As a social animal, Fang Lingchi has a holiday? Funny!
But as a human being, he needs some entertainment to relax himself, or to find hope to pull him forward.
So he put all his thoughts about "another way of living" into a character named Fang Xunyi - that supporting character didn't have to go to work, didn't have to look at people's faces, and had a lot of time to arrange freely. He was so happy hahaha
That night when the novel was about to end, it rained heavily outside the window. Bang - there's a power outage?
"Congratulations to Mr. Fang for becoming the 48373rd user! I am System Xiao Ming!"
A screen was thrown in front of him: Do you want to enter the novel "Echo"?
He answered: "Yes".
At the moment of time travel, a line of small blue letters flashed deep in the screen - 404 Not Found. He didn't have time to see clearly.
He didn't know that Fang Xunyi was no longer the docile supporting character. In the name of "another self", he took away the sovereignty of the entire world. And the system quietly told him: "The creator is here, and he will destroy you with his own hands."
Fang Xunyi believed it. Because he knows too well: How can a person who doesn't even love himself love the people he created?
The same eyebrows, the same tiredness. One is trapped in the quagmire of reality, and the other is imprisoned in the cage of ideals. They were led towards each other by the same thread, and the blade was as bright as a wound.
It wasn't until the moment of confrontation that they finally heard clearly——
The system never tells them the same thing.
When the truth fell, there was no sound.
In order to preserve the world forever, the two decided to take a different approach - "hiding" is a good way.
In the end, the two used every conceivable method to finally sink the entire world into a blind spot. At the last glance, Fang Lingchi saw him standing in the blue light that filled the screen.
Quietly written on every screen: 404 Not Found.
It worked... But why can't I be happy?
Intention: Even in fiction, it is worth fighting for existence; even if forgotten, we will eventually meet again.