He thought he was the chosen one. It later emerged that he was just the chosen vessel.
In the winter of his sophomore year in high school, Xuan Ming jumped off an overpass.
He's not dead. An invisible light caught him and carried him to the pages of the universe. A being who claimed to be the "first draft author" told him: The universe is a book that has never been finalized, and it is the first sentence of this book. It took me so long to write it that I forgot why I wrote it. It needs a successor.
"You are just the lucky one chosen," it said. "Nothing special."
Xuan Ming went back. He continues to live. Continue to eat in the eyes of my mother's guilt, continue to be silent in the sound of my father's cough. He thought it was a dream.
Then the trial began.
Seven Deadly Sins. Pride, envy, wrath, greed, gluttony, lust, sloth. Every sin is a mirror, every time a choice. Every time he passes a level, he gains a piece of divine power. Every time he passes a level, he loses something. Grandmother. Father. Mother. Strength. Memory. Self.
He loves many people and hurts many people at the same time. He uses divine power to satisfy his selfish desires, secrets to maintain relationships, and lies to fill the void. He thought he was protecting others. Later I found out that he was just protecting himself.
He defeated the Seven Deadly Sins. Gathering the souls of losers. Become a reviser. Standing in front of the old gods, holding up the dial that can erase everything.
Then he made a choice.
He sealed all the divine power, restarted the timeline, and brought everything back to where it started. But he had selfish motives. He made his family happy, made himself a rich second generation, and made those who bullied him poor. He left Song Nian - the person he cursed - in the gap of time.
He lost all his memory. Clean and tidy. Living a good life.
And Song Nian was alone in a rental house in another city, with the window facing north. Xu Nian stood on the overpass with blue eyes and a broken sickle. Deep in the dimensional space, the fragments of the sundial vibrated gently in the darkness. The hands are spinning.
It's waiting.
This is a story about "it is better to be a human than to be a god". It is also a story about "even if a person becomes a god, he cannot change his selfishness".
Intention: "Being a god is not as good as being a human. But even if a human becomes a god, he cannot change his selfishness."
