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Time rewound to the moment when Zhong Xuan collided with the boulder while being pursued by a car. Both vehicles were sent flying, and he fell into unconsciousness.
Zhong Xuan felt as if he had died. According to legend, the dead wander alone in a vast, white, desert-like expanse. It is said that within this desert lies a pool of water, meant for wandering souls to wash their faces.
He believed he was one of those wandering souls, destined to approach the pool and wash his face, only to discover that his hands and face were rotting, revealing his death.
However, strangely enough, Zhong Xuan felt he wasn’t walking in a desert. Instead, he sensed movement; the bright light above seemed to flicker. He couldn’t tell if the sky was moving or if it was himself.
In a daze, he instinctively reached out to grasp something. With little strength left, his arm dropped down and struck against something solid, making him realize that something was dragging him along.
With great effort, he forced his eyes open. As consciousness slowly returned, the pain hit him hard! His lips were cracked, and even the slightest movement caused beads of blood to surface. He felt utterly exhausted; it was as if he were being roasted beside a fire.
The limited shade above him shielded him from the intense heat. Even the air he breathed through his nostrils felt warm. Once his vision cleared completely, he finally saw that the dark covering above him was a piece of black cloth, and what was dragging him forward was a car seat cushion.
He heard voices: “He’s awake; give him some water.”
“Who? Who’s talking?” Zhong Xuan struggled to sit up but found himself too weak. However, after he spoke, the moving sky suddenly came to a halt.
Footsteps crunched on the ground as a familiar face appeared before him.
“Nair?” His voice was hoarse, and he doubted whether it was really his own. He tried to lean forward slightly, but it felt like his head and body were separating in pain.
“Sir, you’re awake; drink some water.” Nair produced a battered plastic bottle with only half of its body intact, filled with murky yet precious water.
Unable to resist, Zhong Xuan opened his mouth. The water flowed like nectar into his parched throat. After drinking, he felt a bit of strength returning to his weary body.
"Where are we going?"
Nair tucked away the plastic bottle and glanced at him with indifference, replying slowly, "Away from danger, to a safe place."
"What danger? Where are we going?"
"The city is dangerous. We are going to a safe place, sir."
"No, we can't leave the city. My wife is still in the city." Zhong Xuan attempted to rise.
"Sir, we cannot go back. They will kill us," Nair said, calling another robot to continue dragging him forward.
Zhong Xuan panicked and tumbled off the stretcher. Under the scorching heat and intense radiation, he felt as if he were about to ignite.
Even so, he resisted Nair and the other robots' pleas: "Sir, what you are doing is very dangerous." A few robots silently followed him as he stumbled and staggered in the opposite direction of where Nair wanted to go.
This place had once been a vast blue ocean, but due to the Nuclear War, an atomic bomb had been dropped. The ocean was gone; the seawater had drained into low-lying areas, turning this place into a radiation zone.
The searing light felt like fire slowly draining his strength, almost sucking out the last remnants of blood from his capillaries, leaving him on the verge of becoming a lifeless husk.
Zhong Xuan stubbornly pressed on, step by step. The dizzying sensation hit him again; he knew he couldn't go on. His once towering figure shrank down to something small, like a mere dot. His gaze fixed on the direction he wanted to go before he gradually collapsed onto the desert floor.
He truly did not wish to wake again; suffering like this seemed worse than death. But in reality, it was not as simple as he imagined. When he awoke once more, he found that he had been dragged much farther from where he had just run.
Damn robots, why don't you just kill me? Zhong Xuan began to resent Nair. He refused to drink water and felt drowsy when he thought he saw Nair approaching him.
Zhong Xuan focused his gaze, and it was not just an illusion; Nair was indeed standing before him. Dehydrated, hungry, and parched, he found himself unable to refuse her kindness any longer.
"Sir, you should replenish your protein," she said.
Zhong Xuan slightly parted his lips, unable to resist as Nair placed a wriggling white worm into his mouth, which had opened unconsciously. The worm seemed tasteless and not as disgusting as he had imagined. He felt it slide down his throat, automatically making its way into his gullet, where it would soon be absorbed by his starving insides.
In the desert, there were jagged rocks that must have been remnants from the underwater world. It was among those rugged stones that Nair had found water.
For several days, Zhong Xuan had been consuming these strange worms. Although his body continued to weaken, it was still better than starving to death. Thoughts of his wife lingered in his mind, and his resentment towards Nair gradually diminished.
"Where are we going?" This was the only question Zhong Xuan could muster; he had no idea how to communicate with these stubborn iron-clad beings.
"Sir, are you hungry?" Nair asked, pulling a lively worm from a metal box and offering it to him.
In a daze before, he had mindlessly swallowed unknown worms. Now that he was more aware, seeing the worm wriggling powerfully in her iron grip made him feel an indescribable nausea.
"No, I'm not hungry."
Nair was clever and shrewd; having learned from past experiences, she did not reveal to Zhong Xuan where they were headed.
"Why are you taking me away?"
"Because you are a good person."
"Wrong. There are so many good people; why choose me?" Zhong Xuan sensed that there must be a hidden agenda behind this.
Nair was pressed for an answer and could only reply, "Terrible events are happening in the city. Master Han Ming wants to save you."
"Han Ming? What terrible events?"
"Murder, blood flowing like rivers, riots, revolutions."
Han Ming? Could it be that the scheming mechanic behind all this was Han Ming? Zhong Xuan was momentarily stunned. He allowed the robot to continue dragging him away, but he was determined to see the outcome, not wanting to cause any more trouble.
What was Han Ming doing? Was he really playing a game of conspiracy?
Nair was created by Han Ming, and sometimes strange thoughts and consciousness from Han Ming were absorbed into him. He had one thought in his mind: he must help Zhong Xuan reunite with his brother, Zhong Neng.
The Reincarnation Device's sophisticated system intelligence sparked his little universe. In this small town, the only person he knew was Zhong Neng, and only Zhong Neng could help him complete the task of repairing the Reincarnation Device.
Once a person's little universe erupts, it is immeasurable. Han Ming developed a fervent interest in the principles of reincarnation trajectories.
He transformed the Reincarnation Device into what appeared to be an ordinary guitar case, equipping it with a time device on the exterior. This time device would later be widely used by Xiao Qiang, leading Han Ming to be listed among the world's notable inventors.
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