In this world, only the living could feel pain. After death, there was nothing but emptiness, with no more feelings like despair or dejection. What people often called "a fate worse than death" probably meant exactly that.
And people could often find that sense of emptiness in deep sleep.
Just like now.
Zheng Qing's consciousness had lingered in the deep seabed for who knew how long, unaware and unfeeling. Then, at some point, he suddenly woke up and felt a ray of sunlight falling over his head, guiding him slowly toward the surface. Yet the next second, he seemed to be sitting at a desk, flipping through a book called "Life."
The first page was birth, soft and pink, with a loud, ringing cry.
Then came kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, and high school. Every page was filled with fragments of the corresponding periods of his life, memories he had long forgotten returning before his eyes, vivid once more.
Until after high school.
When he turned past the final page of high school, the book's style changed abruptly. If it had previously been a work of documentary literature, recording every detail of his life as meticulously as a diary, then after high school, it suddenly became a comic book.
An unbelievable world, bizarre and fantastical scenes, dialogue that was realistic yet full of exaggerated flair.
As he flipped through the book until it reached blank pages,
the world before his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Voices that did not belong to the book gradually reached his ears as well—
"...I thought the school would send people from the School Labor Committee to guard him."
"...Precisely because we made such a huge mistake, we need to make up for it with merit."
"...Heh, you might be able to fool yourself with