Thoughts in the Fog

Meteor showers tear apart the sky, fog gushes from the ground, and the world dies in the thick fog. Chen Feng awakened to regeneration - wounds would close on their own, and fatal injuries would grow back. But my sister can't do it, my parents can't do it, and my companions can't do it. His body refused to let him go, even if he didn't want to wake up again. His sister disappeared into the fog, leaving only a torn shoe; his parents never walked out of the fog, and he shouted over and over again, only the fog answered him; his companions left him the last food, one after another, and never opened their eyes again. He tried every method he could think of, but every time, the wound would close; every time, he could only continue to live. He became the last human being, trapped in a living tomb. The gods come, three tests, and the last level - cut off all thoughts and forget all the people who have tried their best to protect you. He refused. Then he collapsed, because he finally saw through: the end is God's game, and his pain, struggle, and persistence are just the last dignity allowed to be retained by an insignificant piece on the chessboard. God smiled and waved his hand to restart the world. The warmth and bond he planted with his own hands finally grew into a blade that stabbed Chen Feng.