Chapter 247: Reborn?

Reborn?

Reality, a residential building in an unknown city.

A burly man woke up on a creaking spring mattress. Listening to the teeth-grinding sound of the iron rings rubbing against each other beneath him, he opened his eyes and punched the side of the bed.

"Thump—Boom—"

The bed collapsed. After the sudden impact, this dilapidated spring mattress finally ended its miserable, weight-bearing life.

"Damn it, why on earth have I been sleeping on this piece of junk?"

He stood up, seething with anger, dragged the broken bed frame over, and threw it downstairs.

With a loud boom, the bed frame crashed into someone's makeshift shed, kicking up a cloud of dust several meters high.

"Which bastard did that?! My chive shed I just built!! Ah!! You dog, I'm going to kill you!!"

The burly man ignored the curses from downstairs, his irritable gaze continuing to scan the various antique furniture in this old, run-down apartment.

"Damn it, replace it all! I'm about to lose my life, why the hell should I still be suffering! Damn it!"

The more he thought, the angrier he got. He smashed the sofa in front of him with a punch, kicked the tea table to pieces, and then, amidst the cursing from downstairs, threw these "pieces of trash" down again.

This not only ignited the anger downstairs but also fueled the neighbors' passion for gossip.

"I saw it, it was 1406. Brother, if I were you, I'd just pray to deal with him!"

"1406? Song Yi? Impossible. I know this guy; he's a real sentimentalist. Even though this isn't his home, these old pieces of furniture were passed down from his parents' generation. He even told me he specifically prayed to get them back. How could he throw them away?"

"Are you sure? I see the TV cabinet is about to be thrown down too."

"Boom—Boom—"

"Ah, this... is he having a breakdown?"

"Who knows? Maybe he got possessed, tsk."

Reality, an archive room in an unknown city.

A frail young man woke up on a long table. The moment he opened his eyes, he began to laugh hysterically.

He rolled around on the table, laughing until tears streamed down his face and he ran out of strength. Looking at the room full of files and documents, his eyes were manic.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!

Only when I, too, can be remembered by history do I truly become a historian!

Hahaha, hahahaha, the more profound the history, the more blinding the light it should emit!

Burn, let these unknown records turn into a piece of history once again, a history even more brilliant than being obscure!"

Saying this, the crazed young man pulled out a torch, lit it, and threw it into the mountain of files.

The fire roared, violently devouring the words on the paper, just as past history is swept into the long river of time, pushed by surging waves into the deep sea where no one knows.

"The guy next door who studied history died?"

"Don't know which lunatic was fast enough to snatch the place..."

"What a pity, he organized so much data just to burn it all in one fire."

"Selling it to the History Sect would have been better, could have traded for quite a lot of things, sigh."

Reality, a street in an unknown city.

Ever since Yu Gui cleared the trial, he had been sitting motionless in a phone booth by the street.

This situation lasted for a long time, so long that the neighbors nearby almost thought this 【Death】 believer who once existed on the street had probably offered himself to his master.

However, Yu Gui was not dead. He just suddenly felt that he seemed out of place in this world, felt that the 【Faith Game】 was a terrifying thing, and felt that walking on the edge of death, tiptoeing on the tightrope of offering himself and offering others, was a deeply frightening thing.

So, he locked himself away.

It seemed that hiding in this narrow phone booth could isolate these fears, thereby completely severing ties with this world he couldn't understand.

But after staying for a long time, various suspicious murmurs spread on the street.

"Sigh, how did that little assassin of 【Death】 die? Didn't he have a pretty high score? What a pity."

"Pity what? Didn't get to sleep with him?"

"Yeah, he was such a sunny and cheerful big boy, and handsome too. I'd been hitting on him for days and it was almost a done deal, but then, sigh, I've lost my love again."

"You certainly love widely."

"With the apocalypse looming, might as well love whoever I can."

"..."

Hearing these words, the little assassin hugged his body helplessly once more.

The world outside was too terrifying.

Reality, a mountainous area in an unknown city.

Wei Youxue was a true bard, because he not only recorded the various "beauties" from the trials with his pen but also piously panned for interesting stories in the long river of time, and even in reality, it was the same.

He was a Plate Traveler.

This was an emerging profession that only appeared after the descent of the 【Faith Game】. It was very popular, but few people engaged in it.

Because a Plate Traveler, as the name suggests, needs to constantly travel and shuttle through various reality fragments divided by the 【Gods】. What they are always doing is dealing with all kinds of people.

You must know that in fragment spaces that are clearly divided and have their own owners, wanting to travel freely as before the descent of the 【Gods】 is simply impossible. Therefore, Plate Travelers constantly negotiate with players in various spaces to borrow a path and continue their journey.

This is a very difficult process, because you never know which day you will be rejected by which player, leaving you stuck halfway, helpless.

And you will never know which player is a hypocritical good person, waiting for you to pass by so they can take the opportunity to rip you off or, more directly, kill you.

But there are still people who like this profession. This world has never lacked people who dare to take risks, and Wei Youxue happened to be one of them.

He had originally been trapped here due to a negotiation with a neighboring space where the other party made an exorbitant demand. But after waking up this time, he agreed to the other party's price without even thinking.

Such a decisive attitude made that "road-blocking" neighbor somewhat suspicious.

"Wei, how come you're like a different person? If you'd been this generous earlier, would we have been wasting time here for half a month?"

"You wouldn't be harboring a grudge and wanting to take the opportunity to kill me, would you?"

"Let me tell you, I have 200 more points than you. Even if I let you pass, you'd be the one dying. Aren't you afraid?"

"No, that's not right. You must have gotten something that can kill me. I definitely can't agree, unless you add more..."

"I'll add more!"

"???" The neighbor was stunned. "No, do you really want to kill me?"

He looked at Wei Youxue with suspicion, retreating while constantly sizing him up: "Are you not planning to live anymore?"

"Live?" Wei Youxue laughed heartily. "How can living be more important than passing through? If I cannot see new scenery, how is that different from death?"

"No, you're not right. I don't agree. Go find Sun. You've changed."

"You've become too terrifying. I'm afraid you're so desperate that you want to kill me."

"..."

"Sigh, are you really leaving? Add a little more, add a little more and I'll definitely let you pass."