"'Abyss Walker'...'Walker'..."
Lin Yi's gaze landed on the final signature, staring at the crossed-out twisted name "Abyss Walker", lost in thought...
"August of year X000..."
In Lin Yi's memory, this is a sensitive time point, the millennium, significant... And the content in this book is also at this time point.
The collision of two time points created an unprecedented sense of absurdity and conflict in his heart.
This strong sense of conflict is like you sitting at the window eating a candlelit dinner, seeing through the glass a homeless man curled up in a dark street corner, two completely different worlds simultaneously presenting stories on both sides of the transparent glass...
"If it's not me who's insane, then it's this world..."
Lin Yi gritted his teeth, vaguely starting to feel a slight shake about the world he was in.
Why does no one around him remember that "normal" world—except Liangzi and his roommates?
