The unscrupulous system forced me to frantically test the small black room

Tao Zhi opened his eyes and found himself in a chaotic and boundless darkness. There was almost no sound around him, and the only sound was his own clear breathing.

There was a deep path under my feet, with faint blue stars twinkling on both sides of the path, which extended into the thick fog in the distance and gradually sank into the thick darkness.

Tao Zhi couldn't help feeling nervous and uneasy about the scene before him, while Gong Cheng and others had disappeared.

"Meow~"

Tao Zhi looked over when he heard the sound and saw a cat on a path not far away turning its head to look at him, with its tail hooked in his direction, as if calling him over.

Tao Zhi was confused and his body tensed up. He didn't know where he was, so he could only follow the cat and walk along the path.

I don't know how long I walked, but the thick fog dissipated and a wooden door appeared out of nowhere in front of me.

The cat gently swept its tail across the wooden door, then sat obediently aside and licked its fur.

Tao Zhi looked conflicted. Finally, he took a deep breath, reached out his hand, covered the handle of the wooden door and pressed it down.

The door was pushed open, and Tao Zhi saw the inside of the house clearly. He froze in place for a moment, staring at the scene in amazement.

There was a mixture of light and shadow in the room, and countless translucent spheres emitting soft halos were moving slowly and silently along their own trajectories. Looking around, they stretched to no end, just like the twinkling stars that formed a galaxy stretching for thousands of miles.

If you look closely, the surface of each spherical object is like a projector screen, showing all things in the world.

Some people are born, some die suddenly. Some are successful, some are unsuccessful in love. Some are successful, some are unknown. Some are ambitious, some drown their sorrows in alcohol. Some laugh heartily, some cry uncontrollably.

The characters in the picture are either sad or happy, alternating between infatuation and anger, and experiencing love and hate, separation, birth, old age, sickness and death.

In the middle of the room, a person was bending over to pack something.

Tao Zhi stepped in cautiously. The people in the room heard the noise and turned around. Tao Zhi saw the other person's face clearly and was slightly startled.

"It's you." Tao Zhi said.

The old Taoist was holding a bunch of spherical objects in his arms. Unlike the spheres floating in the air, these were dim and there was no scene playing on them.

"You see, I said we would meet again if we are destined to." The old Taoist said with a smile.

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he became busy again. He lightly touched the ball in his arms with his fingertips, and the ball suddenly became dazzlingly shiny.

The Taoist priest passed the lit ball into the air. The ball left his hand and became one of the millions of balls in the air, starting a new life.

"You have seen the locust flowers in Daoyuan Temple with your own eyes. What do you think? I said they are blooming very well, right?" the old Taoist asked to himself.

The old Taoist said to his blind self in real life, "The locust flowers in Daoyuan Temple are in full bloom. You must come and see them with your own eyes when you have the chance in the future."

Obviously, he already knew in advance that the day would come when he would be able to "see". In addition, his strange appearance here now might have something to do with him.

"Who are you? Are you a god?" Tao Zhi asked with a frown.

"Feudal superstitions are not to be trusted. Young people should believe in science. There are no so-called gods in the world." The old Taoist replied.

The old Taoist's words obviously had no persuasiveness.

"Where is this place? I was in my own yard just now, why am I here? Has the world line been cleared?" Tao Zhi asked.

"No, five more minutes."

"From the moment you came here, the time outside has stopped, so you still have Schrödinger's five minutes left." The old Taoist replied.

"So you are the one who controls me behind the scenes and makes me carry out tasks over and over again while being trapped in the novel I wrote?" Tao Zhi asked.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't accuse me. You are the one who is trapped. I am at best just your editor and reader." The old Taoist replied.

Tao Zhi's brows showed impatience when he heard this.

"Mysterious."

"What is your purpose? What are those floating balls?" Tao Zhi asked with a frown.

"Don't be impatient. It's not easy for me to make an appearance. You have to be a little mysterious."

"Let me explain it in detail." said the old Taoist.

The Taoist priest raised his head and pointed at one of the balls.

"What do you see in this ball?" asked the old Taoist.

"A man was scolded by another man in the office." Tao Zhi replied.

The Taoist priest pointed to the ball next to him.

"What about in this ball? It's still this man. What is he doing?" asked the old Taoist.

"When I got home from get off work, I brought a doll for my daughter, flowers for my wife, and we had dinner together as a family." Tao Zhi described the scene.

The old Taoist reached out and took the two balls, holding one in each hand.

"These two balls represent two people's lives."

"The first ball is about the man's boss. From the boss's perspective, the man is an insignificant supporting role in his life, a subordinate who does nothing and has mediocre qualifications."

"The second ball is about the man himself. In his life, he is a considerate husband and a kind father. In the eyes of his wife and daughter, he is diligent and hardworking, and is the backbone of a family."

"Every ball you see has its own protagonist."

"Even if they are just insignificant passers-by in other people's balls, they are shining in their own balls, playing the most dazzling role in their own plots step by step."

“Everyone in the world is the protagonist of his own life.”

“People in this world may be outstanding or mediocre, excellent or not, they all have their own shining points, which is what creates the vast galaxy before your eyes.”

"Everyone has a ball of their own, but you have four of these."

After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he stretched out his hand into the air, and four spherical objects flew over and fell into his hand.

Unlike the other balls that were sparkling, one of the four balls in the Taoist's hand had already been broken, leaving only an empty void without any image in it, and two of the other balls were dull and the image was frozen.

Although the picture was still playing on the last remaining star, the light was dim, as if it would be turned off in the next second.

"These should all be your balls, but they are not your balls," said the old Taoist.

"Speak human language." Tao Zhi said.

"As the preface says, everyone has a ball with themselves as the protagonist, and you are no exception."

"If people are defined as authors who write the stories of their own lives, then my existence can be understood as your editor."

"My job is to ensure that everyone completes their life process with themselves as the protagonist, and then organize it into a book and archive it." said the old Taoist.