Chapter 1

Step by step, Bu Ye lay quietly in the intensive care unit of the hospital, his breathing already very weak. No matter what, he shouldn't have fallen ill, and if he did, it shouldn't have been cancer, but it just had to be.

He, known for his mental resilience, had been tormented by pain and despair to the point of near collapse. At this moment, though his eyes were open and staring at the ceiling, his gaze was utterly lifeless.

Death was approaching, and even if the flame of his heart still flickered, what could he do?

This year, he was only twenty-six, having graduated from university four years ago. If he had to choose again, he would probably still give up looking for a job and choose to be a full-time online writer. He loved reading novels and writing them, so he liked this profession.

However, if he could do it all over again, he would definitely not invert his day and night, reducing his three meals to two or even one. He would not spend the whole day in front of the computer, never exercising, and not even resting his eyes...

It was the six years of poor living habits that had brought his body to this state at the age of twenty-six.

The body is one's own, and no matter how it is used, one will eventually have to take responsibility for it.

In a small town in southern Jiangnan, about a thousand kilometers southwest of the city where Bu Ye was, a woman in her early thirties sat in front of a computer, one hand supporting her chin and the other controlling the mouse, carefully selecting new novel covers. Her appearance was ordinary, and her casual home attire was far from fashionable. Even her short hair was not well-groomed. The only highlight about her was her eyes, which sparkled with intelligence.

To have a stack of covers to choose from was a privilege reserved for high-end writers, and indeed, she was a high-end female writer. Her name was Chen Juan, a name so common that it would disappear in a crowd. However, her pen name was known to many.

Readers often subconsciously assumed that the beautiful woman on the cover of her novels was her, but if that were true, she wouldn't still be single at thirty-two!

Actually, it wasn't that she couldn't get married, but that she was too introverted and had high standards, so she remained single, neither too high nor too low.

This morning, she had gone on a blind date. After returning home and taking a nap, she immersed herself in selecting novel covers, completely forgetting what the man from the date looked like.

The inherent limitations of female-oriented novels also limited her popularity and income. Despite being somewhat well-known in the industry, her income was not significant. Therefore, to fund her long-term travel plans abroad, she had to work hard.

In a fourth-rate university in a coastal city in the east, in a dorm room, a bespectacled boy was typing rapidly.

He had just started his first year of college and was introduced to online novels for the first time. He immediately became immersed in the fantastical and immortal worlds, unable to stop. Later, he learned that writing online novels could bring in astonishing income. After searching on Baidu, he found the legendary rise of several major writers. Seeing the eight-digit annual salaries of the top writers, he was immediately awed and began writing without hesitation.

He almost stopped attending classes, dedicating all his time to writing and reading novels. The computer he was using was not his own; he didn't have one. He was taking advantage of his classmate's absence to quickly type a few hundred or thousand words, which he would later copy to a USB drive.

A few days ago, he had shown his first five chapters to an experienced writer, who replied the next day with several suggestions.

Although the experienced writer was somewhat tactful, he could tell that the writer did not have high hopes for him, criticizing his lack of logic, poor sentence structure, and gratuitous use of sexual content...

He had joined the QQ group because he had read the experienced writer's novels and added the writer's QQ, showing some respect. However, after receiving the critique, he immediately blacklisted the writer in his mind: "What a joke, writing for years without becoming famous, and now you're telling me what to do. Wait until my novel becomes a hit, and I'll show you!"

He never considered that his attendance at a fourth-rate university was also paid for, and perhaps his writing skills were not that great.

In the capital, about two thousand kilometers away, in the garden of a luxurious residential area, a middle-aged man with a relaxed demeanor and casual attire was holding the hand of a five- or six-year-old girl, taking a walk in the afternoon sun.

After about half an hour, the man looked at his luxury watch and sighed to the girl, "Daughter, Mom is almost off work, and it's time to go home and cook dinner."

"Okay. Is Dad going to write a novel tonight?"

"Of course," the man smiled.

Then, he held his daughter's hand and slowly walked home. For him, this was just another ordinary conversation, another ordinary day.

Five years ago, he officially became a top writer in the online literature circle. Despite his family's opposition, he continued to work at a public institution. A year later, his income surpassed what he would have earned in a hundred years at the public institution, and he finally quit his job to write full-time.

He had a happy family and a very fulfilling life. His wife was a very independent person who, after their daughter started kindergarten, resumed her own career. She was also a person with ideals. He, like his wife who supported his writing, always supported her career.

To many people, he had already achieved fame and success, living a life of extreme happiness.

...

The blue Earth slowly rotated in the dark, vast, and silent universe. Even if the moon, the sun, and the entire solar system were considered its companions, it did not make the universe seem compact or lively. Everything was cold and silent, with the planets isolated by the vacuum, never interacting.

From a sufficiently distant perspective, the solar system appeared as a tiny spot, easily covered by the tip of a little finger. From an even greater distance, the Milky Way itself seemed insignificant, merely a spiral-shaped bright spot in the cold universe, with the Earth long out of sight.

What about from an even greater distance?

Thus, the galaxies and even the unobserved parts of the universe appeared as vast clouds of stars, all presented in the endless darkness.

From an even greater distance?

The universe suddenly revealed a pattern!

All the galaxies and nebulae seemed to be caught in a clockwise rotating whirlwind, forming a vast, almost incomprehensible ring!

Beyond the ring, there was nothing else!

Is this the true face of the universe?

No, beyond the ring there was indeed nothing, but within the ring, near the center, there seemed to be something!

However, it was as if something was blocking it, making it impossible to see clearly.

In the silence, a semi-transparent, dark blue aura suddenly flew out from there, rushing towards the outer ring!

The aura moved very quickly, and in a moment, it entered the ring. At first, it didn't seem very large, but once inside the ring, it was revealed to be capable of enveloping countless galaxies at once!

The aura began to sweep through the ring in a clockwise direction, slowing down only when it encountered a planet with life.

Unconsciously, the aura had reached the position of the Milky Way, about to pass through, but it suddenly stopped.

After a few seconds, the aura rapidly condensed, finally focusing above the solar system.

At this point, it had turned deep black and was even more condensed, though still extremely large. Despite having no eyes, it clearly gave the impression of watching the Earth, clearly conscious!

After a long time, it seemed to make a decision, and the massive form, larger than the entire solar system, suddenly trembled!

An incredibly powerful and mysterious force appeared, targeting the Earth!

On Earth, Bu Ye, who was nearly unconscious in his hospital bed, suddenly felt a pulling force, as if his entire body was about to fly up! He was immediately startled awake but was horrified to see his body still lying on the bed while he was flying up, faster and faster!

After battling lymphoma for seven months, was he finally dying? Was this the feeling of death?

In the small town in southern Jiangnan, Chen Juan was selecting covers when she suddenly felt a "buzz" in her head, as if her entire soul was being enveloped!

Then, her consciousness left her body and rapidly ascended!

When she saw her own body, saw herself flying out of her yard and rising higher, she was not amazed but completely terrified.

In the dorm room of the fourth-rate university, the bespectacled boy's consciousness suddenly left his body and rushed out...

In the garden of the luxurious residential area in the capital, the middle-aged man, who was holding his daughter's hand and walking home, suddenly frowned. Then, he saw his daughter from a new angle, getting farther and farther away. He opened his mouth to shout but could not make a sound...

At this moment, not only Bu Ye, Chen Juan, the bespectacled boy, and the middle-aged man, but all those on Earth who had ever created an original, complete world were being drawn by this force, their consciousness leaving their bodies!

They transformed into streams of consciousness, rapidly heading towards the deep black aura above the solar system, which had come from the center of the universe...

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