In the endless darkness, I don't know how long I have been asleep, until a beam of light tears through this never-ending darkness and I wake up.

...........

The light shone through the cracks, accompanied by a deep, cold voice.

"Found you, hold on to my hand."

In the blurred vision, there was a hand with source stone crystals on the back, at that moment, I subconsciously grasped that hand, and at the same time, it was also like holding a responsibility and belief, and there was a voice that had been hovering in my ears in the endless darkness.

Change the world

...........

I don't know who I am, I just know that I was woken up from the sarcophagus.

There were a lot of people around, a man wearing a gas mask and holding a huge cannon-shaped weapon, a woman with an evil appearance and a blasting device, a man with half of his face covered and red hair showing under his hood, and a silver-haired girl with a chilling chill all over her body.

And the man who grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the sarcophagus called himself Tallulah.

Who am I?

As my consciousness became clearer, I began to think about it.

Two different memories came to mind.

It was a distant world, so far away that it seemed not to be in the same dimension.

Some keywords constitute a vague worldview, and I have the concept of source stones in my head, and source stones can be converted into my "sanity", or they can be exchanged for some props that I want to get, and that's it.

But in addition to these, there are other inexplicable things mixed in the mind.

The dream of the hometown of the country of windmill BBQ

Soon, these distant memories faded away until they were gone.

Maybe it was just a dream.

Is it a game? No, it's not a game, and the things I experienced have forgotten but they've left their mark in my mind.

I used to be a very stupid person, and I don't know how stupid it is, maybe I'm arrogant enough to think that I can change something, like change the world.

But now, there seems to be an elusive emotion that reminds me that I don't need to change the world, I just need to save something.

I used to want to save some people, I don't know if I succeeded, or maybe this is a critical moment on the way to success, I don't know because I forgot.

............

I joined an infected group called the Integration Movement, who destroyed Chernobog with the help of a natural disaster, and in the face of overwhelming forces, the army of Ursas and the hostile force of Rhodes were forced to retreat.

The members of the integration movement have different personalities, but few mention their pasts, and they share a common name deprived of their identity and home.

Infected person.

.......

I met a girl codenamed W here.

She is one of the few people in the integration movement who is not so dull, she said that she used to be a mercenary, participated in many dark wars, and experienced many things that ordinary people can't imagine, I don't know why W can say these things with a smile, perhaps, she has become numb.

In addition to W, one of the people who pulled me out of the sarcophagus that day was a person codenamed Monarch Slayer, who never showed her face, but judging by her physical characteristics, I knew she was a girl.

I asked her why she had the code name Kingkiller, and she didn't answer me.

......

The life of the integration movement was not a happy one, and after the capture of Chernobog, the Dragon Gate was the next target.

I entered the battle in a daze, I don't know why the integration movement wanted to save me, maybe they just wanted to use my combat command talents.

I didn't have time to talk about the days of the integration movement, and I didn't have much to enjoy life, every day my comrades lost their lives in battle, but until death, no one flinched, perhaps something heavier than death.

I got to know a lot of companions, Faust, Broken Bone, Red Knife, and some strong men with big shields and axes.

There was also a guy named Mephistopheles among the cadres of the integration movement, I didn't like that guy, and for some reason, every time I saw him I wanted to tear his face apart.

..........

The one that impressed me the most out of all was a girl named Frost Star.

She's the leader of the Integrated Movement Spells team, and she's incredibly powerful, but at the same time, I've found that just like her spells, she's just as cold on the inside.

Frost Star's expression has not changed for thousands of years, including taking countless lives in an instant in the battle, and she has never been moved, but by chance, Frost Star heard someone mention a word, Mom.

At that moment, I saw Froststar's eyes flicker for the first time.

..........

The idea of the integration movement is to be proud of one's identity and to actively acquire and use one's own power to compete for the world's justice.

Starting with the destruction of Chernobog with the help of a natural disaster, the integration movement officially declared war on the world.

I know that the strength of the integration movement is due to one person, and this person is the supreme leader of the integration movement, Tallulah.

I don't know why Tallulah wanted me to join the integration movement, or what I was supposed to do, but as tensions grew, she seemed to have forgotten about me as a person.

I can't be sure where I stand.

Should I lead the integration movement to take over this world? Or tear them apart from within, and use their own power to stop this chaos that is gradually spreading to the world, and every day people lose their lives, infected people, ordinary people, and even civilians who have nothing to do with it.

