Fall in Love with You After Killing Myself 1676 Times

Chen Yan sat on a hill piled with corpses. Underfoot are 1,676 corpses. Every face looked like him. The last step is to kill yourself. Kill once and move forward. Killed 1676 times to get here. The last one was dead, and the body was lying at his feet, fresh and hot, and the blood had not yet coagulated. He didn't know how long he sat there. Probably a long time. Probably not too long. In this gray place, time has no meaning. The Lord God came up from under the pile of corpses. The black and red skirt dragged over those twisted hands and feet. Her hair floated upward, like the tentacles of an octopus, extending into the gray sky. Black and red pupils, the left eye is darker and the right eye is redder. Appearing to be fifteen or sixteen years old. "Level 1677." She said, her voice sweet and soft, "You are the only one who has reached the end." Chen Yan didn't move. The Lord God walked up to him, squatted down, and looked at him levelly. "The game is a scam," she said, baring her sharp teeth. "It's from beginning to end. It's like abduction - pulling people in, clearing levels, cleaning them out, and turning them into NPCs. You go to the first dungeon. Be a passerby. Killed by players every day. Reset every day. Start over every day." Chen Yan looked at her. Three seconds. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Then he spoke in a hoarse voice: "My sister." "What?" "When I came in," he said, "I wanted to bring her to life." The Lord God smiled. "What a pity." She tilted her head, "You will never see her again." She raised her hand. Those octopus hairs began to move, extending in all directions. Something pressed down, pressing down on Chen Yan's shoulders and knees, forcing him to sink. Consciousness was drawn out. Bit by bit, chilly. "The clearing begins." The Lord God's voice came from a distance, "Target: First copy, NPC number 0371——" Chen Yan sank. The corpse is sinking, he is sinking. The knees are gone, the waist is gone, and the chest is gone. It's still outside from the neck up. He looked at the Lord God's fifteen or sixteen-year-old face and the flowing hair. Then he was gone. Darkness swallows everything. —— First copy. The sunshine is fake. The streets are fake. The pedestrians coming and going are all NPCs. Chen Yan stood on the street corner, wearing clothes issued by the system, with an expression issued by the system on his face. He didn't know what he was waiting for. He doesn't remember anything. No. 0371. Passerby A. What's my name? Have no idea. No. 0371. First copy, main street, third intersection, left. Stand there every day. Stand for how long? Have no idea. Stand until the player passes, stand until dark, and stand until dawn. Then continue standing. This is my program. Every morning when I open my eyes, I wake up from the uniformly assigned NPC dormitory. The bed is hard, the quilt is a uniform gray, and the sunshine outside the window is fake - but I don't know that it is fake. I just think that sunshine looks a little... Wrong. What's wrong? Can't tell. Then I get up. Wash your face. Brush teeth. Get dressed. Go out. Go to the third intersection on Main Street and take the left. Stand there. Players walked past me. I don't look at them. They don't look at me either. Passerby A does not need to look at Passerby A. This is the procedure. Sometimes players will kill me. If I'm stabbed with a knife or slapped with a talisman, I'll fall. His vision went dark. Then he opened his eyes again and lay on the bed again. The bed is hard, the quilt is a uniform gray, and the sunlight outside the window is fake. I get up again. Wash your face. Brush teeth. Get dressed. Go out. Go to the third intersection on Main Street and take the left. Stand there. How many times has it been repeated? Have no idea. Don't remember. I only remember one thing - Can't pass the level. Don't know why. Deep in my heart, in the cracks of my bones, something is saying: I can't pass the level. But what is customs clearance? I have no idea. I was just a passerby in the first dungeon, and I didn't even know which way the door of the dungeon opened. But I just know: I can't pass the level. Maybe there is a program error. —— Today is the same as yesterday. Same as the day before yesterday. Same as the day before yesterday. Like all days. I stood on the left side of the third intersection on the main street and watched those players walking past me. Some are in a hurry, some are slow, some are in teams, and some are alone. They discuss dungeons, bosses, and strategies. I don't understand. I just stood. Then—— My steps paused. I don't know why. I just raised my head and glanced across the street. There was a man standing there. Someone who looks exactly like me. Exactly the same from head to toe. He looked at me too. I don't know who I am. But at that moment, my eyes suddenly became sore. Purpose: Learn to love yourself