It was night.
Distant lights flickered.
The night breeze brushed against the young man, who calmly gazed at the distant moon.
The hazy moonlight spilled down, casting a silvery glow upon the street before him.
He took out his phone with a hint of worry; it was a recent purchase, but now two clear lines of small text danced on its screen.
"Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?"
"Yes / yes"
The young man, Jiang Feng, was eighteen years old, a citizen of the Heavenly Dynasty, and had just finished his college entrance exams, now awaiting his admission letter. Although his family wasn't wealthy, they were comfortably well-off, and his parents were alive and well. Though they often worked away from home, their life was still quite good.
All in all, he felt things were fine as they were. He didn't want to understand the meaning of life, nor did he want to become a minion of the Main God.
However, the two options before him truly made him laugh and cry at the same time.
He himself enjoyed browsing the internet, and these two phrases had already been overused on Qidian Chinese Network.
He had once fantasized about such a scenario, but when it truly presented itself in reality, he felt hesitant.
Jiang Feng had even suspected it might be a virus sent by some hacker, just waiting for a chuunibyou to click it, so they could package up that chuunibyou's WeChat and bank card and take them away.
After much hesitation, he ultimately did not click it.
No matter how he looked at it, not clicking was always the better option.
Then, this phone stayed lit from last night until now. Thanks to it, Jiang Feng hadn't been able to use his phone for an entire day.
He tried to pick up someone else's phone, and then he discovered that the screen, which had been lit, immediately went black, and those two lines of text reappeared.
Jiang Feng fell into deep thought.
He pondered silently.
He had no clue.
He returned to the question at hand: should he click?
He felt that something very bad would happen if he clicked.
After all, the two options were one "yes" and one "yes," like signing a contract of indenture.
Lost in thought, he unconsciously walked along the quiet streets under the night sky.
But in the next moment, he no longer needed to worry.
A portal to another world sped towards him. The car was moving extremely fast; he barely had time to react. The immense inertia and impact shattered the scene, accompanied by the sound of metal scraping and tearing. Jiang Feng was flung out like a kite with a broken string.
Excruciating pain struck, almost instantly, his consciousness was overwhelmed by the agony.
Then he lost consciousness.
Jiang Feng didn't even know where this car came from. It seemed to appear out of nowhere. Logically, such a fast car, on such a quiet night, should have been quite deafening.
Yet he hadn't heard the slightest sound; the car seemed to have suddenly emerged from the side.
When Jiang Feng opened his eyes again, he was in a vast, white world.
He looked around, somewhat bewildered. All around him was a gray-white mist, hazy and indistinct.
Feeling his intact limbs, free from the tragic aftermath of the car accident, Jiang Feng tried to take a step forward. His foot met the vast white world, and ripples spread across the white expanse.
Jiang Feng frowned in thought; he had most likely died.
It was truly strange. First, that text, and now a car came directly to pick him up.
Are there so many ways to transmigrate in this world now?
And were they afraid he wouldn't agree? Do they have performance targets for transmigration now?
But what should he do now?
He tried to speak, but found he couldn't make a sound. More accurately, he opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
It was as if this area was a vacuum.
He looked around in confusion, waited for a while, but still no Main God or a wise goddess calling herself Aqua appeared. He felt a bit annoyed.
Jiang Feng muttered to himself, "You forcibly dragged me here, but now that I'm here for work, there isn't even anyone calling themselves a senior."
Thus, he simply walked aimlessly.
The vast, boundless white world had no end in sight.
In this vast white world, only this one young man walked somewhat solitarily.
No one else, just himself.
He didn't know how far he had walked, or how many steps he had taken.
Finally, as a hint of loneliness began to spread in the young man's heart, loneliness and solitude turned into fear and assaulted his mind.
From initially looking around, to now being silently still, he just walked calmly.
The path was long and lifeless, with not a sound to be heard, nor a trace of vitality to be seen.
There was no color, just a vast expanse of white everywhere, only silence.
This is?
A bitter smile touched Jiang Feng's lips.
He had come, but there was no Main God, only this vast white world left for him.
He felt a bit tired, a bit weak.
He wanted to sit down and rest.
So Jiang Feng sat on the ground, and the vast white world rippled again.
He began to look up at the world around him.
A vast white world, without color, without temperature, just a vast white world.
This vast white world was like a scroll waiting for a painter to splash ink, or a brand new book waiting for an author to write.
A bold idea inexplicably came to Jiang Feng's mind: no Main God, no goddess. Perhaps he himself was the author of this world?
He began to recall, recalling the quiet night before he was hit by the car.
Night enveloped the entire city, and bright neon lights flickered in the darkness. Fewer and fewer pedestrians were on the streets, with only a few drunkards stumbling along. The night breeze gently rustled the leaves, making a rustling sound, as if whispering something.
In the distance, towering buildings were brightly lit, like a giant castle, standing in the darkness. Shops on both sides of the street had closed, with only a few late-night eateries still open. Tempting aromas wafted from the shops, making one's mouth water.
Suddenly, a cat slipped out from the street corner, quietly approaching a trash can. It sniffed, then extended its tongue to lick, making a sizzling sound. A dog not far away also began to bark, breaking the tranquil night.
He walked through the city under this night sky.
The stars in the sky twinkled, like countless diamonds adorning the black firmament. The moon also revealed half of its face, emitting a soft glow. A nightingale sang in the distance, its crisp voice echoing in the air.
The city under the night sky was like a mysterious world, full of the unknown and imagination. It made Jiang Feng feel refreshed and delighted, but also lonely and solitary.
The world began to change. The originally white world turned upside down. Jiang Feng looked up; the sky was no longer a vast white world, but a dark night. Bright moonlight cast a silver glow, the streets began to bustle, and a black and white cat appeared before him. Scene after scene rapidly spread outwards with Jiang Feng at the center. Jiang Feng stood there, quietly standing.
The feeling of loneliness vanished, the fear of the unknown dissipated, replaced by a strong sense of novelty.