Gospel of Darkness

My name is Chen Mo, and I was a theoretical physics lecturer during my lifetime. I have spent ten years proving one thing - human consciousness is carried by dark matter. Death is not the end, the soul is a real physical phenomenon. My supervisor said I was crazy, the journal blocked my paper, and the Academic Affairs Office scheduled my class for 8 a. M. No one believes me. Until I died on the operating table. At the last second when my consciousness dissipated, I saw dark matter coming in like a tide, wrapping, encoding, and transcribing me. When I opened my eyes again, I was standing next to my dead body. The world is still the same world. It's just that my naked eyes can see the undercurrent of dark matter that permeates the sky and the earth. I can feel that in the shadows of this city, countless souls are whispering, preying on the weak, and dissipating. The crazy things I wrote in my notebooks—about the physical nature of the soul, about the coding rules of dark matter, about a mirror dimension called the Dark Realm—are being confirmed one by one. All correct. Before I had time to rejoice, I discovered two facts: First, I am so special. Ordinary souls are as ignorant as smoke, but I can absorb dark matter, practice, and crush those old ghosts who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years with the formulas I derived during my lifetime. Second, someone is watching me. From the moment I woke up, there was a pair of eyes staring at me from the deepest part of the dark world, across the endless void of order. That look was familiar. It was like looking at something he had been waiting for a long time. And on the last page of my notes, there is a line that I don't remember writing at all— "Chess piece, don't stop. My teacher is waiting for you at the end."