I know I’ve never suffered from amnesia, yet I’ve skipped through several days of memories. In Baiyang’s hands, my memories are like film reels—he casually cuts out portions at will. This not only causes me to forget certain things but also makes my life fast-forward.

Thinking of this, I let out a bitter laugh. My life is truly chaotic—fragmented memories combined with the intermittent “life fast-forwarding” are all tangled up within me. They appear to occur randomly, yet are firmly controlled by Baiyang.

Even Qinglong once mocked this chaotic life of mine.

That day when I left “Heaven’s Mouth,” even the fake smile I had been wearing on my face disappeared. I was too disappointed in Chu Tianqiu.

Previously, I had told many members of “Extreme Path” that if they ever wanted to quit “Extreme Path” or felt they had nowhere else to turn, they could seek refuge with the Good Man King Chu Tianqiu. For a very long time, “Heaven’s Mouth” served as a fallback for the entire “Extreme Path.”

I even entertained several impractical fantasies.

I knew that the path I was walking alongside Brother Yang was extremely dangerous—this was a “path of rebellion.” If what Brother Yang was doing were discovered by Tianlong, everyone associated with him would die without a burial place. When that time came, I would definitely try to protect all of “Extreme Path” and have them join “Heaven’s Mouth.”

After all, Chu Tianqiu’s “Heaven’s Mouth” was safe—at least safe in Tianlong’s eyes.

But who would have thought fate would play such tricks? Baiyang, whose situation was so dangerous, didn’t collapse, while Chu Tianqiu, who had been working for the “Participants” all along, did collapse.

Could it be that “Participants” are even more terrifying than “Tianlong”?

The reason I maintained trust in “Heaven’s Mouth” for such a long time was precisely because Auntie Tong was there.

Since joining “Heaven’s Mouth,” she had never left.

Even after Chu Tianqiu had done such outrageous things, even after he had gone mad and started creating human replicas, Auntie Tong still chose not to withdraw. Her meaning was already very clear.

If the timing had been more convenient, I really wanted to ask her… does the current Chu Tianqiu still carry that enormous “good karma”?

Will the organization “Heaven’s Mouth” one day receive blessings because of Chu Tianqiu’s immense “good karma”?

“Karma” works like this—if Chu Tianqiu had done nothing, perhaps he wouldn’t be affected by “karma.” His life would have neither blessings nor misfortunes. But he insisted on establishing an organization. He harbored the delusion of leading everyone to kill their way out of this godforsaken place. Whether he succeeded or not, the “karma” of others became his “karma.”

That day, Chu Tianqiu expressed his unique perspective on being able to create replicas, and this perspective set me thinking deeply.

If this place truly could be escaped from, would I prefer that I myself escape, or would I prefer that “Yan Zhichun” as a person escapes?

“Yan Zhichun” has my memories and knows everything that has happened to me, so Chu Tianqiu and I share the same viewpoint.

No matter which “Yan Zhichun” escapes, it can be considered that I have escaped. Because my experience is different from others—I’ve already been replicated countless times.

There’s nothing unacceptable about this… Every single one of us is continuously being replicated here. Anyone who has gone through several reincarnation cycles and preserved their memories will discover this problem.

Our corpses remain here while brand new lives spring up from the ground.

The corpses here multiply day after day, and the stench grows stronger day after day.

We’re all replicas—how can anyone distinguish whose bloodline is more pure?

I believe Baiyang must think the same way. By continuously replicating my life to carry out tasks for him, he naturally crossed this psychological barrier long ago.

So I can split my life in half. If a replica really can escape, let her return to the real world and live my miserable, self-conscious life, and while she’s at it, give my parents some reassurance. After everyone feels at ease, I can continue surviving here.

After all, this place has my best friends in this life, as well as family members who are most like mentors and teachers. I don’t want to leave.

If one day Brother Yang returns and can help me seize control of the entire “Land of End,” I must negotiate with him. I need a management position. I want to ensure that people here no longer live such difficult lives.

Thinking carefully, if Brother Yang had said back then “bring everyone to escape,” I probably wouldn’t have chosen to help him immediately. Because I clearly knew that many people here don’t want to escape—even my own desire to escape was very low.

But what he said was to seize control here, what he said was to become the ruler himself, what he said was to make me a founding elder.

All of this perfectly aligned with my thoughts about this place. We truly have no need to escape, but we do need to liberate this place.

Now the only thing left to do is wait for Brother Yang’s return.

But Brother Yang… will you really come back?

I’ve already made all the preparations. I’ve even offered up my own life countless times…

Now “Extreme Path” no longer has “Heaven’s Mouth” as a fallback. We can only follow you and crash into Tianlong.

I will lead “Extreme Path” and choose to gamble on this final hope here, even if it means being shattered to pieces.

But can you appear a bit sooner… before I go mad, before Jiang Ruoxue goes mad, before all of “Extreme Path” goes mad?

I feel everyone has reached their limit, Brother Yang.

It doesn’t even matter if you’re deceiving me.

Now I’ve figured it out—even if you reappear and truly have forgotten everything, even if you’re preparing to toy with my life again and assign me even grander challenges, I accept it.

I don’t want to live here like a headless fly. I said long ago that I’m not afraid of danger or difficulty—the only thing I fear is losing my goal.

…

After “Pegasus Moment,” I came to rest inside a building. In the evening, two women entered one after another.

Night fell. Perhaps they also wanted to spend the night here.

How truly rare. Even after a massacre of the scale of “Pegasus Moment,” there are still unfamiliar faces that have never been seen before who manage to survive.

This feeling is discordant, as if all things in the world have interconnected causes and effects.

For example, Brother Yang deceived me countless times in the past… yet I still hope he’ll come back and deceive me one more time.

Forget it… Brother Yang, after dawn I will set out again. After all, even the strangers here are working hard—what right do I have to be so lax?

Even if you really don’t come back, it doesn’t matter… I’ve already committed to heart what you wanted to accomplish. Starting tomorrow, I will begin walking your path.

From the very beginning, I placed all my hopes on you, but now I’m strong enough. Brother Yang, if you don’t appear, I will proactively lead “Extreme Path” to the “Train,” because this is our last chance to fight.

Watching the sun rise, I slowly stood up. Perhaps everything is about to begin.

I am Yan Zhichun. I am the “King of Extreme Path.”

I am the special “Participant” that Baiyang personally recruited to cooperate with. I am also “Heart Seizer.”

In the coming days, I will learn to lie like Baiyang.