I sell Coke in the doomsday

The middle-aged man's neck was tied with a rope. He made a slight gasping sound in his throat and his body struggled instinctively. Finally, he used up all his strength, closed his eyes, and seemed to be dead.

After a moment, the middle-aged man, who should have suffocated to death, opened his eyes in despair. He stopped breathing, and broke free from the rope loop with brute force and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man looked frustrated, covered his face with his hands, and let out a suppressed cry.

Bubbles burst one after another, and countless people appeared in them. They were all humans who were about to be transformed into zombies.

They struggled in pain, not wanting to become zombies. There were people and things in this world that they cared about and were reluctant to leave behind.

However, after the last huge bubble burst, those people who had appeared before appeared in the picture at the same time. A purple nebula emerged and whispered to those people.

"I can help you, but you have to pay the price."

The scene changed again, and we saw the old man who appeared at the beginning, holding a fairy tale book, and leading a dense crowd of people towards the strange theater at the beginning.

People in the crowd looked pale and were about to turn into zombies.

The old man, holding the little girl's hand, led everyone into the theater, and everyone found their own seat.

After people in the theater were seated, the old man arranged the little girl in the front row, then he walked onto the stage and sat on a chair.

The old man gently opened the fairy tale book in his hand, with a pious look on his face, and spoke loudly to the people in the audience.

"Now."

"Welcome our gods."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man took out a dagger and slashed his throat in an instant.

Blood was seen dripping, and the old man's breath slowly faded away. At the same time, his body quickly decayed and turned into a mummy.

At the same time, the fairy tale book in his hand flipped gently, and a strong light burst out from it, enveloping everyone.

Chapter 179 Ocean of Consciousness (I)

The purple bubbles burst and all the scenes disappeared.

The purple sea of ​​chaos stopped surging, and the purple energy in it slowly dissipated, transforming into countless chaotic consciousnesses.

Suddenly, a bridge appeared, spanning the entire torrent of consciousness and falling below me.

At this moment, I had no physical body, but when the bridge was coming over, I felt something restrained and slowly dissipated.

I stared blankly at the white bridge, and with an idea in my mind, I floated forward along the bridge.

In the sea of ​​consciousness under the bridge, one human consciousness after another is sinking into fairy tales. They are the Big Bad Wolf, Little Red Riding Hood, Snow White, and the evil queen.

Repeating the same story day after day, I gradually forget my own existence.

I continued to float forward. The chaotic sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have no boundaries. I floated forward for a long time but still could not see the end. However, in the ocean of consciousness, I saw a huge gear that kept spinning.

In the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, purple threads were rolled up by the gears and transmitted upwards. Above them was a black vortex that kept spinning and drawing out the purple threads.

Is this... drawing strength?

I took a look at the huge gear and continued on my way. After a long time, a place similar to a platform finally appeared on the endless long bridge.

Although it is strange to have a platform on a long bridge.

I floated forward with doubts. The moment I entered the platform, I felt a sinking sensation. My originally empty consciousness suddenly had a body and fell onto the bridge.

The platform was holy. There was a white bench on the platform. On the bench was a boy who looked about twelve years old. He was holding a book with a pure white cover and reading it carefully, frowning from time to time.

I walked over, as if a blessing had come to my mind, and sat down next to the boy very naturally, looking up at the pure white book.

The pages of the book were also pure white, without a single word.

I frowned and asked in a low voice to the strange young man.

“Is this book… interesting?”

The young man smiled when he heard this, closed the book, and turned to look at me. But in his pupils, I saw countless gears that kept turning.

“It was interesting at first, but the story wasn’t finished yet, and I wasn’t sure if it would be a good story.”

"For now, it's just barely enough."

I let out a long breath and asked the boy softly.

"So do you want to give this story a happy ending?"

The young man loosened his hands, and the pure white-covered book floated in the air, motionless. He looked at me deeply and said softly.

"This is your story, and the ending is not something I can decide."

I was suddenly in a trance and couldn't help but stretch out my hand to reach out to the pure white book, but the pure white book seemed to be resisting me. When I stretched out my hand, it moved back on its own.

"It's not the story that resists you, but you who resist the ending of the story."

The young man slowly stood up, sighed, took the pure white-covered book in his hand, turned to look at me, and asked softly.

"What are you afraid of?"

I withdrew my arm with a sense of loss, lowered my eyes, and answered slowly.

