I am afraid of ghosts, so I became the most vicious ghost king. I locked all the ghosts in the world in the moon.
The attic was my fortress, my parents' arguments were the clefts of hell, and I fought my fears with water and fire spirits fighting in my body. The ridicule of my classmates was the provocation of monsters. I fantasized that I was Sun Wukong, but the golden cudgel always disappeared the moment I swung it. They say I'm a lunatic. Only I know the truth: I'm the last reincarnation of the vengeful soul of the eternally extinct tribe.
And she is "Xihe" who controls space, my destined other half. Only together can we awaken the dormant power. But in my second year of junior high school, her confused eyes in the cafeteria were like ice picks piercing my fantasy, and her words "strange and scary" pushed me into the abyss. Later, she deleted me online, and her cry came from the phone - I shattered my only light with my own hands.
Deep in their souls, twelve ancient beings debated fiercely: Give up this failed vessel? Or continue to squeeze this cycle of despair?
Tonight, there is no moon. The dead silence after the quarrel subsided was more terrifying than the ghost's howling. The roar of the ancient soul in my body almost tore my head apart, and the coldness of being abandoned by the world burned my heart.
Enough.
I climbed to the window and looked at the huge, blurry cage that belonged to me behind the clouds. All the pain, humiliation, madness and expectations of being crushed are condensed in the fingertips.
This time, I'm going to rip it apart. Let the ghosts in the moon see who is the real king.
The story of a lonely boy who built a world with fantasy and eventually led it to collapse with his own hands.
