Strange game designer.

Chapter 815 The Trajectory of His Life
Bored, Gao Ming lay on the big bed in the bedroom, his head resting on a bright red quilt. He had just accepted the third beginner's mission—sleep. He wasn't concerned about the prompt, but he had sensed the presence of the savior in the room, as if the savior had stayed there for a long time.

Just to be on the safe side, Gao Ming wanted to take a test.

Half an hour passed, and nothing happened; there wasn't even a ghost in the house.

Yawning, Gao Ming began to browse through the so-called secondary permissions.

Name: ? ? ? (No such person found)
Permission ID: 00000 Secondary Permission
Level: 1

Occupations: Psychotherapist, Torture Instrument Artist, Confinement Psychopath, Investigator, Filial Son, Conspirator, Ghost Painter, Photographer, Flesh Worshipist... (Search in progress)

Mental Ability: ??? (This refers to all abilities and energies generated by the brain, including memory, thinking, emotions, and mental state, encompassing intelligence, psychology, experience, knowledge, and other aspects. This index has exceeded the upper limit of secondary authority assessment.)
Physical strength: Undetectable

Charisma: 0 (No charisma whatsoever, only fear and anxiety)
Luck: 0 (No luck detected, and it seems that luck is not needed)
Malicious intent: ??? (This index has exceeded the upper limit of secondary access assessment)

Mental threshold: Undetectable

Health Points: Undetectable

Talent: Undetectable

Character traits: Selflessness (You have no selfish desires, only the noblest ideals), Sacrifice (You are willing to give everything to achieve your goal), Steadfastness (Pain, despair, fear, and even death cannot stop you), Extraordinary (Born as humble dust, yet never succumbing to predetermined fate), Retrieval in progress...

After looking at his character panel, Gao Ming rolled over on the bed: "Name not found. This forbidden game is quite interesting."

Gao Ming is probably the strongest level 1 player since the Forbidden Game was introduced. The system is unable to identify his specific information, whether due to damage or other reasons.

After waiting a while longer, and still seeing no change inside the room, Gao Ming took the initiative to make his move.

The dream patterns on his body slowly spread out, like colorful threads seeping out of the house. The petals in Gao Ming's palm fluttered gently, as if the twin petals left to him by the savior had been stimulated by something.

With his eyes narrowed, Gao Ming used this neighborhood as the foundation of his dream, continuously infusing the power of the dream ghost into the twin petals, and carefully collecting the remaining aura of the savior within the building, finally reconstructing some scenes.

The savior did indeed live in this building; he initially lay in bed on the fourth floor and performed similar tasks.

Gao Ming's gaze followed the savior in his dream. As his understanding of the savior increased, the petals in his palm became clearer, and fine textures began to appear on them.

"Wait, there are still people here!"

The spreading dream patterns touched something, and Gao Ming got up and walked upstairs.

"Warning! Get back to bed immediately! Warning!"

Ignoring the voice, Gao Ming went up to the tenth floor, where a hunchbacked old lady was sweeping the floor. She was kind and gentle, as if she had never had any conflicts with anyone.

"It's been so many years, and now another young man has come into this building." The old man put down his broom. "You must be exhausted. I live on the third floor. Would you like me to cook some dumplings for you?"

"you are?"

"My name is... Meng Shi, or something like that. I'm getting old and can't quite remember."

Are you alone in the building? Where are your family members?

"The building used to be very lively, but then they all left and never came back." The old lady seemed to have long been used to loneliness. She closed the door on the tenth floor, picked up a broom, and slowly walked downstairs, gripping the handrail.

Back on the third floor, the old man opened the security door, and warm light shone on Gao Ming: "I have never turned off the lights in the house. When they come back, they can see that someone is waiting for them at home."

Opening the bottom drawer of the refrigerator, there were some frozen meat wrapped in black plastic bags. The old man usually couldn't bear to eat it, so the meat had been frozen for a long time, like unclaimed corpses in a morgue. "Sit here and wait a moment, it'll be quick." The old man carried the plastic bags into the kitchen, and Gao Ming sat down at the dining table.

The cottage is decorated very warmly, as if time has stood still in the last century. The house still uses old light bulbs and a boxy television. The walls are decorated with cute little dolls, and the curtains are printed with floral patterns, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

Before long, steaming hot food was served. The old lady used the best things in the house to entertain him, but Gao Ming had no intention of touching his chopsticks.

The dream markings on his body had spread to three streets away, and the area had been cleared out, leaving only the old woman as the only "person".

"Eat it while it's hot, don't be shy, treat it like your own home."

"Grandma, I'm actually here to find someone."

"No one has come back here for a long time." The old man picked up his bowl, his hand holding the chopsticks trembling slightly.

"There's a photo of you and a child on the wall. Is that your grandson? I can't see him. There are so many rooms in the building, where are the other neighbors?"

"Many years ago they left together and went to a faraway place with the building manager."

"Building manager?"

"Yes, I'm old and can't remember his name clearly, but I know there was such a person." The old lady's memory wasn't failing due to old age, but rather because of the constraints of fate, she was gradually forgetting her savior.

After a moment's hesitation, Gao Ming made a somewhat impolite request: "Xinhu Blood City has been invaded by several unspeakable entities, and in reality, the Savior's friends are being hunted down by Immortal Pharmaceuticals. This city is in imminent danger, and I need to know his location. If you really can't remember clearly, could you... allow me to open your head and take a look at your memories of him?"

The old lady held her chopsticks above her rice bowl, repeatedly confirming Gao Ming's words.

"I will not hurt you."

As he closed his five fingers, dream patterns, like flower petals, surged in from all directions and entered the old woman's mind. Scenes, some terrifying, some sad, and some joyful, flashed before Gao Ming's eyes, and countless conversations rang in his ears.

"actor……"

"Rebirth..."

"Butterfly……"

"Resurrection..."

“A shrine…”

His eyes snapped open, and all the dream patterns chased after the savior's aura, constructing a maze of countless buildings within the small house—schools, hospitals, shopping malls—that rose and fell, colliding and eventually locking onto a paradise.

Hidden within the ruins of the paradise was a dark passage. At the edge of the passage stood a decayed shrine, almost reduced to dust. Inside the shrine were no statues of gods, but only a brightly colored flower.

The seeds of the shallow world bloom in the deep world, hidden beneath the night and ruins.

"found it!"

In Meng Shi's memory, the savior had already died, but returned through the power of the Paradise Shrine.

Mengwen quickly returned, Gao Ming thanked the old man, and turned to rush into the night.

(End of this chapter)