Above the gray fog

Quill: [Your favorite saying is - fate is not predetermined. ]

Parchment: [I am fate. There are so many variables in the world, which has proved that what I said is correct. ]

Parchment: [But I am fate. My existence has also proved that fate... has always been predetermined. ]

Quill: [Have you found the new world that carries the human race? ]

Parchment: [Found it. ]

Parchment: [Are you going to send him there? ]

Quill: [He has lost the fate of the human king. What is the point of sending him there? ]

Quill: [In the new reincarnation, he no longer has the qualifications to exist as a variable. ]

Parchment: [This is the path that Lin Shan chose before. I warned him long ago that there are no two similar flowers in the world. Twin flowers only have the same roots and stems, and their essence is still two completely different flowers, but he insisted on trying. What is a variable? Just like you now, what is a variable? Unreliable is a variable? Uncontrollable is a variable? ]

Parchment: [The flower on the surface is too fragile. Not only can it not absorb the basic nutrients, but it is also unwilling to accept nutrients from the outside world. Even if this incident did not happen, it would not be possible for him to absorb another flower to complete the transformation at this moment.]

Quill: [He just wants to be himself, there is nothing wrong with that.]

Quill: [He will never understand who he is until he dies.]

Quill: [But in a while... he may know. We owe him, so let's give him a happy ending.]

Parchment: [The ending? Didn't we know the ending a long time ago?]

Parchment: [From the time Hou Linshan chose the impermanent fate, I knew that the former Linshan failed, and the latter Linshan also failed, and the twin flowers became twin dead flowers.]

Parchment: [This is the most failed investment of the great parchment. It is hard to imagine that a person's life bridge can be so fragile that as long as you talk about fate, it will cause the life bridge to collapse.]

Quill: [It is not the ending of fate, but the ending that belongs only to him. 】

Feather pen: [He fears fate, and half of it is your fault. 】

Feather pen: [The life bridge is fragile, mainly because he is not suitable for the fate of ‘impermanence’. He used the privilege of fate and forcibly chose ‘impermanence’. From the moment he made the choice, failure was doomed. 】

Parchment: [Now... he is dead. According to the original agreement... it is time to peel off the other flower. 】

Feather pen: [If it is not peeled off, Qian Linshan will also die. 】

Feather pen: [The destiny of the human king at this level has been taken over by someone. Now is the best time to peel it off. 】

Suddenly, a light appeared in front of him, and the light pierced the endless darkness.

The paper carried the feather through the darkness and appeared in a strange room.

The light made the whole room unusually bright.

There were many specimens of anatomical organisms hanging on the walls around, most of which were human bodies.

Those specimens were carefully preserved, as if to show the most essential form of life.

The internal organs were placed in transparent display cases and arranged in an orderly manner.

Except for the display cases around and the dissection table in the middle, there was nothing else in this room.

On the dissection table, a figure was lying on it.

He was wearing a clean white coat, a pair of black rubber gloves on his hands, a pair of monocles on his face, his eyes slightly closed, as if in a daze, his hair was gray, but combed meticulously.

Sensing the movement, the figure sat up in a strange posture.

After seeing the parchment and the feather pen, he was slightly stunned, then wiped the lens with his fingers, with a hint of doubt and curiosity in his tone, "Who are you two?"

"Fate?"

"History?"

He looked at the slightly glowing source particles wrapped in feathers again, revealing a look of realization, "Failed?"

[According to the agreement, peel off the twin flowers. ]

A line of twisted words appeared on the parchment.

"According to the agreement, I can choose one thing to keep as my collection." The doctor walked down from the dissection table and slightly adjusted his white coat.

Parchment: [As you like, but you can only keep one. 】

"The flower inside is about to die, let's get started." The doctor faced the dissection table and pulled out a scalpel from his chest pocket.

......

In the cozy room, the warm-toned light softly sprinkled on the bed.

Lin Shan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He sat up from the bed. The room was quiet and peaceful, with blank photo frames hanging on the wall.

He stared at the photo frames.

"Is this... a space of existence?"

Lin Shan whispered to himself, and his voice echoed in the room.

"Why am I here?"

He frowned slightly, thinking about what happened before.

"I should have died after being hit by that wave head-on."

When saying these words, Lin Shan seemed very calm, as if he had already expected to die, but he didn't care much.

"This outfit..."

Lin Shan looked down at himself and found that he was wearing a set of bear pajamas.

This outfit was exactly the one he wore when he first crossed into the gray fog universe.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came to his ears.

"You're awake."

Lin Shan was startled, and turned his head to look, and found that someone who looked exactly like him was sitting beside the bed.

Lin Shan, wearing bear pajamas, looked lazy and casual, as if he had just woken up from a dream, with a confused look in his eyes.

The other Lin Shan, sitting by the bed, was wearing a white coat, exuding a special temperament.

"Lin Shan?" The last trace of confusion in Lin Shan's eyes disappeared, "I can see you, it seems that I am really dead."

"Just to see me?" Now, it was Lin Shan's turn to be puzzled, "You are really dead, don't you feel sorry? The instinct I gave you should have told you clearly that the only chance of survival is to drink the 'Heart Light' potion, why don't you drink it?"

"You also said that it was your instinct." Lin Shan on the bed looked at Lin Shan by the bed calmly.

Lin Shan beside the bed sighed softly, "I am you."

"Why is it your instinct, not mine?" Lin Shan on the bed retracted his gaze and looked at the blank photo frames on the wall, "I will become you one day, but you can never be me. When I embarked on the fate of impermanence, I had already discovered the truth."

"Is impermanence telling you?" Lin Shan on the bed asked in surprise.

Lin Shan on the bed replied, "My instinct told me."

"Is that so... I understand."

Lin Shan on the bed got up and walked to the window.

He opened the window that Lin Shan couldn't even touch.

"Look outside."

Warm reminder: The website is about to be revised, which may cause the reading progress to be lost. Please save the "Bookshelf" and "Reading Record" in time (it is recommended to take a screenshot to save). We apologize for the inconvenience caused to you!