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Zheng Yingxiong opened his eyes while lying on the desk.

Touching the hard and cold surface of the school desk, he realized that he had woken up in the classroom.

He sighed quietly to himself.

Although he didn’t know what had happened, it seemed like everything had started over again.

In this land of despair, it seemed that no matter how hard one tried, everything would ultimately turn to bubbles.

This time would be the same as every other time before—his deskmate Xu Jiahua would be criticized by the teacher, and then become his friend for a day.

How… heartbreaking… this prison was?

This journey had been far too exhausting… Zheng Yingxiong had never felt this weary before.

In two days, he would experience the earthquake again, ride his bicycle once more, depart from “Jade City,” leave that land of despair that had broken his heart through countless days and months, and go searching for a new land of despair.

Could all of this truly be endless?

Before even getting up, Zheng Yingxiong was already lying on the desk, quietly sobbing.

A few seconds later, he felt his nose itch. He reached up to touch it, and saw a trace of bright red on his fingertips.

“Hmm…?”

A nosebleed…?

He had returned to reality, yet his body still bore injuries from the prison.

He froze as if electrocuted, instantly standing up and looking around.

Only then did he discover that although he was in the classroom, the entire classroom was quiet and empty—not a single person in sight.

He felt something was wrong. He immediately rushed out the door and ran toward home.

What on earth was going on…?

An empty school…?

The heavy footsteps of sandaled feet echoed through the corridor, flew down the stairs, and landed on the street.

But he never saw a single person.

Zhang Chenze groggily opened her eyes to find herself facing an empty wedding venue.

She was sitting at the main table, where steaming hot dishes were still placed.

Her expression shifted slightly. Remembering where she was, she suddenly turned around to look for Little Sun beside her.

But the dining table, the stage, and the entire hall were all empty—it had transformed into an eerily deserted wedding with no one present.

Warm-up music was playing emptily throughout the hall, with photos of the newlyweds getting married that day scrolling on the screen, but the world was empty.

This place seemed like reality… but also not quite?

So everything… had failed once again?

But she had clearly succeeded… She had clearly been in that room, amidst all the chaos, when everyone else was at a loss, calmly and accurately performed “Soul Migration” on Qinglong, transferring him onto a small twig.

But why hadn’t it succeeded…?

The consequences of this failure seemed even more severe, even affecting this illusory reality, causing the people here to disappear.

But if it had failed… then why restore all her memories at the last moment?

She not only remembered everything from that “Land of Terminus,” but also remembered a promise.

Someone had promised, before everything began, to give her a better future.

But now…?

Under these circumstances, she could only wake up with an even more tragic sense of despair.

She turned her head dejectedly to look at the table and was shocked to see a pack of wedding cigarettes placed there.

She pulled one out and habitually went out to the safety corridor to light it, then squatted down with a face full of despair.

This feeling was truly unbearable.

If the result was still this despair, then why give hope from the very beginning?

Officer Li was pulled by a tremendous force to the side of a car, causing him to stumble and jolt in alarm.

He raised his head and looked around in all directions, shocked to discover that although this was clearly the place where he had been staking out Zhang Huanan’s car in reality, what was the situation now?

Where was Little Liu from the car…? Where were the nearby pedestrians?

He opened the car door in bewilderment and looked around in confusion.

Qiao Jiajin landed in front of the prison gates. His “Heaven’s Vigorous Movement” hadn’t healed all his injuries, leaving him feeling somewhat pained.

He weakly covered his chest and looked up—he seemed to have returned to reality.

But where was his gangster friend Liang Wa, who was supposed to pick him up from prison…?

Before him stood only an old, unmanned car. The prison guards behind him were gone, and his brother before him was absent as well.

Countless unpopulated worlds appeared one after another, with everyone inside them completely confused.

What exactly was going on now?

Before everyone could react, they felt a strange sensation mixed with the earlier force sweep through their minds once again.

Qiao Jiajin covered his forehead and looked up. Far above in the sky, human figures began appearing once more.

Though not entirely clear, he could roughly see some people wearing black leather jackets appearing out of thin air, then flying toward the distance.

The world appearing out of nothing… even people appearing out of nothing…?

All the newly arrived people had their memories scanned again. Their own small worlds were created out of thin air, then once more connected to the entire world.

The interconnected scanning continuously manifested on all those who appeared out of thin air. Small worlds were successively constructed in the void and completed, followed by a second wave, a third wave.

Immediately after, the voices of people filled the air.

In just a moment’s distraction, Qiao Jiajin saw his gangster friend Liang Wa appear before him. Leaning against an empty car, he enthusiastically waved at him:

“Gangster friend Liang Wa, Jin Ge.”

Just as Qiao Jiajin was about to respond, he felt his mind being swept over again.

Two abnormally powerful forces mixed together, separately scanning everyone’s memories.

One force was domineering and arrogant, wildly constructing the worlds from everyone’s memories.

The other force was warm yet lonely, bringing back to life the people from everyone’s memories.

Qiao Jiajin incredulously held his head and slowly squatted down, feeling like even he was about to go mad at this moment.

It seemed like someone was borrowing his “conviction.”

But this power was very warm, making it inexplicably impossible to refuse.

A few seconds later, that power dissipated. Only then did Qiao Jiajin look up dazedly at the person before him.

But before him now stood two people.

A long-haired man, also with flower-arm tattoos, was now bending his arm and lazily resting it on Liang Wa’s shoulder for support.

With a mischievous grin, he looked at Qiao Jiajin and asked, “Our very manly A’Jin, how did you come out of the bitter prison turned into a weakling with soft legs?”

“Jiu… Zai…?” Qiao Jiajin paused, his voice choking for a moment again.

“Ha… Jiu Ge, don’t tease Jin Ge.” Liang Wa also smiled at Qiao Jiajin. “Jin Ge, Jin Ge, the bitter prison was tough. Jiu Ge and I will take you to have some fun.”

Qiao Jiajin felt like he was dreaming.

Just now there was only one person before him… how did it become like this in the blink of an eye…?

Was this bizarre place… a dream… or reality?