"I think I'm really going crazy!"

Juxi had almost forgotten everything, even life had become dull and boring.

He felt that the fantasies in his mind were becoming more and more serious, sometimes even taking over his thoughts.

He chose to think this way, so that's why all these discomforts happened!

Silently, Juxi pushed open the window and saw that it had already turned into a fierce storm outside. I wonder... if this is also a kind of mental torment?

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, but leaped into the darkness of eternal death and prayed sincerely - hoping that this time it would not be false!

Bang! Juxi thought it would be like this, yes, just a thought!

Perhaps in such a mental world, it was not yet the time for the end.

...

Waking up from a dream again, but this time it was a bit different... After opening his eyes, Juxi was suddenly chilled by the cold wind outside the window.

Unlike the previous times, Juxi had never felt so relieved, as if his whole being was enveloped in it.

It's so warm... Black Pupil thought in his heart.

There is no sense of oppression here, let alone any vitality. Everything looks lifeless, which is his favorite place.

Juxi looked around, cracks were everywhere on the walls, and hardly any place was intact, full of cracks everywhere.

And he was sitting on a dirty sofa in the living room. Juxi quickly sat up.

"If it wasn't for her..."

Thinking of this, Juxi silently walked to the balcony and looked at the world outside.

This time... is it real or fake?

Juxi didn't want to know because it was something that didn't need to be said, so there was no need to bring up these troublesome things.

After knowing that everything was just his illusion, he became silent... no, he gradually fell into a state of autism.

Not everyone can accept this kind of thing, and once accepted, everything would turn into nothingness.

It has been so long... a year... a month... or just a day?

Juxi didn't know, he didn't want to know those irrelevant things, he only knew that he had been deceived.

He used to think that nothing could stop him, but now he realized that he was wrong!

In fact, he had always been played between the palms of others. So, if he wanted to get rid of this pain, the best way was to not think about anything. That's the most correct.

"So, just let it be?" Juxi whispered and reached out to turn the doorknob.

Click! Click!

The seemingly insecure door, no matter what, he couldn't open it.

Juxi wanted to kick it open, but for some reason, he suddenly recoiled like a deflated ball, and retracted his foot.

He didn't want to waste time doing something useless. Since he knew that it was an empty city outside, why waste so much energy?

With that in mind, Juxi returned to the balcony, pushed the sofa close to it, and comfortably lay on the sofa, staring at the gloomy sky.

This color... it's not the color he likes, and it's not the color that the normal world should have!

Juxi knew in his heart that this alone represented - he had been fooled again.

This world is truly interesting, perhaps there really is a God who is at odds with oneself?

Thinking about this, Juxi's eyes gradually began to blur, as if nothing mattered to him anymore.

Is it going to end again?

Juxi can no longer distinguish what is real, let alone know what is reality!

All he can do is guess... feel... maybe one of them is the truth?

Of course, it is also possible that they are all real, and in fact, the only foolish one has always been himself.

Juxi symbolically opened his eyes and then closed them again.

Nothing has changed before his eyes, there is just a parallel line, a never-ending parallel line.

"Who... who am I, in the end?" Juxi looked up at the sky, his consciousness had long flown away.

Ding-a-ling~!

Just then, Juxi's pocket suddenly rang, he reached into his pocket and found a very old-fashioned flip phone.

Honestly, he had forgotten how to use this phone, but he still fumbled to open it and saw a string of unfamiliar numbers... well, he could still say he is familiar with anything now?

Everything around him is so unfamiliar, but the voice from the phone seems familiar in some way.

"Hello, I know you're wondering why you're in this place, but I just wanted to remind you that your time is almost up!"

"... What are you talking about?"

"You don't need to worry about what I'm saying, as long as you know that you can only follow my arrangements."

"Fine, but you have to tell me who you are, right?"

"It's better not to know things that you don't need to know."

Juxi's conversation with that woman did not go well, she didn't say much and quickly hung up the phone.

"Who exactly is she?"

Although Juxi didn't want to focus on that nonexistent woman, he couldn't help but become curious about her.

After all, he no longer knows what is real and what is fictional, so it's better to just go straightforwardly and let himself live an ordinary life for a while... even if it turns out to be unreal in the end.

But tonight, everything that happened was just a dream.

In the following time, Juxi's life became very peaceful, and he just kept to himself in his own world, which he had already figured out very clearly.

He is very clear-minded at the moment... at least his consciousness is very clear.

Juxi walks on the empty streets where weeds grow everywhere, some of them even more than a meter tall, almost as tall as Juxi himself.

There are things I want to forget completely, but there are also some... that I want to remember forever, at least until the moment I suddenly disappear.

After leaving the room, Juxi has been quite calm, because he already understands the game rules between them, so he knows how to play this foolish game!

Life is nothing more than a game, as shown in Juxi, this sentence is absolutely true.

However, Juxi is too entangled in his memories, always feeling that the game rules are changing too fast.

Although there is nothing to do, he still enjoys playing.

Just for show, like a play, maybe Juxi himself has discovered something interesting.

Walking silently like this, Juxi truly hoped that after he finished this journey, he would be able to see a different tomorrow. Only then would he obtain the final thing and get what he wanted.

"Leave me... I've already fallen in love with this kind of life, you can't torment me!"

Juxi wanted to shout, but he couldn't even make a sound. Even when he managed to, it was just a hoarse squeak.

He now felt like a rat, living in a dirty and damp corner, constantly avoiding the annoying ghosts of reality.

But it had been so long already, maybe Juxi wasn't becoming stronger, but more easily defeated.

He didn't know when, but suddenly he realized he had reached the outskirts.

It was a strange feeling. He found panicked little deer everywhere, and occasionally even saw giraffes drinking water by the brook.

"It's a brook!"

At the sight of the brook, Juxi suddenly felt parched. He had an impulse to drink the water dry.

He didn't say much, just quickened his pace to reach the brook and then bowed his head to wash his dark face with the clear water.

After traveling for who knows how long, as long as he walked this road to the end, he would reach the true conclusion of the game.

"Interesting, is the monster I can't face soon the boss?"

Juxi mocked the sky, hoping that the one controlling his life could hear it, to let that person know that he had already failed!

Days turned into years, and Juxi continued to wander on the empty earth like this.

He seemed to have a purpose, searching for a way to leave this world. In the blink of an eye, fifty years had passed!

During these fifty years, Juxi relied on the phone call that came promptly every noon to get through each day. As long as he could receive that call, he could feel a trace of warmth.

He didn't know why, but he soon didn't want to leave this world anymore because he received that call every day at noon, and he could hear that lovely voice on the other end. So, if he really left, would he never hear that voice again?

Now well into old age, he floated alone on the sea.

And just at this moment, he received that familiar yet unfamiliar call once again.

"Hello... Is it you? How many years has it been... Are you still unwilling to tell me your name?"

"The game is about to end, you can leave now."

"No, you still haven't told me your name."

"... I have already told you, but you have a bad memory... You forgot."

"Is that so? Hahaha, then let this old man with a bad memory hear it again. I will definitely remember it this time."

"... "

"You still won't tell me, huh?"

Juxi slumped on the boat, but this time, it wasn't because he wanted to slack off. He genuinely felt unwell.

Although his mind was very clear, his body couldn't hold on any longer.

"Phone..." At the moment his consciousness faded away, his lips continued to tremble slightly.

Ring~!

A voice suddenly sounded on the other end of the phone, saying, "Congratulations... You've cleared the game."