Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

As time went by, there was no progress in the research and people gave up studying Li Mo. Constrained by a "wish" made by Meiyi hundreds of years ago, people began to make up for the "guilt" of past experiments on Li Mo and worked to improve the infrastructure and daily necessities of the mental hospital.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the timeless way of obtaining external information - newspapers.

Time flies like an arrow, and every moment is fleeting.

Five hundred years passed quickly, and his memory began to become disordered. He forgot the original appearance of many things, the time, place, people, events, the general environment... All the memories were mixed together and became unrecognizable. Even their names were all confused. Li Mo could not tell who they were or what his own name was.

His emotions began to spiral out of control, sometimes cold, sometimes violent. No one wanted to be around him. As time went on, his instincts began to become chaotic, and he became increasingly unable to control his behavior.

In order not to forget again, Li Mo asked for an ordinary diary and wrote down what he had done when he was thinking normally.

Can’t die, can’t die…

One day, a newspaper floated into Li Mo's room through the window and fell into a corner where no one noticed, absorbing the pollution emitted by Li Mo when he was out of control.

In the dark and slightly depressing space, the newspaper forgotten in the corner is quietly undergoing strange changes.

At first, it lay there quietly, the paper was as white as snow, with slightly yellowed edges, revealing the traces of time.

Soon, a barely perceptible bright red began to appear in a corner of the newspaper. This red color slowly spread like blood, seeping from the edge to the center.

The scarlet color grew increasingly intense, leaping and spreading across the paper as if possessing consciousness, devouring the originally white newspaper bit by bit.

When the entire newspaper was completely covered in red, a few lines of distorted text appeared on it.

[Li Mo, I am you five hundred years from now, and I am telling you all the possibilities of the future through this newspaper.]

[Five hundred years later, your memory begins to become disordered. You have forgotten the original appearance of many things: time, place, people, events, and the overall environment... All your memories are mixed together, becoming unrecognizable. Even their names are mixed up, and you can no longer tell who they are or what your name is.]

Your emotions begin to spiral out of control, sometimes cold, sometimes violent. You're sent to a regular mental hospital, where there are both normal and mentally ill people, but no one wants to be around you. As time goes by, your instincts begin to become chaotic, and you lose control of yourself more and more.

What are you recording in your diary?

Everyone you knew has left you, and you are the last one left. But you know you can't die yet.

You personally held your funeral and wrote your suicide note.

The moment the last word appeared, Li Mo suddenly woke up from the confusion.

"Well!"

Li Mo held his head with both hands. The indescribable nothingness was devouring his memory, consciousness and even his deeper soul.

The intense pain made Li Mo rush around, and finally knocked the diary off the table, revealing the contents of the first page -

"When the laws clash with the lingering consciousness, it's time to seize His power and return to the starting point. Strange immortality, death restarts. He won't die, but I will. The laws of delusion are particularly special. He will mistakenly think he is me, thus returning to the time point I most need to return to."

Li Mo narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and took out the complete strange pistol that was completed by Irene from nothingness. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

He had waited for this day for too long...

Desire creates weirdness, and weirdness continues the world.

Only this way can save a world that is doomed to collapse.

Not allowed to exist by fate?

But the road is right under our feet.

"boom!"

The sharp sound of gunfire ended the progress of the world. All tangible objects in all timelines were constantly pulled, twisted, and shriveled into a drop of blood that dripped onto Li Mo's brow.

Life is a never-ending sprint, with no end, no return, happiness and pain repeating endlessly... This is Avici. There are eight hells in the world, but only Avici is insurmountable.

No matter how boring or fresh something is, it will fade, become dull and numb through repeated experiences.

But this is not the end—

Everything will eventually return to its origin at a certain moment, losing the concept of time, and death is rebirth.

……

……

"Go home, go home! Go home and play games!"

On Saturday evening, the setting sun was like a gentle painter, dyeing the sky a brilliant orange-red.

Li Mo finished his "voluntary" high school tutoring and walked home with a brisk pace.

The scenery along the road becomes particularly charming under the reflection of the setting sun. The surface of the stream by the road looks like flowing golden blood under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Li Mo walked leisurely along the path beside the stream.

One or two returning birds flew over the water, stirring up circles of delicate ripples.

Li Mo couldn't help but slow down his pace. His eyes were attracted by the golden stream under his feet, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

Two figures appeared on the golden water surface at an inopportune time.

One is mine, with a schoolbag on his back, so whose is the other one?

Li Mo glanced around and didn't see anyone else.

At the moment when the setting sun completely sank under the mountains, a pair of hands pushed Li Mo hard.

Li Mo was caught off guard and lost his balance, like a stone falling into a golden stream.

Swim up!

By the time this thought occurred, it was already too late. The golden stream of water penetrated his body unimpeded. Suddenly, every cell and every drop of blood fell silent.

Li Mo watched helplessly as he continued to fall, fall, fall...

Am I going to die...

Before his consciousness was about to fade away, a person appeared in Li Mo's sight.

It's him.

"..."

Delusion·Li Mo stood on the shore, his eyes calmly watching his former self falling and dying.

