Number One Player

At that moment when they looked at each other, Shang Yinhe's eyes darkened and he fell into darkness.

The world in reality is going away, the world in memory is emerging, countless fragments of scenes are beating in his mind, the explosion of supernova, the aggregation of nebulae, the tearing of the universe, the shattering of the world, the birth and the birth of thousands of strange life. die…

Thinking is endlessly extending, spreading to the endless river of time and space...

"Key node triggers..."

"Recovering memory..."

"Warning! Warning!"

"System error! System error!"

Shang Yinhe opened his eyes blankly, but he couldn't seem to see anything. The focal length of his pupils seemed to fall at infinity, and it seemed that he was simply in a daze, not looking at anything.

…who I am?

…where am I?

...what am I going to do?

Countless memory fragments erupted in his mind, washing away the short twenty years he had been a "Shang Yinhe". That huge amount of memory almost made him lost in the hall of memory.

—I am the "Savior", once the savior of the living saints regarded by countless civilizations;

—I am the "Demon King", who was once regarded as a major concern by the Devourer civilization;

—I am the leader of the civilized resistance army, and I used to be a weak resister who walked among endless civilizations, seeking a possibility;

—I am the patron of the universe, I am the incarnation of the galaxy, and I bear the expectation of fate;

—I am a loser, and what I bring is not hope of resistance, but the destruction of civilization again and again...

- That's me, but that's not me.

-I'm…

-I'm…

—I am… Shang Yinhe!

The world suddenly became clear.

When Shang Yinhe realized his identity as "Shang Yinhe", those chaotic and messy memory fragments slowly returned to their place.

But it was too late for him to sort out the memories with a huge amount of information, and there was a more urgent and imminent crisis in front of him—

That opened [Distant Eye]!

That weird, indifferent, contemptuous eye was staring at him, and it was looking at him with the same feeling of looking at ants, people who are doomed to death, and pigs and dogs in captivity.

It was a kind of feeling that, just by looking at it, was enough to make one's heart shudder and shudder all over.

- it saw me;

- It saw me again!

Shang Yinhe shuddered from the bottom of his heart. It was a feeling that the lower end of the food chain was being targeted by hunters at the top of the food chain. It was an extreme blow to self-confidence caused by the confluence of countless failures. The deepest, most desperate despair...

- Run away, run away!

The impression left in the soul is warning him, urging him to escape with unprecedented strength;

But Shang Yinhe's expression calmed down.

The panic faded from him. He raised his head and looked directly at the strange eyes, a sneer drawn from the corner of his mouth.

-escape? How to escape? Can you escape?

—Moreover...why are you running away?

He spent so much effort, made so many attempts in endless time, and finally found a possible path. At such a moment, why did he run away?

—I tried in the endless timeline, it chased in the endless timeline, and in this desperate repetition of chasing and fleeing, I finally, finally found a feasible answer.

-Come on, let's fight one last time.