I Went Back in Time and Became Otherworldly Handsome

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”Xiang Feng, ” Uncle Zhao said, his voice heavy with sorrow. ”Im so sorry. Your parents they—they didn make it. There was a fire at their house. ”

Xiang Fengs breath hitched as the words sunk in. His parents were gone. He shook, his mind racing as he tried to process the news.

”And your sister, ” Uncle Zhao continued. ”She tried to save them. Im so sorry, Xiang Feng. She didn make it either. ” Xiang Feng felt the tears fall as the reality of the situation crashed down on him. His sister was gone, too. He had lost his entire family in one night. Xiang Feng took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He could hear Uncle Zhaos voice on the other end of the line, speaking words of comfort, but they sounded distant and muffled. All Xiang Feng could focus on was the pain of the loss he was feeling. He had lost everything he loved in one night.

Xiang Feng sat motionless in bed, staring blankly at the floor. His hands trembled as he tried to process the news he had just received. It was a blow he hadn expected, yet one he had dreaded for some time. He felt a wave of despair wash over him as he realized that his life was now irreversibly changed. As he sat there, Xiang Fengs mind wandered. He thought about all the ways his life could be ended.

After a few moments, he got up from his chair and walked over to his computer. He was determined to find out just how easy it would be to end his life. Xiang Feng nervously typed in keywords into the search bar. His hands shook as he read through the results. The number of websites offering detailed instructions on how to commit suicide shocked him. He read through each article carefully, searching for the perfect method. Xiang Feng felt a strange sense of excitement as he read through the information. He felt calm at the thought of putting an end to his pain and suffering forever. He scanned through the various methods, carefully weighing each one against the other. After what felt like hours, Xiang Feng had his answer. He had found the perfect way for him to end his life. He sighed heavily as he realized this was the only way out of his misery. With a sense of both trepidation and resolve, he shut off the computer.

Xiang Feng was perplexed as he stared at his computer screen. Instead of the usual shutdown procedure, a pop-up appeared with the message, ”Are you tired of your current life? ” He was taken aback. Was this a scam? He became increasingly frustrated that this interruption was preventing him from completing his tasks. Despite his attempts to close the computer, it refused to obey his commands. With a sigh, he finally gave in after five minutes and clicked the ”Yes ” button, hoping it would bring some sort of resolution.

He stood motionless, awaiting an expected nothing to occur, but before he had a chance to take a single step away, his legs suddenly gave out from underneath him and he tumbled to the ground. His vision grew dark, a suffocating blanket of blackness enveloping him as he lay there, unable to move or see.

The impact of his body on the floor sending shock-waves of pain through his entire being. His eyes were closed, a dull ache forming in the back of his head as he drifted in and out of consciousness.

The surrounding room appeared hazy, as if it were made of a transparent fog. The walls were blurred, the furniture indistinguishable. He could see the faint outlines of a few items, but nothing specific. His breathing was shallow, his thoughts scattered and confused. Xiang Feng felt a sense of weightlessness, as if he were floating in a vacuum of nothingness. Every movement was sluggish and labored, his limbs like lead. His mind was reeling, a million questions running through his mind. He could feel his pulse, a faint thudding in his ears that seemed to grow louder by the second. He wanted to move, to get up and find out what had happened, but his body was too weak. He felt himself slipping further and further away; the darkness threatening to swallow him whole.

Xiang Feng awoke with a jolt, bleary-eyed and disoriented. He did not know how he had arrived in the strange, pristine room. The walls were an unblemished white, the air thick with an ethereal stillness. In the corner, a wooden table stood, and upon it, a sleek laptop.

His mind racing with questions. Where was he? How did he get here? What did this place mean? Xiang Feng continued to explore, taking in the clean lines and antiseptic atmosphere of the room. He felt a strange sense of comfort, as if he was being watched over and protected. He began to relax and take in the atmosphere, as if he was in some sort of divine sanctuary.

Xiang Feng shook off the dizzying haze as stepped forward, drawn to the laptop and seated himself at the table.

He ran his fingertips over the keys and stared at the screen, mesmerized by the glowing cursor, which seemed to blink in anticipation of his next move. He felt a sudden surge of curiosity, as if he had stumbled upon a secret portal that could offer him some insight into the mystery of his whereabouts.

The bright glow of the monitor illuminated the dark room, revealing the words ”Character Creation Screen ” emblazoned across the screen.