Alone in the Infinite

Wen Heng always felt that life was steeped in a strange feeling, like the surface of an unfathomably deep abyss, eternally calm. Even he himself was calm. The world seemed preordained, with every cog turning precisely. No one could disrupt this "balance."

He had thought he would grow up in an ordinary family, live an ordinary life, and become an ordinary cog in society, staying busy and fulfilled.

That was before the gas leak half a month ago.

After the leak, he discovered that he could somehow hear other people's thoughts. Was this a hallucination caused by gas poisoning? Wen Heng stared at the captions appearing above his neighbor's head and fell into thought... Isn't she basically a game NPC?

He liked watching the captions above people's heads scroll by, exposing one private, sensitive secret after another. Their boundless malice had nowhere to hide. Watching the undercurrents stir in the hearts of people wearing smiles, he quietly began to muddy the waters.

The more he stirred things up, the murkier the waters became. Malice continued to gather, almost as if it had become tangible, until it began to cling to him.

His vision was swallowed by darkness. When he came to, he had entered Hell.

Wen Heng: ???

I don't even believe in a religion! And isn't this setting from a foreign country???

Theme: Dust returns to dust, earth to earth. Good and evil each have their consequences.