Chapter 142
Three days ago, on June 16, 2025, in Yao Country.
Carrying a poetry collection and a diary, Bai Yi made his way home.
He placed these two equally thick gifts side by side on the table. The first thing he did after returning home wasn’t to read the diary, but to summon someone – a ghost who had been forgotten for a long time.
A distorted and blurry countdown floated in midair.
Yet the youth’s pupils reflected nothing as he gazed at it.
The suddenly revealed truth answered many previous puzzles. Like a child with a treasure map, he eagerly traced through his memories, seeking out treasures hidden in every nook and cranny. In his eyes, contemplative sparks were ignited by flames of excitement.
“Now that I think about it, there was always something illogical that I was too lazy to investigate deeply before…”
“If saving the world and changing everyone’s fate was such a difficult task, and so many versions of Bai Yi had failed, how did the system so easily retrieve souls of the dead from the nightmare world when it first arrived?”
“If it was that easy, couldn’t other versions of Bai Yi simply retrieve everyone’s souls from the depths of nightmares and bring them back to life even after the world was destroyed? After all, the concept of being alive is subjective, and the concept of a world exists differently for each person!”