One-line summary: The whole world has been reborn, but I'm the only one who's the original.
Cen Xian realized that after having nothing more than a nightmare, he could barely keep up with the times.
Everyone around him had changed overnight, and their attitudes had become terrifying.
His dear older brother's despairing look: "Xian, I'm begging you, run!"
A strange classmate's uneasy warning: "You should run. Seriously."
A close friend's complicated sigh: "Where could you even run to?"
Run from what? What do you mean, run? What am I supposed to do?
Cen Xian stood there, completely bewildered: "..."
What on earth happened to this world?
The scariest part was that maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him, or maybe the world's server was glitching, but everyone, even the dogs, had bright red numbers floating over their heads!
His eldest brother had a 1, his third brother had a 15, Uncle Wang had a 7, and the dog glaring at him had a 2-5.
Everyone's gone mad. Cen Xian clutched his head.
He heard his brothers plotting behind his back, his classmates whispering in corners, his friends and rivals being lovey-dovey, and... the movie star on the giant screen declaring his love.
Cen Xian felt like there was nowhere for him in this world.
Then, on his way to school, at the end of his patience, he spotted a Taoist priest with an otherworldly air and flowing wide sleeves. The number above that man's head wasn't red. It was kind of green.
A single patch of green amid a sea of flowers!
Cen Xian cried out in excitement: "Fellow Daoist, wait! Let us have a nice, long talk!"
Zhou Ye: "...? Friend, take a look around you."
P.S. Infinite rebirth, no demonizing or whitewashing. The top and bottom take on the boss together.
