The soldiers rushed up and slashed at me. I was unable to parry.

I watched the deadliest blade roll down at me, but it stopped at my forehead.

It was strangely quiet around, and time seemed to stop. Then everything around me faded and peeled like an old wall.

The whole world is dissipating and reorganizing.

Light and shadow make up a strange picture. These pictures keep rising or falling.

A few minutes later, I came to another scene.

The surrounding environment is very familiar.

I have lived and looked forward to here for so long that I will come here even in my dream. Never admit your mistake!

I was stunned for a long time and still couldn't accept the fact. I didn't know how to digest this ecstasy.

The car whistled in the street. The roadside is full of green plants. The Labrador dog follows its owner leisurely. The schoolbag carrying pupil is holding a comic book in his hand.

"I want to be the pirate king!" He muttered to himself.

I remember this place. I remember.

I walked to a shop and saw me in sportswear through the mirror in front of the door.

I'm 18.

I ran wildly and couldn't help sobbing.

I'm back! I'm back! Radicals' theory is right! I'm the last surviving jumper. I'm back! I'm still that boy!

Rushed home and I pushed the door open. I saw her with tears in her eyes and anger.

"Mom!"

I came forward and hugged her. No matter how she hit me or scolded me, I wouldn't let go.

"I'm back! Mom! I miss you! Mom! I love you! Mom! Mom! Mom!"

I love you!

I love you!

In the first few days after I came back, I cried almost every moment. Everything in this world is so lovely in my eyes. This is still the world I'm familiar with. It hasn't changed at all.

My martial arts is gone. It only exists in the chaotic order and is lost when I come here. But I don't care. That's not what I want.

I began to be filial to my mother, who was also moved by my change. We've never been so close.

But fate made a big joke on me.

In my sophomore year, my mother suffered from liver cancer. After only half a year, she died and left me.

In this world, I have become lonely again.

The feeling after master's death haunted me again. I often shouted and cried inexplicably.

I started thinking. I dare not look in the mirror. From time to time, Hades's scarred face came to mind.

Auditory and visual hallucinations began to appear. I often see my strict and caring master wake me up early in the morning; See the noisy sad telling cold jokes that are not funny; When I see happy, who doesn't smile, I frown; He saw Hades put his face close to me and said, "look at me."

These hallucinations are getting worse and worse. I drink all day and paralyze myself with alcohol. My temper is getting more and more strange and I often get angry. All I think about is the bloody scenes of fighting and killing in that world.

Finally, I was sent to a mental hospital by my neighbors.

On a sunny afternoon just after taking a tranquilizer, the Dean called me to the clinic.

I'll sit down. He looked through some information and looked up at me.

"This is information from another mental hospital." He handed the information to the doctor next to me, "your father was treated there. The disease is the same as you."

The doctor took the information and turned it over.

"Can you talk to us about your father?" The dean said.

For a moment, my scalp tingled.

Why do I think of it now... My father, my father who committed suicide by drinking, domestic violence and finally cutting his wrists, the father who failed in my eyes, has he ever had the same experience as me?

What kind of people and things did he encounter in that bloody and chaotic world? Which side did you choose in the choice between good and evil? In those long nights, what did he think and decide?

I looked out from the window behind the dean. The bright sky was covered by a dark cloud.

Which one is "our world"?

(Ending 2，end)