[Warning: This book is a work written out of the author's head. It contains a large number of secondary assumptions and modifications to the world view. It also contains information about time travel, quantum mechanics, parallel universes, the fourth wall, mind over matter, and wisdom. There are forced plot plots and embarrassing passages such as mechanical rebellion, so please be mentally prepared when reading this book. ]
[This article will be revised from time to time to correct errors and some inappropriate content in the published content, but the general plot will not change]
Have you ever experienced this feeling?
On a very ordinary day, you study, work, eat or play as usual, and suddenly you feel that everything you do is meaningless, you lose interest in the world, and your whole person is frozen in place like a walking zombie. I feel an inexplicable dislike for what I am doing...
It seemed as if there was nothing else worth doing except death.
For most people, this is just a small episode in daily life. It goes away with a shake of the head, and they do whatever they need to do, and life is full of sunshine again. For some people with different pasts, this kind of thought is a sudden epiphany, allowing them to understand what they really should do.
But there are exceptions to everything.
There may not be a living soul in a body of flesh and blood, it may be empty except for the obsession that hangs on the last breath.
Some people are alive and he is dead.
——————This is a biography of a person————————
Chen Yue sat on the guardrail of the rooftop terrace, looking at the sky boredly.
It was a late summer night, and the noisy cicadas were still chirping intermittently. It seemed that the night breeze could not soothe the hot hearts of these elves. Black ink covered the sky and covered the ground with a dark veil. Starlight twinkled in the clean night sky, reflecting in Chen Yue's eyes, but could not illuminate the chaos that had been covering his heart for a long time.
Chen Yue sighed and bent down to look at the distant buildings. A familiar feeling of exhaustion seeped out of her heart and slowly spread throughout her body.
Ten years ago, when Chen Yue was a child, he came to this terrace because of something and wanted to end his life. However, he gave up the idea because of his fear of heights and sat on the guardrail for an afternoon until Returned home just after dinner.
From then on, Chen Yue had another habit - whenever he encountered setbacks in life, he would come here alone, sit on the guardrail and stare into the distance in a daze, letting the time flow quietly. To soothe your tired heart.
This habit has continued until now, when he was twenty years old.
About how many years has it been?
It's been seven years.
The night breeze blew against his cheek, and Chen Yue remembered the first time he came here. At that time, it was very effective to clear my mind. At least my mood was much calmer after I returned, and I no longer had suicidal thoughts.
But as she grew older, came into contact with more and more people, and did more and more things, Chen Yue's heart became more and more numb, and the method of letting herself go gradually lost its effect. Now he no longer has the thought of standing on the top of the building and jumping off, but the fatigue in his heart has not dissipated at all.
At least it would allow him to stay away from the noise for a while.
But the feeling of emptiness that arose spontaneously, and he lost interest in the whole world, occupied his heart for a long time and would never disappear again. Sometimes, when he encounters oppression again and debates with others, he has no idea of resisting.
The result is the same in the end anyway, so what's the use of resisting?
If words and hands were really useful, he wouldn't be here that afternoon seven years ago. As a young boy, his growing self-esteem suffered a devastating blow. His words and actions of resistance did not receive any positive feedback. Even the teachers did not stand on his side. Instead, they severely reprimanded this person who did not have excellent grades. The students had a meal.
As for my parents...
They have been busy for the high housing loan. Sometimes they would not go home at night, leaving only the meals prepared at noon and the small but empty room waiting for Chen Yue.
Over the years, he has long been accustomed to this feeling. He wrapped a thick layer of cloth around his heart and put on a mask with a smile on it. He turned into a fool who was always laughing and a bit straight-headed. He made friends with everyone, but never really treated anyone. Even in high school and college where campus violence was almost extinct, he did not take off the mask on his face and continued to live his life as a harmless person.
Chen Yue once thought about whether he was sick, but the high cost and fear of the truth made him quickly give up the idea. Since I can live with a mask for seven years, why can't I continue to live for seventy years?
It’s just a matter of time.
A long time had passed, and Chen Yue felt a little more comfortable. The breeze of the summer night seemed to have magical power, which could slightly relieve the pressure in his heart, making his thoughts that had been stuck in the past become more relaxed, and he could fall asleep more easily when he returned home.
Chen Yue dusted off his hands, stood on the thick guardrail and stretched. After two hours of night wind, he was indeed a little sleepy. But just when he was about to turn around and jump off, the gentle breeze suddenly became manic, making Chen Yue's feet unsteady and her body fell in another direction.
There is nothing there, it leads straight to death.
The whistling wind blew against Chen Yue's face like a knife, which also woke him up from the daze he had just been in. But Chen Yue didn't yell like other people who fell from the building. Instead, she felt extremely relaxed, as if she had let go of everything. The whole figure was wandering in the air like fallen leaves, slowly falling on the ground and seeping into the soil.
It should have been like this a long time ago...
He looked at the balcony guardrail getting farther and farther away from him, closed his eyes, and waited for the ending that he longed for but never wanted to touch.
"Do you want to live again?"
Amidst the crazy howling wind, Chen Yue suddenly heard a voice.
Live again? Experience again the sour feeling of a powerless person lowering his head and leaning over?
"I guess so."
However, he didn't take the sound seriously and thought it was a hallucination that occurred when he was about to die. After all, people are afraid of death, even if they are prepared for it.
The voice disappeared and did not respond to Chen Yue, as if it had never appeared at all. It was at this moment that he felt his back hit something.
