Kill the Gods, Guanyin at the Beginning, I Will Prove the Way Through Forgetfulness

Psychiatrists diagnosed me as crazy, but what I saw was never hallucinations. On a rainy night, the nightingale broke into the door and put the knife at my throat: "You are not crazy, you are the God Feeder." "What you are offering to me is not Guanyin either." East City is being swallowed up by oblivion. Household registration disappears, monitoring noises occur, and memories are torn apart. People will gradually turn into a mosaic of black and white squares, and in the end not even ashes will be left. My name is Lu Yan, and I can see things that cannot be deleted by rules. There is a residual god living in the body, and the erased souls of the dead are locked in the shadow. The outline of my sister breathes in the flesh membrane of the statue, and my mother's name has been written on the death list. The guardian team said that I was a source of pollution, the out-of-control faction regarded me as a container, and the gods of the same type would kill each other if they saw me. The iron law hangs high: God does not see God, and the same type kills each other. Until I finally understood—— Forgetting is not a disease, it is a harvest. Compassion is not kindness, it is a shackles. What I want to do is not to become a god, but to remember the people who have been deleted from the world in this hunting ground of rules, one by one.