My name is Xu Liunian.

I lied.

If years flow by, when beauty ages and dreams idle away.

I often wonder—when my parents gave me this name, they hoped my life would be stable and ordinary.

And just as they expected, I was an utterly ordinary person my entire life.

From childhood to adulthood, I had an ordinary appearance, ordinary height, ordinary academic performance, and the most ordinary family circumstances.

I never learned any special skills beyond what others had. While other children learned painting, piano, and dance when young, I never practiced any of them.

By the time I realized many people around me were more outstanding than myself, it was already too late for many things.

So I could only seek ordinary work, live an ordinary life, and attempt to pass through an ordinary lifetime.

My parents granted me a life; I return to them flowing years.

Isn’t this exactly the life they expected for me?

But my parents would never have imagined that my ordinary life would completely change after death, experiencing events ordinary people would never encounter. They would never imagine that I would ultimately end up in such a place, to be born here and die here.

Never mind them…

Even I, when following my superior’s orders to escort tens of thousands of people into the space train heading to this “Taoyuan,” could never have predicted such a terrifying outcome awaiting me.

No one could have predicted that “Taoyuan” would one day become like this, nor would anyone have thought I would become a complete and utter “Demented Person.”

Two years after becoming a “Demented Person,” I finally waited for the person who would awaken me.

Before he appeared, I only thought I had returned to where I should go. I was just driving my taxi, waiting for fares by the roadside.

At that time, I only had one thought in my mind—this is clearly the real world.

But when he dismantled the illusion before my eyes with just a few words, I finally understood how ridiculous all this was.

How could I possibly be a taxi driver in the real world?

This lie I casually fabricated—when exactly did it become my real life?

If I were just an ordinary taxi driver… why would I agree to take such enormous risks, willing to become a Native just to explore a new path?

Though the first half of my life was utterly ordinary, everything has been different since my death.

Fortunately, my constitution was inherently different from everyone else here. The influence of being a “Demented Person” wasn’t very profound—I still retained a final trace of rationality.

“You waited by the roadside without eating, drinking, or sleeping… for two years?” the man asked at the time.

“It’s this car… When I saw this car in the city, I was completely possessed…”

“What’s strange about this car?”

“How could I possibly see this car here… I’m not even…” I suddenly turned my head back, only to discover the man beside me was already gravely injured and near death. “You’re hurt?”

Thinking back, fortunately his horrifying injuries interrupted my train of thought.

Otherwise I would have definitely blurted out—”I’m not even a taxi driver.”

At that time, I always felt my thinking was strange. Though still a “Demented Person,” I could engage in the simplest communication with others, yet this rationality seemed temporary—it was slowly disappearing.

Back then, that person saw the roads extending in all directions outside the city. He stared blankly at the distant high-rises.

After a long while, as if struck by some blow, when he fell stiffly to the ground, I finally realized he looked somewhat familiar.

Isn’t this Qi Xia?

Fortunately, I didn’t say that extra sentence. Otherwise he would definitely have unraveled my innermost thoughts thread by thread, disrupting my true plans after perceiving everything.

Yes, in his memory, I just need to be an ordinary taxi driver.

I have my duty. I must destroy this treacherous “Taoyuan” and give everyone an explanation.

Even if I myself am deeply trapped within and cannot escape, I cannot possibly ignore this. This is my mission.

I moved Qi Xia’s corpse to the side and couldn’t help but sigh. So what if you’re so capable?

An “Unfortunate” is ultimately just an “Unfortunate.” You can only die like a stray dog at the city’s edge, with no one discovering you actually died in such a godforsaken place.

And now I need to drive back. Though you helped me recover some rationality, I can’t help you. I can only hope we’re fated to meet again next time.

I now have a new idea. Since the “Gods” outside can’t come in, we’ll create a “God” ourselves and break things down from the inside.

Such a thing that defies natural order will definitely attract the attention of those above. Even if this is an independent space drifting outside all worlds, someone will definitely notice.

Yes, that’s right…

I took a deep breath and walked to the car. Just as I was about to open the door, I felt my mind become muddled.

Wait, who… am I again?

And what’s my reason for being here?

Right… I’m a taxi driver…

Right now… I need to go wait for fares…

I blinked somewhat numbly. That’s right, I’m a taxi driver, I need to…

Just as I was about to get in the car, I suddenly saw someone standing beside the corpse not far away. That man wore a peculiar white robe with a very simple style.

He had waist-length hair that seemed not to have been trimmed in a very long time. He casually tied it into a long braid behind his head, giving him an air of transcendent refinement.

Looking faintly, that person’s long hair had an ink-green color barely distinguishable to the naked eye, looking as if dyed with ink under the dim sunlight.

“You…” I felt like I had seen this person somewhere before.

He slowly turned around, revealing a cold, pale face. Only then did I notice an ink-green marking on his forehead.

“Xu Liunian?” that person called out.

His voice was strange. When he opened his mouth, male and female voices appeared simultaneously, as if two people lived inside his body.

Those brief three words made my heart tremble, and the rationality I was about to lose returned somewhat.

“How did you end up like this?” that person asked again.

Watching him walk toward me step by step, I felt somewhat afraid. Though I couldn’t remember exactly who he was, I knew he was no ordinary person.

It wasn’t until that person stopped before me that I realized his brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes becoming complex. “Where is your rationality? Did Zhu Que take it away?”

“Zhu Que…?”

Before I could answer, he reached out and lightly touched my brow.

In an instant, massive amounts of memories surged madly into my mind. All the fog dissipated like smoke at this moment. All those chaotic memories returned.

“Qinglong…?” I recalled the appearance of the person before me and immediately felt relieved. “Good thing it’s you…”

“Not bad this time—you didn’t mistake me for Heavenly-Dragon,” Qinglong nodded.

“I won’t be wrong again…”

I calmed my emotions, feeling a wave of belated fear. If I hadn’t encountered Qinglong, I would have lost my rationality again by now, wandering who knows where.

This was the path a “Native” had to walk.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. I didn’t expect you’d become a Demented Person,” he said with a complex expression. “Does Zhu Que even dare to make a move on you?”

“It doesn’t really matter,” I shook my head. “Here all beings are equal, and I’m also one among all beings. Besides, Zhu Que doesn’t even recognize who I am.”