At the beginning of the archeology, I dug up my uncle's forbidden notes. The next second, crazy whispers started directly in my head.
Global organizations say I am a walking plague that must be removed.
The Cult of Evil God said that I was the chosen key and must be captured.
They don't know that every whisper makes me stronger.
When the doomsday plague swept across the world, countless ancient gods awakened from the abyss.
I stood on the ruins, and my body began to undergo indescribable alienation.
"You made a mistake."
"I am not the harbinger of disaster, I am your ultimate taboo."
It says that our family's destiny is to become a vessel for the awakening of an ancient existence.
He said that when the whisper sounded in my head, I had to destroy myself completely before being assimilated to it.
Now comes the whisper.
It tampered with my memory and distorted my perception. My most trusted mentor, who records show died three years ago, smiled and had dinner with me yesterday. And my girlfriend, Lin Xiao, was looking at me with the fear of a stranger, because I insisted that the dog we had raised for seven years never existed.
I was approached by a secret cult that claimed to be able to "save" me. Resistance is futile, they say, and adaptation is evolution. They wanted to use the "divinity" in my body to open a channel and welcome a "pure paradise" with no individual, no pain, and eternal consciousness.
