After Dying Ten Thousand Times, I’m Done Dying

They all forgot me.

My name is Gu Chuan.

I have died ten thousand times.

Every time I die, time turns back.

Every time time turns back, the world resets.

The people I saved become strangers the next time I meet them.

The people I killed are still my enemies the next time I meet them.

The people I loved never knew I had loved them.

Ten thousand times.

I remember everything.

But no one remembers me.

Eventually, I understood.

Feelings are a burden, and morality is a shackle.

Only cultivation is real. Only power belongs to me.

I started killing people. Those who deserved to die, those who didn't, anyone who stood in my way, and anyone who wanted to kill me.

I killed until everyone feared me.

I killed until no one dared say the name “Gu Chuan” in front of me.

Then one day, I had killed enough.

I found an uninhabited valley and built myself a thatched hut.

Every day, I farmed, chopped wood, and basked in the sun.

When someone passing by asked if I still killed people, I said no.

They asked why.

I said I'd killed enough.

But I know.

They'll still come.

Because this world never lets anyone who wants to lie flat do so in peace.

Then I'll do it all again.

One last time.