Prologue

  I woke up in a burst of light.

  No rooms and no beds, bright seemingly endless.

  I dazedly climbed up and looked around, wanting to find an exit.

  Then I cleared my throat and asked somewhat uncertainly:

  "Is anyone there?"

  No response, as expected.

  I think this must be a dream, I have to search slowly, when I find the exit, outside is either a sea of flowers or a busy street, maybe I'll even get on a small boat, and Comrade Wei Xingyun becomes the boatman rowing for me.

  Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh.

  I subconsciously wanted to tidy up my long hair, it's a habitual action of mine, no matter where I am, I will unconsciously fiddle with my own hair.

  Hand lifted up, without touching anything.

  I lowered my head in surprise, and then used my hand to scoop up my own hair again. Then I saw my hand slowly passing through my long hair.

  They say that pinching oneself in a dream doesn't hurt. I hesitated and raised my hand to pinch myself, but my hand passed through my arm.

  The whole world suddenly fell into darkness, and then I finally remembered, I was already dead.

  Yes, I am not dreaming, I am real, and I have already died.

  Dear friends...... I want to be the tyrant king...

  At least... make a sound...

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