Shen Qingci thought he was just an ordinary quick transmigration agent at the Quick Transmigration Bureau, carrying out routine missions.
That was, until he saw the aloof immortal lord absentmindedly tapping the table, a gesture identical to those of the cold-faced emperor and the obsessive marshal from previous worlds. Then, in the eleventh world, a dying overlord of the apocalypse clutched his wrist and called out a name in a broken voice. The syllables were exactly like the dying murmur of the general from the interstellar era.
The System always brushed off his questions with "data anomaly," but those familiar feelings spanning time and space could not lie. Every target he had conquered hid the same deep sea within them, and the same obsession was etched into their very bones.
From the regent in a game of political intrigue, to a top-tier star in the entertainment industry, to a fallen angel on the edge of the divine realm... The figure he pursued traveled through countless worlds, as if piecing together a shattered painting.
Until one day, when the final "fragment" awakened before him, dark robes swept across the sea of stars, and the pressure of the Supreme God enveloped countless worlds, Shen Qingci finally saw the truth.
It turned out that every soul he had conquered throughout his journey in the mortal world had always been the same person.
The Supreme God, high above and in command of the order of quick transmigration, had shattered his divine nature and scattered his soul while undergoing a tribulation. And Shen Qingci was the one and only "anchor" the other had left behind, unbeknownst to either of them.
The Supreme God lowered his eyes to look at him, a depth spanning countless cycles of reincarnation in his gaze. "I've been looking for you for a long time."
Shen Qingci raised an eyebrow and traced a finger across the other's chest. "What a coincidence. So have I."
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