His wounds tore open, his flesh churned, and the most ordinary Gao Ming struggled to stay standing. He had neither the strongest body nor the sharpest mind. He had nothing to do with courage and possessed no noble qualities. He was simply the least remarkable person in the crowd.
"It hurts. It hurts so much..."
Tears spilled from his eyes, and he clenched his teeth until his gums bled. He had reached his limit, yet to his own surprise, he still hadn't fallen.
"I can still keep going. I can still take another step."
Dragging blood and curses behind him, he defied the "Divine Spirit's" gaze and gripped the statue's throat tightly.
"I don't think I can do anything amazing. I'm just the most ordinary one. It's just, it's just... I think I can still keep going!"
The bus stop was not far away. Fate's Bus was heading toward it, its headlights piercing the night and illuminating the bloody path behind Gao Ming.
There was no right or wrong among the choices of the past. The dead Gao Mings might have been more trustworthy than the living ones, but in the end, they had never reached the future. With their corpses, they had built Gao Ming's past and paved the way for his present.
Each mistaken Gao Ming resembled the human bricks back at Hande Private Academy. Those students had used their souls and wills to help Principal Yan Xizhi become a dream ghost. That scene seemed to be playing out again now, except Gao Ming, destined from birth to be alone, had no one to accompany or help him. Through death after death, he had built a road that did not exist.
Yan Xizhi and the teachers and students of Hande Private Academy had become a single whole, but