I suffer from "depersonalization disorder" and always feel that the world is unreal.
Until his finger was cut by an ancient book and blood dripped on the word "Chiyou"——
I heard the shouts of death on the ancient battlefield.
Eighty-one brothers twisted into monsters screamed: "Remember us - we are not crazy - we are the world -"
Then, I was dragged into the Shang Dynasty.
The system said, let me play the role of the high priest of King Zhou to "suppress the cracks in Guixu".
But no one told me——
Every historical figure I play is an "old god" who really existed.
They are all contaminated.
Crazy.
Gone.
And I am the ninety-ninth.
What's even more frightening is that every time I play, I will be forgotten a little by the world.
First my girlfriend forgot me, then my parents, then myself——
This last play is over and I will disappear completely.
Unless...
I can find the truth before it is forgotten:
Zhuang Zhou's dream demon, what exactly is it?
