The Journey to Godhood in Another World

Night, like a colossal, silent beast, slowly opened its inky black maw, swallowing the entire world. The campus, bustling like a vibrant marketplace during the day, brimming with youthful energy and energy, was now, as if under a spell, the noise receding like a tide, leaving only a deep and tranquil stillness. Moonlight, like quicksilver, filtered through dappled leaves, casting patches of silvery light on the campus paths, like fragments of a dream.

Inside the dormitory, the warm yellow light flowed like a gentle stream, gently traversing every inch of space, adorning that small haven with a cozy and peaceful ambiance. Back in the dorm, her roommates were gradually washing up; the taps were turned on, the rushing water like a cheerful melody, adding a touch of life to the tranquil night. Luo Li sat quietly at her desk, her brows slightly furrowed, a resolute glint in her eyes. Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard, quickly finding Lu Jinchen's request for a song in Liu Liyue's private messages. She swiftly sent Lu Jinchen an audio clip, then paused briefly, pondering, before typing in the chat: "Fifty percent of the proceeds from this song will always be mine. If you agree, you can sing this song." The moment she clicked send, she felt like a general who had just completed a major battle, letting out a long sigh of relief, her tense nerves relaxing slightly, before getting up to wash up. She knew that it took time to become familiar with a song, so she didn't plan to rush Lu Jinchen and left everything to fate.

After washing up, Luo Li lazily lay down on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, as if trying to pierce through it and uncover the mysteries of the universe. Her fingers tapped lightly on the blankets, selecting a dance to dance to. Various simple and easy-to-learn dance moves, like nimble sprites, danced and leaped freely in her mind, as if she were weaving a magnificent dream of her own making.

In another corner of the campus, in Lu Jinchen's room, only a desk lamp cast a dim, soft light. The light created a tranquil and slightly languid atmosphere. Lu Jinchen sat quietly at his desk like a statue, his eyes fixed on the audio file lying silently in the chat interface, his gaze a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. He leaned forward slightly, reached out and grasped the mouse. His long, slender fingers slid gently, with an irrepressible anticipation, as he slowly dragged the mouse and clicked to open the audio file, "My Heart is Too Chaotic."

Lu Jinchen had carefully listened to Liu Liyue's uploaded songs "Goodbye" and "Backpack," both undoubtedly top-notch works in the music scene. In a music industry that hadn't seen many high-quality songs for a long time, they shone like two brilliant stars. He couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and wonder about the song Liu Liyue would give him. What kind of work would it be?

Soothing music flowed gently from the speakers like a trickle, slowly seeping into his heart. The music was like the gentlest breeze in spring, softly caressing his soul, instantly bringing him immense comfort and ease. "This melody is so beautiful," he murmured involuntarily, his voice filled with delight.

As the lyrics reached his ears, Lu Jinchen felt as if a lightning bolt had struck the softest corner of his heart.

"Difficulty falling asleep at night"

What can be used for anesthesia?

How can I cope with so many emotions?

It's not that I don't want you to accompany me.

There are some things you can't understand.

Lowered their guard

"Following Alone"

As he listened, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and his mind replayed those sleepless nights like a movie. On those nights, he lay alone in his dark bed, the surrounding silence seeming to swallow him whole, his thoughts running wild like a runaway horse, never finding a safe harbor to rest in.

I want my own space

Let's think carefully about our future together.

If love isn't as sweet as we imagine...

Then let me bear all the sins.

......"

He thought helplessly, "Why am I always like this?" He seemed to see himself struggling in endless darkness, tightly bound by countless emotions like vines, yet unable to find a way out. Every lyric was like a sharp scalpel, precisely dissecting his own story, exposing his confusion and bewilderment about love, his uncertainty and fear about the future, all laid bare in broad daylight.

My heart is too chaotic; it needs some space.

If you understand, you can let me leave temporarily.

My heart is too troubled to dare to crave more love.

I wanted to cry, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't cry.

......"

A complex and turbulent emotion welled up within him—helplessness, sorrow, and confusion, like a jumble of mixed feelings. His fingers rested lightly on the table, tapping unconsciously to the rhythm of the music, as if engaging in a silent dialogue with it. His gaze deepened and became distant, as if he had traversed time and space, immersed in a vortex of memories, those past events rushing towards him like a tide.

Lu Jinchen slowly leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly narrowed, a bitter feeling welling up inside him. He recalled his cautiousness in love, every move he made as if walking on thin ice, afraid of losing her, yet yearning for more love. This contradictory emotion was like two venomous snakes strangling each other, always leaving him lost in this labyrinth of feelings. "What should I do?" he cried out helplessly in his heart. At this moment, he felt like the lost child in the song, bewildered and directionless in the vast and complex labyrinth of love, unable to find the exit to happiness.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table unconsciously, one tap after another to the rhythm of the music, each tap like a sigh from the depths of his heart. His heart was filled with emotion; the song seemed tailor-made for him, expressing the voice that had been hidden deep within him for so long.

Lu Jinchen sat silently in the room, everything around him seemingly shrouded in a faint sadness, even the dim yellow light seemed to dim. His mind was filled with the various misfortunes he had encountered recently; those setbacks and grievances surged towards him like a relentless tide. He felt utterly alone, as if the entire world had abandoned him in this dark corner, with no one caring for him.

Just then, the second climax of "My Heart Is Too Chaotic" resounded in the room. He was filled with emotion and couldn't help but murmur to himself, "This song is like it's being sung for me." His voice was full of helplessness and sorrow, as if he were telling this indifferent world about his heartache and pain.

As the song ended, Lu Jinchen gently turned off the audio, then slowly replied to Liu Liyue in the chat box. His fingers trembled slightly on the keyboard as he typed: "Thank you for letting me hear such a touching song. I accept your proposal, and I'll wait for your contract." His eyes were filled with sincerity and gratitude. In this dark and confused moment, Luo Li's song was like a bright ray of dawn, illuminating the gloom deep within his heart.

Lu Jinchen took a deep breath and began practicing "My," his body swaying gently to the rhythm, as if becoming one with the music. He hummed the tune softly, his voice initially a little hesitant, but as he became more immersed, it became increasingly fluent. His fingers danced nimbly on the guitar strings, like a group of graceful dancers, completely absorbed in the vast world of music, forgetting all the troubles and worries of the outside world.

P.S.: My Heart Is Too Chaotic (Original Singer: Chou Chuan-hsiung; Lyricist: Ting Hsiao-wen; Composer: Chou Chuan-hsiung)