Song Huaijin felt like a stone skipping across water. The only difference was that the stone crossed a stream, while he crossed a sea of stars. He saw a lifeless planet, like one of countless reefs in a river that not even moss was willing to cling to.
After who knew how long, he finally spotted a vibrant planet and plunged into it like a thirsty desert traveler stumbling upon an oasis.
Then he heard a voice, both majestic and kind.
“What a resilient, unyielding soul, used as a mere stepping stone to scout the way. How pitiful, how tragic!”
Song Huaijin felt dazed for a moment, then asked, “Am I just a soul?”
“Yes.”
But Song Huaijin refused to accept it. “No! Even if I’m just a soul, I’m an interesting one.”
“Haha, and how interesting are you?”
Song Huaijin replied, “For example, if anyone used me as a stepping stone, I’d do everything I could to become an obstacle in their way. Then I’d make them trip over me and apologize, preferably with their face bloodied as an offering to me!”
“Now that’s interesting! Then I’ll grant your wish. You may forget everything that’s happening now, but I hope that one day you’ll be just as interesting and just as gutsy as you are now!”
Song Huaijin thought that was only right. After all, he dreamed of being a man who lived off a woman. As he thought about it, his consciousness gradually sank into the depths of chaos.
