It was night.
Lights flickered in the distance.
The evening breeze brushed past the young man as he calmly gazed at the moon in the distance.
A hazy moonlight bathed the street before him, casting a faint silver glow over it.
He pulled out his phone with a troubled look. He had only bought it recently, and now two clear lines of text were flashing on the screen.
[Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?]
[Yes/yes]
The young man was named Jiang Feng. He was eighteen, a citizen of China, and had just finished his college entrance exams. Now he was waiting for his acceptance letter. His family had no mines, but they were comfortably well-off. His parents were alive, though they were often away for work, and his life was pretty good.
All in all, he thought things were going well. He didn't want to understand the meaning of life, and he didn't want to become a minion of the Lord God.
But these two options had left him at a loss for words.
He liked surfing the internet, and those two lines had already been done to death on Qidian Chinese Network.
He'd imagined a scene like this before, but now that it was actually happening, he found himself hesitating.
Jiang Feng had even wondered whether some hacker had sent him a virus, waiting for some chuuni to click it so they could make off with the boy's WeChat account and bank card.
After much hesitation, he ultimately didn't click.
However you looked at it, not clicking seemed like the better choice.
Then the phone stayed lit from last night until now. Thanks to it, Jiang Feng had gone a whole day without using his phone.
He tried to use someone else's phone, only to find that its previously lit screen went black, then displayed the same two lines again.
Jiang Feng fell into thought.
He pondered in silence.
He had no clue.
He returned to the question before him: Should he click?
It feels like something really bad will happen if I click.
After all, one option was "Yes" and the other was "yes." It was like signing away his freedom.
Lost in thought, he found himself walking along the deserted street beneath the night sky.
But the next moment, he had nothing left to worry about.
A New World portal came hurtling toward him at breakneck speed. He barely had time to react before the tremendous momentum and impact shattered everything around him. Amid the screech and tearing of metal, Jiang Feng was sent flying like a kite with its string cut.
Pain struck, and almost instantly, it overwhelmed his consciousness.
Then he lost consciousness.
Jiang Feng had no idea where the car had come from. It seemed to have appeared out of thin air. At that speed, it should have been deafening on such a quiet night.
Yet he hadn't heard a thing. The car had seemed to materialize right beside him.
When Jiang Feng opened his eyes again, he found himself in a vast white world.
Confused, he looked around. Grayish-white mist surrounded him, hazy and indistinct.
He felt his arms and legs. His body was intact, nothing like the mangled mess he'd expected after a car crash. Jiang Feng tried taking a step forward. His foot touched the white world, sending ripples across it.
Jiang Feng frowned and pondered. If nothing unexpected had happened, he should be dead.
How strange. First those lines of text, and now a car had come to pick him up.
Were there really so many ways to get transported to another world these days?
And they were so afraid he'd refuse. Were there quotas to meet for transporting people now?
But what was he supposed to do?
He tried to speak, only to find he couldn't make a sound. More precisely, his mouth moved, but no sound came out.
It was as if this place were a vacuum.
He looked around in confusion and waited a while, but no Lord God appeared, nor did anyone claiming to be Aqua, the Goddess of Wisdom. He grew restless.
Jiang Feng grumbled to himself: You forcibly dragged me here, and now that I'm at work, there isn't even anyone who calls themselves my senior to greet me.
So he simply began to wander aimlessly.
The white world stretched on without end. He couldn't see where it stopped.
In that vast white world, the only one walking alone was a young man.
There was no one else. Only him.
He had no idea how far he'd walked or how many steps he'd taken.
At last, loneliness began to spread through the young man's heart. It transformed into fear and swept over him.
At first, he'd looked around in every direction. Now, he walked on in silence, calm and quiet.
The road was long and lifeless. He couldn't hear a single sound, nor could he see a trace of life.
There was no color. Everywhere was white. All that remained was silence.
What was this?
A bitter smile tugged at Jiang Feng's lips.
He'd made it here, but there was no Lord God. All that had been left for him was this vast white world.
He felt tired and weak.
He wanted to sit down and rest for a while.
So Jiang Feng sat on the ground, and ripples spread through the white world once more.
He raised his eyes and began looking around.
The white world had no color, no warmth. It was nothing but a vast expanse of white.
It was like a blank canvas waiting for an artist to splash it with color, or a brand-new book waiting for an author to fill its pages.
A bold thought suddenly came to Jiang Feng: There is no Lord God, nor is there a goddess. Could it be that I'm the author of this world?
He began to remember the quiet night before the car had hit him.
Night blanketed the entire city, and bright neon signs flickered in the darkness. Fewer and fewer people were out on the streets; only a few drunks staggered along. The night breeze brushed through the leaves, making them rustle as if whispering something.
The distant skyscrapers blazed with light, like a giant castle standing in the darkness. The shops on both sides of the street had already closed, and only a few late-night eateries were still open. Their tempting aromas drifted outside, making mouths water.
Suddenly, a cat slipped out from a street corner and crept toward a trash can. It sniffed, then licked at something, making a soft smacking sound. Not far away, a dog began to bark, breaking the quiet of the night.
He had been walking through the city beneath that night sky.
Stars twinkled overhead, like countless diamonds scattered across the black canopy. The moon showed half its face, casting a gentle glow. A nightingale began to sing in the distance, its clear notes echoing through the air.
The city beneath the night sky seemed like a mysterious world, full of the unknown and the imaginable. It made Jiang Feng feel refreshed and at ease, but also lonely and desolate.
The world began to change. The once-white landscape was turned upside down. Jiang Feng raised his eyes. The sky was no longer a vast expanse of white, but a pitch-black night. The bright moon spilled silver light over everything, and the streets grew lively. A black-and-white cat appeared before him, and scene after scene spread rapidly outward from where Jiang Feng stood. He remained right there, standing quietly.
His loneliness vanished, and his fear of the unknown faded. In their place came a powerful sense of wonder.
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