I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

"fluctuation?"

Qi Ye smiled, a smile as serene as that of a meditating high monk.

"No, I just finally saw the truth."

This world, this universe, you, me, this bathroom.

This bath towel is all emptiness, utterly meaningless.

He looked down at his hands.

"I tried hard to sell light cones in order to survive."

He muttered to himself.

"But now I understand."

Whether alive or dead, it is essentially a change in the arrangement of atoms.

What's there to care about?

He raised his head, his gaze passing over March 7th and over everything in the bathroom.

It felt as if we had pierced through the walls of the Star Train and seen an endless sea of ​​stars.

"Perhaps, it's not so bad to end it like this."

Qi Ye said softly, a smile of disillusionment still playing on her lips.

"The forty-eighth death should come soon."

Chapter 2 Accident

Three minutes of existential nihilism is neither long nor short.

However, the effect of forced calming ended after one minute.

March 7th blinked.

It was as if someone had suddenly pressed and released the pause button; the calm on her face vanished instantly.

She looked down at herself, sitting naked in the bathtub.

They were just seriously analyzing something a moment ago.

Did she say those words? Did she use that tone of voice?

A wave of shame washed over her, almost overwhelming her.

But now is not the time to blush.

Because the man was standing in the middle of the bathroom.

With a knowing smile on his face, he walked toward the window.

March 7th's mind hadn't fully recovered from the aftereffects of being forced to stay calm.

But her body had already moved first.

"and many more!"

She jumped up from the bathtub and grabbed a towel from the side, wrapping it haphazardly around herself.

Barefoot on the wet tiles, she rushed over and grabbed the man's arm tightly.

"What are you trying to do?!"

Qi Ye turned around, his gaze empty yet compassionate, as if looking at a lost child.

"walk."

"It's outer space!!!"

"Space is also emptiness."

Qiye smiled and tried to break free from her fingers.

"There is no essential difference between voids. Let me go."

"No! You'll die!"

"Death is the rearrangement of atoms."

Qi Ye explained gently.

"My atoms will return to the universe and become part of the stardust."

One day, millions of years from now, they might recombine into a flower, a star, or another person.

Isn't it beautiful to think about it this way?

March 7th's eyes widened.

Beautiful? Beautiful?! What is this person saying?!

She clung tightly to Qi Ye's arm; the bath towel had loosened slightly during the earlier tug-of-war, but she didn't care.

The man in front of her was looking at her with an expression that suggested he was about to attain enlightenment.

It seemed as if it would turn into stars and disappear into the universe at any moment.

"Beautiful my foot!"

On March 7th, he finally couldn't hold back and roared out.

"What atoms rearranged! What turned into flowers and stars!"

If you die now, you're dead! You'll just become a pile of space junk!

There's not even a tombstone! Who would lay flowers for space debris?!

Qi Ye's smile remained unchanged, still as kind as a Buddha.

"Tombstones are nothing. Flowers are nothing. Whether they exist or not, it's all the same."

"Same as everyone else!"

March 7th was so angry that his voice cracked.

"Can you please stop talking in that cynical tone?"

Do you know how incredibly annoying you look right now?! And that'll be happening sometime in billions of years.

Why don't you say that one day, billions of years from now, your atoms will turn into a pile of cosmic monster excrement?

That could very well be true!

On March 7th, he felt his resistance weakening and was overjoyed. He quickly increased his strength and pulled him back.

Then she stepped on a piece of shower gel foam.

The tiled floor was already slippery, and she was barefoot when she rushed over.

Now, due to excessive force, my foot slipped suddenly, and I instantly lost my balance, my body falling backward uncontrollably.

"Wow!"

She instinctively reached out to grab something, but one hand was still holding onto Qiye's arm.

Her other hand was originally pressed against the towel on her chest.

In the instant of losing balance, the hand instinctively opened, and the knot of the bath towel came undone.

The pink bath towel slipped silently off.

My mind went completely blank on March 7th.

She saw that Qiye had also lost his balance because of her pulling.

The two of them fell to the ground together.

She saw the bathroom ceiling spinning in her field of vision.

The bath towel had long since flown away and was nowhere to be found.

March 7th's brain completely shut down.

She could feel the man pressing down on her, her chest pressed tightly against his face.

March 7th froze completely.

Then, Qiye awoke from existential nihilism.

His consciousness switched from nothingness to reality in a fraction of a second.

Then his body reacted before his brain did.

He took a sniff instinctively.

"Ok!"

The sound of March 7th completely activated Qi Ye's brain.

On March 7th, the body moved before the brain.

By the time she realized what was happening, her right fist had already slammed solidly into Qi Ye's temple.

boom.

The punch was so powerful that even her own hand went numb.

Qi Ye's eyes rolled back, his body swayed, and he slid off her, falling heavily to his side on the tiled floor.

It stopped moving.

March 7th remained in the punching stance, panting heavily.

"What are you inhaling?!"

Chapter 3 Who's Secretly in Love with You?

The first second after waking up

Qi Ye felt as if he were bound tightly all over.

He tried to move his fingers and found that even his fingers were individually fixed in place.

Who tied them up? Isn't this method of binding a bit too professional?

He struggled to open his eyes, and a magnified version of March 7th's face was right in front of him, its eyes filled with anger and annoyance.

Upon seeing that Qiye had woken up, San Yueqi immediately turned away angrily.

Qi Ye was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that she was dressed neatly, dry and in good fit.

Who dressed him?

The moment the question popped into her head, Qi Ye decisively pressed the delete button, deciding never to ask for the answer again.

His gaze shifted, and he quickly made out the people in the room.

A red-haired woman with a gentle demeanor stood by the window.

A man with cold eyes stood against the wall, and March 7th turned away.

Based on her experience before the transmigration, Qiye recognized it instantly.

These three are clearly Ji Zi, Dan Heng, and San Yue Qi.

I looked around but didn't see Walter anywhere.

"woke up."

Himeko's voice was gentle yet tinged with scrutiny.

“Then let’s continue talking about what happened before you fell into a coma. March already told us part of it.”

Qi Ye's heart skipped a beat. Part of it, but which part?

He glanced quickly at March 7th, but the girl turned her back to him.

He stiffened his neck and pretended to be focused on the starry sea outside the window, refusing to even give him a side profile.

"March 7th said you fell out of a spatial rift and landed in the bathroom."