment Lin Yu realized this fact, he felt his consciousness blurring.

"Oh no... we've been ambushed!"

Lin Yu was startled and immediately prepared to take out the [Ancient Notebook] to counteract its effects—since the function of this unknown "Authority" was similar to that of "information," then using "information" might indeed be a way to "save himself."

But before Lin Yu could activate the [Ancient Notebook], he heard Zuo Xi's soft voice in his ear.

"Don't be nervous, I mean no harm... It's just that the way I 'investigated' and 'obtained' information about her past was through this method, by leveraging the 'Writer's' own abilities and some high-ranking power, so this is the only way I can present it to you."

Lin Yu turned around and looked at Zuo Xi — Miss "Writer" was unusually dressed in a gray turtleneck sweater and white high-waisted trousers, and was standing right in front of him.

No, that's not "Zuo Xi," but some kind of "phantom."

At this moment, Lin Yu realized that his consciousness was no longer in the Real World, but in some kind of "information".

He was no longer lying in a budget hotel bed, but standing in a gray, gloomy space.

This is indeed a kind of "information" Authority!

Looking at Zuo Xi across from him, Lin Yu was extremely cautious and vigilant.

What exactly is going on?

Although this space was strange, Lin Yu could sense that it did not restrict his "perceptual abilities," and he could even use the [Ancient Notebook] to interrupt this "space" at any time.

The initiative is absolutely in your own hands.

Lin Yu, Zuo Xi opposite her, could also sense that it was not only not her true self, but it did not even have a conscious connection with her true self.

Therefore, Lin Yu did not rush to leave.

Zuo Xi, wearing a gray sweater, smiled and said, "This is the 'preface,' or rather, the 'Author's Foreword'... Lin Yu, you really are a very suspicious person."

"But it's okay, you should be gradually realizing that this place is under your control now... Don't worry, don't worry, this isn't my 'trap'."

"This is a short story created by combining the Authority of the 'God of Stories' with my abilities as a 'Writer'..."

Lin Yu was puzzled by Zuo Xi's words. "A short story interpretation? Isn't this information about 'Fluoxetine'?"

"Yes, this is about the story of 'Fluoxetine,' a novel based on her story," Zuo Xi said matter-of-factly. "Because 'Fluoxetine's' past is almost a blank slate, all I could find were some 'scattered clues,' some of which were even clues that humans couldn't understand."

"But... just because humans can't understand it doesn't mean 'stories' can't be understood—novels also have a factual genre, and aren't necessarily fictional."

"I've also tried my hand at 'nonfiction writing,' and even won some international awards... Well, there's nothing particularly noteworthy about it, so I won't go into details."

"After all, the protagonist of the 'story' isn't me, but 'Fluoxetine' —I'm just writing the preface."

Although Lin Yu was still somewhat confused, he had roughly grasped the meaning of Zuo Xi's statement.

"So, this 'information' about 'Fluoxetine' was deduced by you using 'story Authority,' and therefore can only be presented in this novel 'form,' is that right?"

Zuo Xi laughed, "Yes... but don't focus too much on the author. I said, I'm not the protagonist... please focus on the 'story,' dear Lin Yu."

Zuo Xi spoke, he gently raised his hand and placed it on his chest, making a polite bow in "thank you".

Then, Zuo Xi's figure vanished along with the gray mist.

Instead of...

It was a spacious room with a gray and white color scheme.

The room had no windows, and the ceiling was fitted with concealed lighting fixtures that emitted a cool white light. The floor was also made of a single, seamless piece of white material.

The four walls were smooth and white, except for one wall which had a huge piece of glass.

Lin Yu was not actually in the room at the moment; his sense of presence was more like a kind of "perspective."

He is standing at a "God's Perspective," overlooking or surveying everything in this "story" from the outside.

Therefore, Lin Yu understood that this glass was a "single lens," and behind it stood some researchers observing the inside of the room.

Therefore, this room must be a room inside some kind of "experimental facility".

And the objects being studied and observed within this room...

It is "human".

More accurately, some children.

Inside this spacious room, rows of simple desks and chairs, all made of gray metal, were arranged neatly like a grid, and there were twenty sets in total, evenly distributed throughout the room.

At each table and chair sat a five- or six-year-old child, also dressed in a gray uniform.

Although they were all "children," both boys and girls, their eyes lacked the liveliness and curiosity typical of children; all they possessed was...

Calm.

Calm to the point of numbness.

Of the twenty children in the room, not one of them actively looked around or moved their hands or feet; they looked like puppets.

Just watching this scene, Lin Yu felt a kind of oppressive feeling that could drive a person crazy.

And "Fluoxetine"...

He sat among them.

In one of the four corners of the room, sitting at a desk, wearing a gray uniform with the number "001" on it, and with two little girl, is "Fluoxetine".

Because of the absence of her usual Fluoxetine expression, Lin Yu almost didn't recognize her at first!

However, through those beautiful eyes and brows that were unforgettable after just one glance, Lin Yu still managed to pinpoint Fluoxetine's identity.

How did you get here?

"Where... is this place?"

Lin Yu looked at the Fluoxetine and murmured with some curiosity.