Zongman, a perfect life simulation

Hanada Qi Yu broke free from her hand again, turned around and continued walking into the darkness.

As Rikka Takarada watched his figure gradually being swallowed by the darkness, his soul fell into endless darkness. He couldn't help but clench his fists and shouted loudly.

"Hanata Qiyu! If we are lovers, lovers who regard each other as half of their lives, will you follow me?!"

She realized that after digging so deep into her mind, Hanada Qi Yu no longer had any memory of her, let alone being able to recognize who she was from this image.

Hanada Qiyu did not respond, his actions had already responded to his words - unwillingness.

Is he naturally aloof?

maybe.

The years when he huddled in the small house, looking at the leaves under the crack of the door, that year that seemed isolated from the world, must have completely shaped this indifference and formed the background color of his life.

How can superficial love keep him?

The darkness completely engulfed his figure, and he disappeared without a trace.

Rika Takarada could only watch helplessly, unable to stop it.

This was the limit of how deep she could go. If she couldn't keep him here, there would be no other way.

She could only watch him slowly wither and die...

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Chapter 183 It is indeed the silver pattern!

Huwu...

The wind howled, blowing across the wilderness.

The sky was gloomy and dark, with only the endless howling of the wind carrying a large amount of dust, extinguishing all life.

In the stone house, Hanada Qiyu slowly woke up.

Hungry, exhausted, unable to see anything other than black and white, all I could hear was the shrill howling of the wind...

He threw back the heavy quilt and slowly got up from the bed.

His thoughts were like a rusty, half-broken machine, which took a long time to complete a cycle, letting him know that it was time for him to get back to work.

He is a farmer who makes a living by harvesting wheat, but the land is becoming increasingly barren and it is difficult to harvest wheat, so he can only switch to growing potatoes, and his recent food is potatoes.

It was difficult for him to farm alone, but fortunately he had an old horse to help him.

After putting on a windproof gray-brown leather coat, trousers and boots, he wiped his face with an old towel hanging by the bed and went to open the door.

The desolation of the world is overwhelming.

The gray-black sky and the gray-black wind passed through the wilderness. Behind the sobbing echoes, the huge paleness and desolation condensed, as if a hand was tightly strangling the throat, making it difficult to breathe.

Hanada Qiyu put her hands in front of her face and tried hard to see into the distance.

There were only withered yellow grass and sparse trees with dead branches swaying in the wind in the wilderness. There was no sign of life. He couldn't even tell where the fields he had reclaimed were.

The whole world seemed to be crushed by the severe winter, and spring was slow to arrive, so it had to remain in the dead silence and desolation of February.

As all things withered, he vaguely felt a huge despair. It opened its huge mouth, licked him and the world into its mouth, and chewed and ground them mercilessly.

Then, thinking became painful, breathing became painful, and every move he made was gnawed by pain deep in his bones.

After standing in silence for a moment, Hanada Qiyu closed the door, went to the well not far away to fetch water, and then went to the stable to feed the horses.

The old horse in the stable stood quietly, with its head lowered, its eyes cloudy, and its fur mottled.

Hanada Qiyu stared at it and felt only numbness.

Simply clean the stable and add hay to the trough.

It simply ate a little and then stopped moving.

Hanada Qiyu put a bridle on it, led it out, and then connected it to a wooden cart loaded with farm tools, intending to take it to work in the fields.

However, it just stood in the wind and would not pull the cart forward no matter how hard he pushed it.

Looking at the old horse's cloudy and numb eyes, Hanada Qiyu was silent for a long time, then led it back to the stable and removed the reins.

He walked out of the house and looked out at the vast wilderness. The wind was still howling, ruffling his hair, whose color was indistinguishable.

He realized that there was disorder.

Time has become blurred, and everything that was grand, noble, and majestic is collapsing, breaking down, and disappearing...

The world is plunged into irreversible destruction.

He wrapped his clothes tightly and trudged alone in the strong wind. It took him a long time to walk up a small hill in the distance and gain enough vision to see farther into the distance.

Then, I saw the vast desolation.

There is no corner to hide, no hope to seek.

He turned around and went back to the small stone house.

Before dark, I chopped wood, boiled water to wash myself, and boiled potatoes.

There was only one potato for dinner tonight.

There was not a single book in the room, and after he had eaten, he went to bed.

The wind was still howling in my ears.

The next day, when he woke up, Hanada Qiyu tried to rub his left arm, but it had no feeling and could not move, and it was hanging on his body like a piece of wood.

The left hand is broken.

He sat numbly by the bed for a long time, then got dressed, put on his boots, went to fetch water and feed the horse.