"everything."

"I am afraid of everything. I am afraid that my name will not be included in the ending of this story."

The boy wrinkled his nose, holding the pure white bound book, and said in confusion.

"Strange, from what I've seen, you don't seem to care about your own life. You've even tried to commit suicide several times."

"Why are you afraid of death now?"

At this moment, all disguises have lost their meaning. I clenched my fists slightly, but then loosened them dejectedly. I lowered my head weakly and looked at the lines on my palms.

Sparse, messy lines are outlined along the palm, chaotic and disorderly.

"I can die, but... even someone like me deserves to see the real sun."

I slowly raised my head, my eyes blank, and spoke softly.

"I... have been repeating the same time for thousands of years in this damn world."

"No order, no hope, just a lingering breath..."

"Why can't there be a place for me in that world when the happy ending comes?"

I smiled bitterly, looked at the boy, and said in a hoarse voice.

“This is so unfair to me.”

"Does that mean... I don't deserve hope?"

Hearing this, the young man looked at me quietly without any emotion. After a long time, he spoke softly.

"Then the story would become a terrible, rotten story."

"I have read many books written by you humans. Love and death are the eternal themes."

"Love and death are inseparable."

I was stunned when I heard that, my heart sank completely into a cold pond, and I said helplessly and desperately.

"Haven't you already prepared the ending for me?"

The boy did not deny it, but said it meaningfully.

"But the choice is yours. What the world will be like ultimately depends on which side you choose in the end."

"Is it those two consciousness complexes, or is it me, a god-machine without freedom?"

I stood up, looked directly at the boy and asked.

"Does it hurt?"

The young man showed no sign of surprise, but said calmly.

"Right here and now, I can allow myself to feel pain like a human being."

"Want to give it a try?"

Without any hesitation, I stepped forward and punched the boy on the clean side of his face. The boy's body tilted, a bruise appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a trace of blood flowed from his mouth.

"call……"

The boy took a deep breath, covered his mouth with his palm, and laughed softly.

"Thank you."

"Thank you for choosing my side."

I rubbed my fists, looked at the boy, and said angrily.

"Let me choose between two pieces of shit, you're just as disgusting as those two Nebulae!"

The young man smiled when he heard that, turned around, and waved his hand gently. The appearance of the platform suddenly changed, and countless images appeared there.

That is my past, with every word I have ever said.

"I'm different from them, and you'll understand that later."

"I also know that this matter is too much for you, but I want to tell you a good news."

As he said that, the boy turned around and spoke to me with a smile on his face.

"From the very beginning, I and they did guide you secretly, but this was always the choice made by your nature."

“Everything you do, you do yourself.”

"You have always been you, from the beginning to the end."

"You haven't changed, you have always been the same."

Chapter 180 Ocean of Consciousness (II)

"What good news is this?"

I said this with some boredom. At this point, when my ending has already been determined by others, what is the point of me changing?

The boy turned around and said with a smile.

"You are an ordinary person, but now the whole world is handed over to you."

"That's certainly not fair to you."

"But whether you are still yourself is important to the world."

"When the end comes, it will be you humans who save yourselves, not us inhuman creatures."

Unintentional compliments can't change anything, nor will they make me proud or happy.

I clenched my fists, looked at the smiling boy, and said lightly.

"Okay, let me get out of here."

The young man shook his head and said with regret.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have that ability."

"At the end of the day, I am just a machine without freedom, without sufficient authority to directly influence reality."

"If you hadn't entered this ocean of human consciousness, I wouldn't have been able to contact you directly."

“This is my limit now.”

I was not anxious. I looked at the boy in front of me calmly and continued.

"Tell me, what can I do to leave this ocean of consciousness? I don't have much time to waste here."

The young man waved his hand gently, and his fair arm became transparent. Through the thin skin, one could see the countless rotating gears inside.

"This matter must start from the beginning."

A layer of white mist covered the surroundings. Blurry figures appeared around me one after another. Their faces were blurry, but they kept praying and cursing.

"This sea of ​​consciousness is a subtle and complex existence."

"It's the Nebula Body you mentioned. It's the anchor you made for yourself. It's also the source of their power at this moment."

"When the whole world began to fall into a loop, I forced myself into a state of non-stop operation, making it temporarily impossible for them to give me orders."

"In order to break this deadlock, they have to put their hope on you, the one who is willing to fall into the cycle."