The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

"And what about reality?"

"Can someone who dies in the real world be resurrected?" Chen Feng asked his question.

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the entire grocery store suddenly froze.

Everyone's breathing slowed down.

His body is parasitized in reality.

That thing took over his body, and it was Lei Yue and the others who killed him in reality.

If I hadn't come to Wasteland Era, if I hadn't come to the general store...

He is now a cold corpse.

But now, in the real world, he doesn't even have a complete corpse. Can he still be resurrected?

The sparrow's tiny, black bean-like eyes darted around and landed on Chen Feng, scrutinizing him with a strange look.

After a long while, it finally spoke.

To understand why they could be resurrected, you first need to understand one thing.

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow slightly.

What makes you who you are?

Everyone present looked at each other, bewildered and confused.

Lei Yue scratched the back of his head and was the first to speak.

"I am who I am, what's there to prove?"

He patted his chest, looking completely matter-of-fact.

"And why should I prove something that can't be proven?"

The sparrow stared at him for three seconds.

[...You brute!]

Lei Yue: "......."

Chen Feng did not respond.

His fingers rested on the table, his fingertips tracing the fine lines on the cup's surface.

Why should I be myself?

He hadn't really thought about that, because naturally, he could only be himself.

However, this question may seem absurd at first glance, but upon closer examination, it is indeed quite interesting.

If he dies and then comes back to life, why would the person who comes back to life still be Chen Feng?

They look alike, have the same memories, or is it something else?

If you're just copying an identical body, what's the difference between that and cloning?

Is the cloned thing really him?

The thought had barely crossed my mind when a chill ran down my spine.

He died once beside the bronze coffin.

This is a fact.

Is the person sitting in this chair now really the same Chen Feng?

The sparrow seemed satisfied with his silence, offering neither urging nor mocking him.

After a few seconds, he slowly and deliberately began to speak.

It is memory.

Just three simple words.

Everyone turned to look at him.

The sparrow hopped a couple of steps, leaping from the corner of the counter to the very center, surveying everyone from its elevated position.

Your memories, your family's memories of you, your friends' memories of you, and the memories of those around you—these memories combined define who you are.

No one spoke in the shop.

Even Lei Yue, who is usually carefree, frowned at this moment.

"memory?"

"It's that simple?"

Sparrow: [Of course it's not that simple. It involves countless rules, and you can't omit even one. For example...]

Lei Yue's expression changed, and he quickly waved his hand to interrupt: "Um... I think I would still prefer the simpler version."

【...】

Are you trying to fool me?

The sparrow rolled her eyes at him and continued, "The moment you become employees, the grocery store will store all your information."

Every death you face is real, including in Wasteland Era; every single death is real.

The moment those words were spoken, the temperature in the grocery store dropped a few degrees.

Sun Miao's hand holding the teacup wobbled, spilling a few drops of tea that burned the back of his hand, but he was completely unaware.

Every death is real.

It's not a fake death, it's not virtual, and it's not a data simulation.

It was a real death.

In layman's terms, the essence of resurrection is that the general store reshapes your body into a completely new one and copies your stored memories into it.

A new body? A copy of memories?

Lei Yue was stunned for a while, then suddenly slapped his thigh.

He felt confident again: "I know this!"

Everyone looked at him.

"Just like game data!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing with both hands in the air.

"Your body is like your phone, and your memories are like your game account data. If your phone breaks, no problem! Just get a new phone, log back into your account, and all your data will be there!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at everyone with an expression that said, "I'm such a genius."

Everyone: "..."

Li Yuanguang's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he ultimately kept them closed.

This analogy is a bit crude, but logically... it seems there's really nothing wrong with it.

If it were any more complicated, he probably wouldn't understand.

The sparrow glanced at him sideways.

I really envy you for living such a simple life; it's so wonderful.

Lei Yue grinned, it was rare for him to be praised, although it didn't sound like a compliment at all.

But Chen Feng did not laugh.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip of the slightly cooled tea, and put the cup down slowly.

"A new body."

He repeated those four words.

"Can it truly perfectly match memories?"

Getting a completely new body is not as simple as changing a phone case.

Can it truly be a perfect match for oneself?

The sparrow tilted its head, its beady black eyes staring straight at Chen Feng.

I've given you my body.

Whether you adapt or not is your own business.

Chen Feng's fingers paused slightly.

Sparrow added another sentence.

Besides, you should be grateful you even survived.

What more could you ask for?

Chen Feng: "..."

He opened his mouth, but for a moment he couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Yes.

To be able to stand up again after dying is already an extraordinary and illogical feat.

To be so picky is really ungrateful.

Lin Mo put the cleaned glass back on the shelf, turned around, and leaned against the counter.

He didn't say a word, but he heard everyone's conversation.

Memory determines a person's existence.

Death is real.

Resurrection is rebirth.

Doesn't that mean that becoming a shop assistant is like signing an indestructible contract?

Lei Yue didn't have that many complicated thoughts.

He strode up to Chen Feng and slapped him on the shoulder with such force that Chen Feng leaned forward.

"Captain! As long as you're alive, who cares about a new body or an old body!"

"At worst, we can practice again!"

Chen Feng winced as he was slapped, then raised his hand and pushed the other man's hand away.

"Be gentle, that almost sent me to see my great-grandmother."

Lei Yue was taken aback, then realized what was happening and quickly withdrew his hand, his expression becoming extremely subtle.

Like a collector who accidentally dropped and dented his newly bought figurine.

"Hehe, sorry, sorry..."

Chen Feng helplessly moved his shoulder, which had been patted so hard.

He felt no sensation in his new body, as if it were his own.

I just really can't figure out how they did it.

However, he wasn't one to dwell on things; if he couldn't figure something out, he simply stopped thinking about it. He was already incredibly lucky to have survived.

He only has one question now.

"I've only been resurrected in Wasteland Era, so what about the real world?"

"Don't forget, my original body is already completely cold..."