Over time, I have witnessed countless deaths and also felt my own insignificance.

Gradually, it became clear to me that I couldn't save everyone because I wasn't Amiya.

Wait, who is Amiya?

......

A vague dream memory came to my mind, and I remembered someone who had said it to me.

Are you awake, or are you still dreaming?

The scene in the dream is incomplete, it can't be stitched together into a complete memory, there are laughter, there are tears, there is the lonely figure on the rooftop, there is also the windmill on the table folded with paper, and someone with long ears has said that she wants to make Rhode Island a second home for everyone.

The images that come to my mind are as warm as spring, but I feel creepy, are those pictures and sounds really dreams?

At this moment, I had doubts about the existence of this body, who am I?

........

In the gloomy basement, I picked up a screw in a daze, pinched it with my fingers, and spun it vigorously on the table as a spinning top.

With a hard twist, then let go of the hand, the screw rotated on the table, its outline was very blurry, and it was no longer visible its original appearance, it just kept spinning and spinning.

I looked at the spinning screw in a daze, I didn't know what I was expecting, hoping it would stop because of the weakening of the torque? Or is it going on forever in defiance of the laws of physics?

"Smack!"

The screws are pressed against the table with one hand.

Tallulah's icy eyes swept over the people in the basement.

"Get ready, the final crusade is about to begin."

...........

The so-called holy war began.

The first half of that remnant dream was beautiful, and the second half was cruel, but when the scene in the dream coincided with reality, I seemed to understand something.

On the gray battlefield, the last "Chimera" was reflected in my pupils.

That's right, people who have passed away never come back, and I've seen a lot of people I know lose their lives, and there are people I have never met before, but I'm still very familiar with them, and those people are very important to me.

Looking at the final battlefield, I held back the tears again in the moments before I was about to leave my eyes.

I don't know why I subconsciously used "again", but after a long, long time, I knew.

Are you awake, or are you still dreaming?

When I remembered everything, the tears that I had held back so many times finally fell, and I could finally answer this question.

Dream, I woke up.

But it's not over.

I have seen countless "Chimera" reflections in my pupils, and those who are very important to me have lost their lives in front of my eyes again and again, whether it is Rhode Island or the integration movement, no matter what identity I become, I can't change this ending, because I am just an ordinary person.

............

............

Some distant time and space.

"I'm going to uninstall the game, stop playing!"

"Tsk,Isn't it just a single 648 to sink.,This is going to uninstall the game?"

"I've spent all of my pocket money this month and haven't drawn anything, what's the point of playing?"

"That's giving up?"

"No way, I've lost everything."

"Heh, you haven't lost everything, at least you're still alive, as long as you live, there is still hope."

"Damn, non-chief Xia Feng, what qualifications do you have to say that about me?"

Xia Feng sat in the classroom and spread his hands indifferently.

"Because Lao Tzu didn't draw a little sheep in 648 three orders, even if I can't even afford instant noodles next month, I won't give up, no way, Lao Tzu is so iron, as long as I can breathe, the game won't end, because, this is the ark of tomorrow that belongs to me alone, if even I give up, what will the operators who trust me do?"

"Wow, isn't it just a game, why are you so excited?"

Xia Feng's face was serious.

"Yes, it's a game, but have you ever wondered if it's real in a parallel world?"

"Pull you down."

...........

...........

I don't know why this image flashed in my head, and I don't know who Xia Feng is, but his words seem to make me understand something.

I've tried countless things, but the ending still can't be changed, and going back to square one no longer makes sense.

Perhaps, the problem is not in the story itself, but in the protagonist of the story.

At this moment I finally understood.

It turns out that I am not the protagonist of the story, I am just completing my own task, interpreting this plot from my perspective, and the things that I can't change with my best may not really be unchangeable, no matter what my identity is, I'm just an ordinary person.

But he is not, he is a secondary two teenager who is so stupid that there is no cure.

I thought I knew, but the truth was still far away from me, because I still don't know if the spinning top will stop, and maybe even what will happen after that has been reincarnated countless times.

But that's okay with me anymore, I've done my job, and then, it's up to you.

Neither the beginning nor the end, everything flows, black and white.

............

............

A room with a poster of Rem on it.

"Click!"

A thunderclap pierced the sky outside the window, his hand shook, and the mobile phone in Xia Feng's hand smashed accurately on his face.

"Oops!"