Thinking back on the past, Wang Zhongyi spoke with a sigh, "When I first started out, to make myself look tough, I cut many wounds into my flesh and didn't even dare to wash my hair before going out, so I'd look all ragged and not someone to be messed with."
"Now that the world is at peace, there's no need for that anymore. Cleaning up a bit might even help me find my true love sooner, right?"
"I've long wished for a genuine and sweet romance. That's practically my dream."
Qin Le couldn't help but laugh, "Alright, you're the smart one. Off you go."
"Got it."
...
"I... I'm not dead?"
As the sun set half behind the mountains, a man with a goatee crawled out from a grave outside the city. At first, he glanced around bewilderedly, then gave a wry smile; in this damned world, even wishing for death was futile.
Perhaps that player named Chen Yi had already left?
The world had restarted.
All of the players' memories had been altered.
Only he remembered everything.