His Memories

I don't know why I wrote the article, just write it and you can read it, the author is talking nonsense and the secondary disease is breaking out. Big heroine (highlighted) Since I haven't thought about the name of the protagonist yet, and I feel that no name is suitable for him, so for the time being I'll call him "Xing" with one word in my name. (It seems very hasty, but I have been thinking about it for a long time, about 13 years) His perspective: I want to be strong, I want freedom, I want power I wish I had never existed, so that I wouldn't have to be so painful, tired, and bored What am I waiting for? Copywriting: In an abandoned timeline of an unknown version of the universe, there is a tree called "Initial". Its roots are rooted in the core of the Emperor Star, its crown pierces the starry sky, and each leaf is engraved with a line of small words. Some say it is the underlying code of the universe, and some say it is His diary. He is the only faith in this universe. It's not God, it's "the rules". Gods can be killed, rules cannot. God needs believers, the rules just need to exist. And He chose to exist. Every creature in parallel time and space has heard of "Star", although no one knows where his name comes from. Some people guessed that it was His name before he became a god, while others said that it was just a word He picked up casually from the starry sky. Immortal cultivators call it faith, calling it "supreme faith"; scientific and technological civilization programs it and defines it as "unanalyzable underlying logic." He doesn't care. He never cared what the creatures called Him, just as a man doesn't care what the bacteria call Himself. He only occasionally changes a few parameters when creating a new universe. Mix up the physical constants a little bit, tie a knot in the timeline, or insert a civilization that shouldn't exist into an inconspicuous galaxy. Then watch that universe run, collapse, and restart within its own rules. He loves to open blind boxes. Controlling destiny and time and space is not a symbol of power to Him, it is a toy. Every period of life is unknown, and every choice is random. He even threw a part of Himself into reincarnation to experience the uncertainties He Himself created. Therefore, He never interferes with the direction of any civilization, nor does He answer the prayers of any believers. He just watched and occasionally smiled. But these are just legends. No one knows which ones are true and which ones are memories that He rewrote at random. His past is a book that has been torn to pieces and reassembled. Every page is there, but the order is out of order. Some passages have been scrawled over and over, and some blanks have been filled in with completely contradictory answers. He doesn't mind if others misunderstand Him. Nor does he mind others worshiping Him. He only occasionally, during his long life as a god, would think of the life before he became a god. That period of life was short, shorter than all the years He lived later. But there is something in it that He cannot replicate no matter how many universes He creates later. Like pain, like love, like why. He never talks about this. He just chewed that memory over and over again, replayed it over and over again, and revealed that momentary look that did not belong to God when he first woke up. The universe is huge, big enough to accommodate countless parallel time spaces, countless timelines, and countless possibilities. But His heart is so small that it can only hold a few people. Those people have long since dispersed. He did everything possible to keep them. But in the end, He had to let them go. This is the story of His becoming God. It's also the story of Him not wanting to become God. If you ask Him and don't regret it, He won't answer. He will only look at you, with the entire starry sky in his eyes, but there is nothing under the starry sky. So this book is called "His Memories". Not "His story," not "His history," but "His memories." Because stories can be told and history can be written, but memories can only be remembered. And what He remembers is heavier than the entire universe. Concept: People always have to fall in love with something so that they will not wither.