Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 867: Cosmic Fragments, Behind the Reversal

Cosmic fragments, behind the reversal

Feng Jing's consciousness was like torn cloth, rapidly dispersing in the empty space. He felt a sense of powerlessness, as if invisible chains were tightly binding him. No matter how hard he tried, he could not escape this bondage. It was like being nailed to the cross of fate, constantly suffering torture.

However, just when Feng Jing was about to give up, a deep light burst out from the void, illuminating his collapsing consciousness. This light was unlike anything he had ever encountered before. It was not warm, nor was it dazzling. It was more like an extremely ancient existence, full of endless knowledge and power.

"You think you can escape?" the cold voice echoed again, but this time, its tone seemed less threatening and more filled with deep mockery. "You can't escape the chessboard of fate, because you've never left it. You've been living in this illusory game, dreaming that you can control everything, but everything is just an illusion woven for you by others."

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to grow clearer under this radiant light. He discovered that everything before him was no longer the void he once knew, but a vast world, a boundless expanse of cosmic fragments. These fragments floated in endless space and time, intertwining and colliding with each other, like a gigantic cosmic puzzle. Each fragment represented a possible world, a possible fate, and Feng Jing was but one of them, as tiny as a speck of dust.

"This is..." Feng Jing looked at all this in disbelief. "Is this a fragment of the universe? Is this the 'fate' I've seen?"

"Destiny?" The voice laughed contemptuously. "What do you think you understand? You are just a part of these fragments, and you have no idea of ​​the true world you live in. Your so-called destiny is just a branch of the endless evolution of the universe. It does not belong to you, nor to any other existence. You could even say it doesn't exist at all."

A deep sense of unease suddenly welled up within Feng Jing. It turned out that everything he had experienced—the past glory, the current helplessness, even the oppressive feeling—was a byproduct of the universe's evolution, an incomprehensible dislocation. The "destiny" he had been chasing was nothing more than an illusion, a fabricated fabrication of countless dimensional fragments.

"Don't you think that the true nature of fate is..." The voice suddenly paused, as if it too was pondering some extremely complex question. After a moment, it finally gave an answer that Feng Jing couldn't bear. "You are merely the creator of fate, yet you never realized that you are merely a virtual existence, an accidental copy."

"A copy?" Feng Jing's voice shook the entire void. "What do you mean? Am I not a living being in... this world?"

"A living existence?" His voice was thick with sarcasm. "What you consider 'existence' is nothing more than a game in another virtual world. You have been reset and replicated countless times, countless versions of yourself constantly created and destroyed in countless versions of this world. You have never lived. Everything you have experienced is just another level of illusion. Your life, all your choices, all your rebellions, all your creations and destructions, are nothing, all part of the program."

Feng Jing's eyes widened, the shock within him nearly overwhelming him. He had never realized that everything about him was just a "copy," a virtual journey played out over and over again. He was no longer a unique being in the universe, but a test subject, a tool, or perhaps even an NPC in a game, for a more powerful being, a higher-dimensional being.

Feng Jing's heart suddenly tightened. At that moment, his consciousness seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. It turned out that everything was false, and everything he did was meaningless. Every second he struggled, every attempt to challenge fate, was a futile effort.

"Then..." Feng Jing's voice became hoarse, as if he had lost all his strength. "What else can I do? If everything is destined, if I am just a copy, a part of a program, then what else can I do?"

Feng Jing suddenly felt a sense of extreme absurdity. He understood that all this was just a repetitive cycle, an endless virtual game, and no matter how hard he tried, he could never escape it. No matter how he struggled, the end result was the same.

"If this is the rule of the game..." Feng Jing looked down at his hands, as if they no longer belonged to him, "then I will break it completely."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, as if the very rules of the world began to crumble in his single thought. He suddenly felt that he was no longer a pawn in the game, but the controller, the hidden "player." He began to distort his own existence, rewriting the rules, tearing apart the very fabric of this virtual world, breaking free from all constraints.

However, just as Feng Jing's consciousness was about to completely tear apart all the rules, the voice sounded again, with an extremely ancient indifference: "Do you think you can break this game? Even if you can reset everything, you are still just a part of the game. You are nothing more than the eternal cycle of the game, and there is no escape."

Feng Jing smiled slightly, with a hint of unspeakable madness in his voice: "Then let this game... never end."

Chapter 868: Endless Rift, Gate of Void