Before the Gods Come

Introduction·Part 1 Xie Linan has a secret. He couldn't remember anyone. Friends, teammates, NPCs he talked to, partners who cleared the level side by side - within three days at most, those faces were blurred into a fog in his memory. So he never formed a team, never made close friends, never asked where he came from, or where he was going back. Until he met someone in the copy. The man stood under the broken light tube, his profile cut in half by the shadow, and he looked like he had been waiting for the elevator for three thousand years. Xie Linan brushed his shoulder and walked out. He walked ten or twenty steps and turned back—— I found that I remembered his facial features. "What's your name?" "Shen Xi." This is their first conversation. Xie Linan didn't know why he remembered him. I don't know why Shen Xi looked at him like he was looking at an old friend who was lost and found. Introduction·Part 2 Shen Xi searched for three thousand years. From the ancient battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, to the modern world of feasting and feasting; from the high platform where people were enshrined as gods, to the copy that no one cares about. He's looking for someone. The man had a pair of extremely black eyes, which were as warm as extinguished incense and sharp as an unsheathed knife. That man sealed a disaster that could destroy the world three thousand years ago. The price was that he would be wiped out, reincarnated, and lose his memory forever. The man said to him before he died: "I don't blame you. Just stop." Shen Xi couldn't stop. He walked with this sentence for three thousand years, chasing every figure with that person's shadow on his back to confirm, and looking at every similar face over and over again. Until in a dilapidated corridor of a certain two-star dungeon, a young player walked past him. When he lowered his head, a reddish old mark was revealed on the back of his neck. Shen Xi stood there and did not pursue him. He just said in a very low voice amidst the noise of people: "... Found it." Introduction·Part 3 There is no god in unlimited streaming games. There is no creator, no master control system, no hand from above that controls all living beings. This game was a program written by Xie Linan before his death a thousand years ago. ——If he is still willing to go into desperate situations for that person after reincarnation, the seal will be completely lifted and that person will be free. ——If he chooses to live alone, the program will erase all memories of that person about him, and the two will never meet each other. Xie Linan didn't know this. He only knows that every time he clears a dungeon, he will meet an "old friend". The old leader of the underwater troupe called him "Your Highness" and waited for him for a thousand years to listen to "The Palace of Eternal Life". General Guhun from the field hospital saluted him and said, "Your Highness has never failed the country, it is the country that has failed His Highness." He knelt down for three thousand years. There was also the judge with a green face and red clothes. The case was piled with papers. When he saw him, his red pen fell to the ground and he asked in a hoarse voice: "You are still alive... Justice is three thousand years late. Do you still want it?" Xie Linan doesn't even remember. He just walked along, picking up those broken memories along the way, and sending away those who were waiting for him. Until he walked into the last copy and faced the handwritten program and two options that he had been waiting for for thousands of years. The system asked him: Which one do you choose? Xie Linan didn't look at the screen. He looked at the man behind him - the man who hadn't closed his eyes in three thousand years, who hadn't stopped walking in three thousand years, and whose name hadn't been called in three thousand years. "Ah Xi." He called. "I'm back." Introduction·Part 4 This is not a horror game. This is the way to fulfill God's wishes. ——You ask me why I can't remember everyone but you? ——Maybe you waited too long. ——It's been so long that my soul can't bear to forget it. Fifteen terrifying copies, three thousand years of obsession with an old friend. One has forgotten everything, and the other has found everything. Traveling through thousands of rivers and mountains, you are still the only place in this world. "You are the only one in this world who treats me as a human being." "I don't want your life." "I want you." Concept: Forgetting is the self-protection of the soul, remembering is the instinct of love that spans thousands of years. When a person is forgotten by the whole world, is there anyone willing to remember him? When a person is destined to be unable to remember anyone, is there anyone else who can be his exception? This is a story about "waiting" and "returning"—— Those who wait have spent three thousand years learning restraint and gentleness, The people who have returned have forgotten again and again to prove: the real remembering is not in memory, but in instinct. This is also a story about "divinity" and "humanity"—— People who are worshiped as gods would rather become mortals just to be loved as ordinary people by someone. People who thought they were ordinary people exchanged one life for another and taught the gods what "humanity" is. Love is not possession, sacrifice, or even remembering. Love is that even if I forget you a thousand times, my soul will still walk towards you when I meet you for the ten thousandth time.