"Our world is an endless hell filled with endless horrors. No matter how hard we try, we are only desperately striving for a false happiness, a brief period of peace. No matter what, everything will return to the starting point, just like the beginning, regardless of success or failure, effort or failure, how much we have paid, how much we have sacrificed... The process is in vain, the ending is in vain, and salvation is in vain..."

“When everything in the world is constantly repeating itself, anything of value will fade away over time and become meaningless.”

"So, is there even one thing that you would be willing to do over and over again, and you're certain of its value?"

Li Mo paused and said, "I think so."

"The world is like a bizarre dream. Standing in the present moment, we can never tell whether our actions are right or wrong. Only when we kill ourselves and become ourselves, time begins to pass and life begins to bloom..."

"To endure endless despair and pain, to go back to the past and see them, even if it's just to enjoy a short period of peace and happiness... For this, no matter what the price. This is the only thing we can do, and what we must do."

"Only death can bring closure, only rebirth can bring freedom."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuwang Li Mo jumped down and grabbed himself who had already lost consciousness.

The left hand touched Li Mo's eyebrows, and incomplete rules were given to the surface of the soul.

"Destroy the weirdness", "Restart", "Projection"...

The law of "destroying the weird" given to Li Mo by Falsehood will not exist forever. When Yu Qiluo sacrificed herself, when Li Mo chose to abandon everything and recognize himself, that was when this law was broken.

Only in this way can you meet them.

Before I can see them, I must survive... by any means necessary...

"projection."

False Li Mo used the only "Projection", and the target of the "Projection" was Li Mo.

Soon, the figure of False Li Mo gradually disappeared, and his memories, consciousness, and behavioral patterns were all withdrawn, twisting and deforming under the catalysis of the golden stream...

With blood and skin as carriers, and memory and consciousness as the core, it becomes a dry notebook.

The consciousness is extremely complete, but every time the golden stream flows through, its shape is distorted.

The notebook gradually took shape.

Li Mo's remaining consciousness opened the notebook to the last page. The strange rules made it so that he could only reveal the most objective truth.

"My name is Li Mo. When you see this sentence, I am dying and about to be reborn."

The only thing unaffected by the golden stream was the ethereal soul. The soul transformed into a ball of substantial starlight and entered the body of the dead Li Mo.

Time has lost its linear trajectory, and space has been distorted into countless mirror images, each of which reflects a different life trajectory and civilization era.

There was only one exception - Kiana Kaslana.

Unaffected by linear time, at the moment of Li Mo's "projection", his soul was exposed to her perception.

Almost instantly, Guiqi stepped on all the light in the sky, traveled through time and space, and fell into the stream.

The time and space here became increasingly faint, and Li Mo's figure quickly sank in the golden stream, his figure gradually fading.

"Amo!"

"Don't go! Don't go!"

I saw my lover falling and his figure became increasingly blurry.

Guiqi screamed heartbreakingly, straining her might to push aside the current. The golden stream seemed like indestructible steel, and every time Guiqi waved her arms, her bloodied fingers became even more mangled.

The golden stream was like a sharp blade, cutting her skin. The closer it got, the hotter the blood gushed from the wound.

The several attempts were like being tortured by slow slicing, with the flesh on the body being cut off layer by layer.

"Don't go! Don't leave me alone!"

"I don't want you to leave! I don't want you to leave!"

“It’s like this every time…it’s like this every time!!!”

The vocal cords were cut, and rich scarlet blood spurted out.

Tears mixed with stream water. Guiqi's voice was hoarse and only broken syllables could come out of his throat, like torn cloth and broken glass falling to the ground.

At this moment, his face was so distorted that it almost lost its normal outline, and tears flowed out like pearls from a broken string.

At the beginning, Li Mo swore to her in the Soul Crossing Passage—

No matter how much time has passed, I will find a way to return to her and make her laugh happily like before...

The two of them will have a small home and will never be separated again...

It won’t be long…

He loved her deeply.

Li Mo kept saying that he would definitely save her...

But every time he just used her...

Each time he exploited her, he pushed her further away...

He used her to save Shigure Kirara...

Saved Mei...

Saved everyone...

Finally, all the pollution was eliminated but they chose to throw her away...

"Liar! Liar!!!"

The damaged vocal cords did not heal under the influence of the Golden Stream.

Guiqi ignored the pain and with a "click", his vocal cords were completely broken and he could not utter any words.

Despite this, Guiqi still did not give up and swam down regardless, trying to catch Li Mo who was about to disappear.

Li Mo, silent and deaf, had a dream in which his body turned into shimmering dust, scattered across the vast earth, and transformed into small wooden houses, exposed to the wind and sun.

The turbulent sound of the wind, the blushing cheeks, the pounding heartbeat...

The moment Guiqi touched Li Mo, the cycle of reincarnation completely restarted—

The universe is born, flourishes, decays, and is reborn.

In the freezing snow and ice, Guiqi looked up at the white, boundless sky in despair. There was no light in his eyes, and they were extremely dim.

The snowflakes continued to fall mercilessly, each one like a sharp blade, cutting her already numb nerves.

The biting winter does not feel sorry for the struggling girl. Frost and snow cover the earth and fall on Kiana's swollen and red nose.