Then darkness came.
————————Then the soul pierced————————
"Where is this?"
Chen Yue's eyes were filled with white light, which made him unable to open his eyes. He tried to raise his hands to cover his eyes, but found that he couldn't move his arms.
Heaven?
He tried to lift his upper body, but found that he couldn't move at all, as if something was restraining him.
"grass……"
Gradually, his eyes got used to the high-intensity white light. Chen Yue tilted his head and opened his eyelids to observe the surrounding environment and take a look at the world after death.
He remembered the scene before the darkness came clearly, and what appeared in front of him now could only be hell or heaven.
But what caught Chen Yue's eyes was a face wearing a white mask, and it was only two centimeters away from his face.
"..."
Two seconds later, screams echoed throughout the laboratory.
"The young man is quite energetic." The masked man who had just scared Chen Yue tapped his fingers on the PAD in his hand, wondering what he was writing.
Chen Yue took a few deep breaths to try to relax herself. He looked around and found that he was lying in a ward - or a laboratory would be more appropriate. There were many expensive-looking instruments placed around the bed where he was lying. Several doctors in white coats looked at the display screens on the instruments and whispered to each other, occasionally writing something on the pad with their fingers.
Am I being rescued?
The corner of Chen Yue's mouth twitched, and a bunch of little question marks popped up around his head.
It shouldn't be.
He frowned, feeling that this matter was not simple. I jumped from the 20th floor. It stands to reason that at such a high height, I should have fallen into a pile of pulp, the kind that no one would recognize. But now he is alive and well in bed...
Oh, it's not good, because his hands, feet, and head are all restrained, and he can't move at all.
Chen Yue, who has been deeply influenced by socialism since childhood, suddenly thought of a possibility that could perfectly explain the current situation.
He traveled through time.
Chen Yue turned to look at the male doctor who had just startled him, and asked a classic question: "Where is this place?"
The male doctor was stunned. He looked at Chen Yue, with big doubts in his big eyes.
"Do you still remember who I am?" the male doctor asked.
"I don't know." Chen Yue shook her head honestly.
Tsk.
The male doctor smacked his lips, raised his PAD and began to dance, whispering in his mouth: "The effect of Originium Reagent No. 5 is quite obvious. The physiological functions of the experimental subjects have been significantly improved, but it has unbearable side effects..."
Chen Yue's ears twitched as he heard a word that was extremely familiar to him...
Source Stone!
What is the source stone? It is a strategic material in Arknights. It is the only way for swordsmen to regain their sanity. It is an existence that makes all swordsmen full of hope and despair.
Chen Yue only knows this kind of Origin Stone. If the Origin Stone the doctor said is really that thing...
So this is the world of Arknights? !
"Uncle, where is this place?" Chen Yue thought for a moment and thought it would be better to ask the person next to him so that he could get the answer more directly.
"Rhine Life Laboratory."
Be concise and to the point.
Chen Yue nodded. It seemed that he had really traveled to the world of Arknights, but this Rhine Life Laboratory made him feel a little strange...
Chen Yue's brain started thinking quickly!
First of all, I can confirm that I have traveled to the world of Arknights. The uncle next to me said that this is Rhine Life, so I can rule out the possibility that I woke up as a swordsman. Then, according to my current environment and what the uncle just said, Analyzing it in words, coupled with the introduction of Rhine life in the game, we can conclude...
Chen Yue took a breath of cold air.
Have I become the guinea pig of Rhine Life? !
No, this is not possible.
After all, I am also a time traveler. Even if I don’t have a plug-in system and don’t live in a ring, God should give me a comfortable start. This is in line with the beginning of the time travel novel, so these doctors must be in Treat yourself, and once the disease is cured, you can start your journey to the throne.
Well, it must be like this... a ghost!
Is there any disease in the world of Terra that would cause Rhine Life Laboratories to go to war? !
What else can there be besides mineral sickness? !
Forget it if there is no plug-in, but it turns out that I just got an incurable disease after traveling through time?
The calmness he had gained from the wind blowing for two hours before his death was completely confused at this moment. He only felt that there were countless grass and mud horses running wildly in his heart.
Then he glanced at the male doctor next to him, and saw that he put down the PAD in his hand and picked up a needle...
Doctor, what are you doing with a syringe thicker than my arm?
Why is the color of the liquid in the syringe so weird?
Doctor, why did you take off the mask? Don't laugh so philosophically, okay?
Chen Yue trembled and tried to break free, but a female doctor came next to him and tightened the rope that locked his body.
"Doctor...you, what do you want to do?" Chen Yue was so frightened that her dialect was blurred.
"Treat you." The male doctor flicked the tip of the needle, and some liquid stained his finger. He stretched out his index finger and lightly scratched Chen Yue's left arm twice. With his philosophical smile, Chen Yue felt that the syringe was not stuck in his arm but in his butt.
Seeing the needle tip piercing her skin, Chen Yue accepted her fate. A wave of tiredness surged into his brain, and the fatigue like a tide slowly but aggressively penetrated his spirit, and the connections between various parts of the body and the brain became unclear.
He felt like he was going to die again.
Chen Yue tried hard to resist the tiredness, looked at the male doctor who gave him the injection, and asked the question he had been wanting to ask ever since he saw the male doctor's face: "What is your name, this doctor?"
The male doctor smiled heartily and gave his answer: "Duckholm Herrington."
"Grass."
Chen Yue completely lost consciousness.
