The “me” here, and the “me” outside… who is the “replica”?

Before I can determine my course of action, I must first figure out this most fundamental logical question.

Although I call them “replicas,” when it comes down to it, we are identical—even our memories are exactly the same down to the finest detail. So who is real, and who is fake?

I can’t think of any difference between myself and them. After all, the “true me” disappeared seventy years ago when everyone died for the first time. Since then, I’ve been living in a strange state, endlessly reborn.

Now both “I” and “I” believe ourselves to be real, but there are very few people who can truly comprehend this problem. After all, not many truly understand “Endless Rebirth.”

Perhaps there’s only one line of thinking that can solve this problem.

As long as one side dies, then the other side is real.

Since the “me” outside hasn’t figured out this problem, it can only depend on the “me” inside to make a choice.

Assuming all the above reasoning is correct, then as long as one “me” can completely vanish in the “Land of Finality” without being reborn again, all tragedies will end at this moment.

This way, my memories will only be preserved outside the “Land of Finality,” and there will no longer be a person called Xu Liunian here.

I’m truly not smart enough, so I can’t find a way to liberate everyone, nor can I find a way to destroy this place.

But I have found a way to liberate myself.

This way, countless versions of me will all believe they once escaped.

Seventy years, twenty-five thousand five hundred days, over twenty-five hundred deaths.

Perhaps those twenty-five hundred versions of me are all living happy lives?

I crushed the empty beer can in my hand, having completely decided on my tactics.

Regardless of whether I succeed this time or not, I’m prepared to completely disappear from the “Land of Finality.”

I may possibly be the first “Participant” in the entire “Land of Finality” to voluntarily disappear, but before I leave, I will do everything in my power to pave a path for those who come after.

I want Qi Xia to thoroughly create a living Yu Nian’an.

A Yu Nian’an that matches his heart’s desires, truly and genuinely real.

As long as Yu Nian’an is by Qi Xia’s side, he will surely be invincible. He will use his own subconscious to send everyone out, then comprehend what I have comprehended, and lead everyone to vanish into thin air.

Yes, this is my own path.

This way, everyone can be considered to have “escaped,” right?

It’s just a pity that the path I’ve chosen is very tragic for me. It has no direct relationship with me at all, but instead must completely rely on “Endless Rebirth.” As long as Qi Xia doesn’t agree to my request, I will completely fail.

Qinglong wants to use “Endless Rebirth” to manage this place in perfect order. Heavenly-Dragon and Chu Tianqiu want to use “Endless Rebirth” to make themselves into “gods.” And I appear slightly more noble than them—I actually have the delusion of using “Endless Rebirth” to copy everyone to the outside.

That day when I saw Zhang Chenze come looking for Chu Tianqiu, I pretended to pass by the door. Perhaps even heaven was helping me.

I happened to hear the three words “Wen Qiaoyun.”

Let me make a bold guess—is it possible that Zhang Chenze happened to see Wen Qiaoyun who had become a “Madman,” and because this matter wasn’t fair to her, she wanted to ask Chu Tianqiu about it?

If I’m not mistaken, she would probably want to know how, as a “Madman,” one could become a “Benevolent One” again, and there’s a high probability that Chu Tianqiu would mention me.

When she came out, I extracted her intentions with just a few words.

“I’m Xu Liunian. Are you looking for me?”

“I… how did you know?”

Zhang Chenze’s expression was exactly as I had predicted. How should I describe this feeling?

I can only say that the “Land of Finality” has its own food chain. Qi Xia and Chu Tianqiu can manipulate me effortlessly, while I can also deceive others with just a single sentence.

I told Zhang Chenze that we needed to create a new “Wen Qiaoyun,” and regardless of what this person looked like or what memories she carried, as long as she could be stronger than Qi Xia, then she would definitely be Wen Qiaoyun.

Zhang Chenze is Qi Xia’s teammate. She’s upright and easily gains Qi Xia’s trust. Having her do this would have a higher success rate than if I did it myself.

Besides, how could Qinglong possibly entrust such a thorny task to me alone?

So I gambled once more. I told Zhang Chenze that I had already arranged things with the “Zodiac” side, and now only lacked the final spark. As long as they could add this spark, there was a very high possibility this matter would succeed.

Looking at her expression, I knew she was swayed.

This was right. Qinglong needed helpers, and so did I.

Those who preserve the least memories can only remain at the bottom of the food chain.

As I said, even heaven was helping me.

When I was packing my belongings to go find Qi Xia, I happened to see Xiao Xiao and Jiang Ruoxue from my window. Normally, “Extreme Path” and “Tiantangkou” are mortal enemies. These two wouldn’t visit without reason—something must have happened.

I leaned outside the door and heard the content of their conversation.

The “Pegasus Moment” was coming.

No, I should say my “East Wind” was coming. As an ordinary person wanting to make my own moves amidst these layers of giant waves, I could only borrow the “East Wind.”

And this “Pegasus Moment” would be my optimal time to act.

As someone skilled in mental prowess, Qi Xia absolutely couldn’t survive under the pressure of running for two full hours. Could he possibly imagine that at the most critical moment, it would be me who came to save him?

I immediately left “Tiantangkou” and headed all the way to the edge of the city. If I wanted to rescue Qi Xia during the “Pegasus Moment,” I needed my taxi.

This taxi was both the beginning and the end for the two of us. I would lay down all my “paths,” then die gloriously in this cycle.

I absolutely wouldn’t tell Qi Xia that I’m a “Participant.” I would tell him “I come from hell.”

Apart from this one truth, I would probably tell many lies.

The saying goes, “When a person is about to die, his words are kind,” but I was the complete opposite.

Qi Xia, how much I hope you won’t believe a single word of what I’m about to say, but that won’t do.

Even if I’ve been deceiving you all along, I absolutely have no ill intent.

My ultimate goal is to hope that everyone escapes, even if they live outside through this most bizarre method.

I don’t want to be a chess piece anymore. I only want to be myself.

But will you remember my name?

I’m not someone else, and I’m not a chess piece.

Qi Xia, if one day I completely disappear, you must remember me.

My name is Xu Liunian.

I’m about to start lying to you.