Divine Uniqueness

Chapter 2 Void

"Brother, I told you I'd go to the hospital with you!"

Song Cunzhen opened his eyes and saw Song Xinyu standing in front of him, puffing up her cheeks and looking at him with dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong...?"

Song Cunzhen hesitated. His remaining consciousness was only focused on the moment the strange sound appeared in his mind, and he had no idea what happened afterward.

"You collapsed in a small alley next to the hospital. The police sent me to pick you up."

Song Xinyu explained that Song Cunzhen realized what was happening and felt somewhat apologetic:

"I didn't expect it to flare up after I left the hospital. I used to only have problems during the full moon."

Song Xinyu pointed to the white fungus and lotus seed soup next to her, and Song Cunzhen picked it up and tasted it carefully.

"Brother, I think you need to rest a bit recently," Song Xinyu said seriously. "I've already found an internship. You can take some time off and use my salary to cover your expenses."

"It's not that serious," Song Cunzhen said, not forgetting to praise Song Xinyu's white fungus and lotus seed soup: "It's delicious."

Song Cunzhen shifted his gaze to the table and said with some doubt:

"What's on that notebook up there?"

Song Xinyu then shifted her gaze to that direction and said:

"I don't know... It's your handwriting, brother. You must have written it yourself."

Song Xinyu handed the notebook to Song Cunzhen, who was half-lying on the bed. Song Cunzhen glanced at it:

"At midnight tonight, gazing at the starry sky, I offer four sacrifices: a sunflower, a four-leaf clover, and a precious item that has been with me for over four years: a forget-me-not."

Song Cunzhen frowned. The handwriting was exactly the same as his own, but he had no recollection of it. Did he write it before he lost consciousness? Or did he wake up once during his coma and lose his memory?

My condition has gotten so severe that I've lost my memory? Could this be a precursor to schizophrenia?

Song Cunzhen closed the notebook, looked at Song Xinyu's curious gaze, and said:

"Xinyu, do you have any plans this afternoon?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"Let's go to the park and find four-leaf clovers."

The four-leaf clover is a symbol of good luck and is a very famous lucky clover. It usually has three small leaves and is heart-shaped, but only a few will have four leaves.

Song Cunzhen and Song Xinyu were extremely lucky and quickly gathered a bunch of four-leaf clovers. Song Xinyu was pleasantly surprised.

"Wow, I've never seen so many four-leaf clovers before!"

"I'm really lucky today."

The sun was shining brightly, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the weekend provided perfect weather for an outing. On their way back, Song Cunzhen and Song Xinyu encountered people with smiles on their faces, celebrating their weekend.

On his way back, Song Cunzhen bought a bunch of daylilies and a sunflower. Daylilies are generally another name for daylilies, which have funnel-shaped red flowers with bright colors.

Song Xinyu then picked out a bouquet of lilies, intending to put them in a vase and enjoy them when she got home.

After returning home, Song Cunzhen first went to her room to prepare the four materials. When she returned to the living room, Song Xinyu had already arranged the lilies.

As a girl with a very good sense of aesthetics, Song Xinyu paired a few lilies with the vase in her room and created a very beautiful combination. At least Song Cunzhen looked at it several times and felt that it was almost perfect.

Song Xinyu sat cross-legged on the sofa, her phone held horizontally, and asked, "Brother, wanna play games?"

"Call on."

At 11 o'clock, Song Cunzhen persuaded Song Xinyu to go to her room to sleep, claiming that she had lost four games in a row and didn't want to play anymore. He then secretly took four materials and went up to the rooftop.

Sunflowers, four-leaf clovers, and forget-me-nots—precious items that had been with him for at least four years. Song Cunzhen chose the notebook that had inexplicably contained the words that made him go to the rooftop in the middle of the night. It was his diary, which he had used for four years, and it perfectly met the requirements.

Once on the rooftop, a thought inevitably surfaced in Song Cunzhen's mind.

No one would call the police and say they're going to commit suicide, would they?

Looking down at the ground, it seemed to be getting closer and closer.

A cold wind blew from the rooftop, and Song Cunzhen banished these thoughts from his mind, beginning to look around.

The rooftop was empty; there wasn't a soul in sight.

Just as Song Cunzhen began to doubt whether she was truly schizophrenic, the diary in her arms suddenly trembled and fell to the ground.

Song Cunzhen bent down to pick them up, and the other three materials she was holding fell to the ground.

The starlight shone, and four things glittered on the ground.

As someone living in a light-polluted area, Song Cunzhen saw a sky full of stars for the first time when he looked up from his apartment building.

"I smell a scent that doesn't belong to you..."

A familiar voice rang in Song Cunzhen's ears, slightly different from the voice that had been echoing in his mind before. But when Song Cunzhen tried to discern it carefully, his extreme headache forced him to listen.

"You don't belong to me... what a pity."

The voice continued, "How much do you already know about 'us'?"

Song Cunzhen, enduring a headache, said:

"I don't know who you are, and I've never learned anything about you. There's just a voice that keeps echoing in my mind, giving me a vague feeling that something is about to happen in this world."

"The person who made contact outside the door... your feeling is correct."

The voice continued:

"The world will end in one month."

Doomsday!

Song Cunzhen was startled; even though he had been somewhat prepared, this matter still frightened him.

How could this happen?

The voice seemed to sense Song Cunzhen's confusion and continued:

"Because the door is about to open, and they will come in with the starlight."

"If you want to protect yourself, I can give you a chance."

"What opportunity?" Song Cunzhen asked.

"To become an apostle of the gods, or to become one of the gods." The voice suddenly became somewhat expectant, seemingly carrying a hint of mockery and impatience: "You have no right to refuse, because you have already come into contact with us."

"What do I need to do?"

"You can choose to become either a Walker or a Poison Master. These are two extraordinary professions."

Song Cunzhen thought for a moment and said:

"I choose to be a traveler!"

In an instant, a streak of starlight flashed, leaving an imprint on Song Cunzhen's mind, and the voice laughed, saying:

"As you wish."

"You siblings are really in sync. So that little girl must be a poison master."

Song Cunzhen looked behind her in shock. Behind her, Song Xin looked at Song Cunzhen with the same shock. The two looked at each other and saw what they wanted to see in each other's eyes.

Song Cunzhen: What are you doing here!

Song Xinyu: Brother, were all those things you said before true?!

As the starlight shifted, Song Cunzhen sensed that the voice had faded away, and a wave of weakness washed over him, almost causing him to collapse to the ground.

Song Xinyu quickly stepped forward, helped Song Cunzhen up, and said, "Brother, let's go home first."

"When we get home, bro, write down a shopping list, and we'll go buy it right away!"