The Origin of Light

Also known as The Biography of Confucius

Also known as Wei Lingzhuan

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Authority: Spirit·Mind·Thought·Tenth Creation Creating Organization: Chuanshihui ━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ Mortal Chapter·Curse of the Times ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dongxin It's not mind reading. Those voices were not directed at him, they just happened to pass by him. He was standing behind the one-way glass - he could see everyone outside, but no one outside could see him. The biggest fear in his life was that he would never be able to prove that those voices were true. Br>The only way he could prove it was to believe. And "belief" itself might be just a part of the symptom. At that moment he knew: He thought he was playing with the book. But the book made him think he was answering the question: Every personality has its own. A question with no unified answer. In the end, after he jumped down, he exchanged all the answers for a question that could still be asked: Who am I? " Multiple Identities ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ He is a master's student who has completed his second degree in the Philosophy Department of Haihe Normal University. No thesis, no iron rice bowl, no direction. He is a part-time waiter at Xuguang Coffee, with a monthly salary of 3,600. He was the one who tore up his manuscript page by page on the rooftop of the unfinished building - those 654 pages were sold as scrap paper for one dollar and seven. Reality Ending ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Song's heartbeat dropped. But he wasn't the only one who died. The entire "world" - Fang Mingzhe, Lao Zhao, Foreman Wu, Manager Zheng, the six children from the attached middle school... All the personalities differentiated by Him were all extinguished at the same moment. The rest is the origin of light: "The immortal inheritance of the spirit, The master of the spiritual world, The fire of the song of thought, The leader of all creatures, The tamperer of eternal theory." This road, the road that shines in the dark night, will never return. Song Xin is not important. But the world needs Songxin—— The mirror does not show its face, Songxin commits suicide and returns. The stars convey divine revelation, and everyone in the world is famous.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Authority: Time·Second Dimension Time·Seventh Creation Creation Organization: Future Research So ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Mortal Chapter·Curse of the Age He was noticed by the "Cosmic Clock". The harder you think, the slower time around you becomes. He can complete work in a very short time that ordinary people can do in several years, but the price is - aging is accelerated simultaneously. 37 years old, with gray hair on his temples and bloodshot eyes. Stomach pain, tinnitus, hand shaking... He has already been pushed to the limit. He is not a genius who can't eat the fireworks of the world, just an ordinary person who always leaves half of his soul at the age of 29. On the coldest night in the wasteland laboratory, he relied on the photo of his late wife wearing cold-weather clothes to keep warm. Ashamed of his parents and his younger brother Wei Yun, but it is this mortal stubbornness that allowed him to become a "quasi-god" in the most impossible way in the apocalypse of the invasion of entropy. ——True resilience is never divinity, but something that ordinary people still want to protect after being forced into desperate situations. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Welcome to the worldview of "After the First"

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Authority: History·Third Dimension Time·Fifth Creation Creating Organization: Materialist Society ━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Mortal Chapter·The Anchor of Things He was chosen by history because he refused to let history miss anyone. He ate wheat cakes soaked in soil and slept on the edge of ditches where corpses were lying. The broken pottery is his only paper, and the coke is his only pen - What is engraved on it is not his name, it is the name of those who have been run over by the wheels and no one stopped to take a look. He completely erased himself from reality. No historian has recorded him, and no inscription has engraved him. But that kind of life lives for him, lives in the mouths of everyone who listens to the story, and lives in the dreams of every child. He stayed on the desolate planet for one thousand three hundred and ninety-nine years, just waiting for someone who could take over the book in his hand. ——The real weight is never the size of authority, but the forgotten people, who are not forgotten in his case. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Welcome to the world view of "After the First"

Also known as Song Xin Zhuan