In the stable, the old horse stood in front of the hay and water like a clay or wooden sculpture, without eating.

Faced with Lao Ma's hunger strike, Hanada Qiyu did not react much. He returned to the house, sat alone in front of the window, looking at the desolate world, silent and motionless.

He sat quietly all day, and when it was almost dark, he went to chop wood, boil water, wash himself, boil potatoes, eat potatoes, and then go to bed.

On the third day, Hanada Qi Yu briefly checked his left eye, which could no longer be opened, and then got up, dressed, and went to fetch water.

By the well, he looked down at the layer of pebbles at the bottom of the well after the clear water receded, and remained silent for a long time.

The well has run dry.

He still had some wine in stock, enough to last a few days, but... he couldn't sustain it.

After going to the stable to take a look at the old horse that was still on a hunger strike, he returned to the house and continued to sit by the window, quietly watching the world that was heading towards destruction.

He had neither the wisdom nor the power to deal with such destruction and could do nothing but wait for it to come.

After cooking a potato tonight, he continued to fall asleep listening to the howling wind.

On the fourth day, in the evening, when the water was halfway through boiling potatoes, the flame went out and the embers gradually lost their temperature.

The oil lamp could not be lit, so Hanada Qiyu peeled the potatoes in the dim light with her right hand, which was still able to move, and slowly ate the half-cooked potatoes.

On the fifth day, the sun did not rise.

In the darkness, Hanada Qiyu couldn't tell where he was sitting.

Perhaps the wind had died down, or perhaps he had grown deaf, and all around him was silent.

His sense of touch was gradually fading, and everything about him was falling apart.

He just sat there quietly, without any reaction.

Following the loss of knowledge, memory and emotions, even the instinct for survival is shattered.

When the knowledge of darkness also disappears, only the most complete nothingness remains.

And...himself.

He still exists.

"who am I?"

After a long silence, the sound suddenly appeared.

This question broke the last boundary.

Hanada Qiyu looked up and found herself sitting at one end of a long table covered with a white tablecloth.

Countless white feathers gathered into a giant ball in the sky. The feathers swam and fluttered like fish, and some of them fell down. The faint light lingering around them was incomparably holy.

On the long table, in front of him, a dead moth lay on the tablecloth, its gray wings covered with numerous fine eye patterns, psychedelic and dreamlike.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his right hand, grabbed the moth, and squeezed it hard.

The moth's body shattered and merged into his body, and everything about him was returning at a rapid speed!

Countless noises rang out in my mind, and then a stronger voice stood out!

When his father held him in his arms and cried bitterly, the many voices he first understood reappeared here—

"Eternal life... Elixir of immortality... Ascension... Eternity..."

"Humph! Noisy!"

Hanada Qiyu said coldly.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, for the first time in his life, he completely stopped his simulation ability and his mind became clear.

After dealing with this matter, he continued to focus on other things.

Next to the original moth, a silver dinner plate lay quietly on the table, with only three kinds of food on it: magnolia, forget-me-not, and marigold.

Hanada Qi Yu looked towards the other end of the long table.

A great and unobservable being was there. He could not make out its form, but could only see a brilliant platinum glow and a red cup filled with blood that it was playing with.

He used countless knowledge and wisdom to shape a strong will, and with this will he completed an indestructible self. Then, he transcended all memories, all emotions, all the desolation, pain, despair, and death in his life. In the deepest realm of his soul, he finally saw God!!!

Omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent, so naturally... it is also in his mind!

The great existence that was sensed in the wheel destroyer Ashura in the simulation has always been there.

Hanada Qiyu lowered her brows and said nothing.

He had no questions that needed to be answered, no wishes that he expected Him to fulfill, and so he remained silent and did not communicate with Him.

When he arrived here, he was confident that he could reset his physical body and come back to life!

"May my soul be pure."

He picked up a purple magnolia flower and put it into his mouth.

“May I reap everlasting love.”

He ate the pale blue petals of the forget-me-not plant.

"I hope that I...will remain young and live forever."

He swallowed the golden marigolds.

The three blessings are just a small gift for meeting each other.

The god casually threw the red cup, which landed in front of him, and then left and disappeared without a trace.

Hanada Qiyu immediately knew that He would never appear here again, and his heart completely belonged to him.

He took the red cup, as if catching the wave of life, and countless desires grew.

Reproduce, grow, divide, devour...

He raised his head calmly and drank the red cup.

……

In reality, on Hanada Qiyu's smooth belly, an enchanting red cup pattern slowly emerged, holding the remnants of the twisted vortex, forming a brand new mark.

It's strange, yet carries a certain instinctive and strange temptation...

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