During the awakening ceremony, Gu Yuan's seven rays of light were all extinguished.
The judge typed the word "wasted body", and the badges of the thirty-seven sequencers in the audience dimmed for a moment - only something deep in his right arm lit up.
The first of those seven blank pockets. It's not a talent, it's a tombstone. It's not inheritance, it's stealing.
From then on, he embarked on a path that did not belong to any sequence: using the stolen rule fragments to complete the never-ending examination for others; continuing to wait in the flames of the bridal shop for someone who would not come; and handing out the 20th rejection application form in front of the quota barrier for others.
But he stole from the wrong person - his wife died in her husband's arms the moment he stole her ability. It was the first time he wanted to say sorry, but he couldn't say it, so he just said, "My face is lumpy."
Later he realized that what he stole was not ability, but "continuation". And every life and every pain he stole grew into a pocket on his right arm - bruised orders, burnt orange requests, rusty green growth, dead blue shadows, withered indigo waiting, purple memories, and yellowed truths.
On the day when all seven pockets were lit, he discovered that the eighth blank was the real beginning.
It's not because he got stronger. It's because he finally understood——
"Continue" does not mean walking, it means finishing the road for everyone who stops.
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**[Tag] Strange stories about rules | Urban superpowers | Microgram series | Emotional depression | Slow-burn novels**
Intention: For all those who have ended, continue to start.