His Gift

On the night of his eighteenth birthday, Chen Tang was swallowed by quicksand the moment he blew out the candles. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in the middle of an endless desert. His mouth was full of sand, the soles of his shoes were melted away by some force, and the sun above his head was like a crazy incandescent lamp, roasting the whole world into a steamer. He thought he had been kidnapped. Until he dug up a body under the sand dunes - wearing the blue and white uniform of Yuancheng No. 1 Middle School, with the same college entrance examination countdown bracelet on his wrist. The corpse was holding a piece of paper in his hand, with a line of words crookedly carved on it with his fingernails. The handwriting was his: "For the 1,000th time. Don't trust Him again." He opened the corpse's collar. Under the collarbone, a line of old scars formed two words - "Don't forget". It was exactly the same as the birthmark under his collarbone. Three days later, he returned to reality covered in blood. Everyone congratulated him, saying that this was a "gift from God", that he would be the chosen one from now on, and that he would be cheated all the way in his life. He said nothing. Because that is not a blessing. That's a hunting ground. Three copies - desert, mountain, plain - cycle endlessly. Every time you clear a level, your memory will be erased; every time you reset, your soul will be drained. The so-called "Chosen One" is nothing more than the fuel chosen by God. And he is the one who has burned a thousand times and has not been extinguished. This time, he didn't plan to follow the script. In this lie spun by the gods, he wanted to find the only person who made his heart feel pain in a thousand reincarnations. And then - smash the whole game.