Reborn as an AI: Helping My Past Self Become a Writer

The echoing voices in Shen Yuchen's mind continued to linger, as if calling out to his soul. He and Su Wanning slowly walked through the tunnel, their steps reverberating off the ancient stone walls covered with cryptic runes. Eventually, they reached an open space where an old altar stood, emanating a faint glow.

The symbols on the altar slowly shifted, as if responding to their presence. The air was thick with a mysterious and solemn aura, making the two of them hold their breath instinctively.

"Shen Yuchen."

The familiar, deep voice resonated once more, carrying a sense of emotion and undeniable authority. Shen Yuchen instinctively looked around, but there was no one to be seen.

"Who's there?!" he shouted, his fists clenched, filled with confusion and unease.

Su Wanning, standing by his side, was on high alert, her energy dagger tightly gripped in her hand, scanning the surroundings.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, and a slender figure slowly materialized in front of the altar. She was dressed in a pure white gown, her long hair flowing like a waterfall, with eyes that carried a subtle sadness and reluctance.

It was Lin Xinyi.

"You've come, Yuchen," her voice was soft but firm, as though she had been waiting for them all along.

Shen Yuchen's heart skipped a beat, his tone cold: "It's you again? What game are you playing this time?"

Lin Xinyi's eyes revealed a moment of pain, but she quickly regained her composure: "I have never deceived you, Yuchen. Some truths, though, you are not yet ready to bear."

"Enough!" Shen Yuchen's voice carried a hint of anger, "You always talk about the truth but never tell me anything clear! What do those voices calling me mean? What do those fragmented memories represent?"

Lin Xinyi sighed softly and approached the altar, gently brushing her fingers over the ancient runes. "What you are hearing is the echo from the depths of fate, the lost memories calling out to awaken you."

Shen Yuchen froze. "Lost memories?"

"Yes," Lin Xinyi turned to face him, her gaze locking with his. "Your true identity is nothing like what you know. You once held the power to alter fate, and now, you must reclaim it."

Su Wanning, feeling completely lost, interjected, "This is all nonsense! Lin, what do you want us to believe?"

Lin Xinyi's expression grew cold. "This is no story; this is the reality you are about to face. The cycle of fate has already begun, and no one can escape it—not even you."

Shen Yuchen gritted his teeth, his eyes never leaving her. "If you know everything, why haven't you told me the whole truth? Why make me go through all of this?"

"Because you must discover it for yourself," Lin Xinyi's voice was laced with sorrow. "This is the trial that fate has set for you, and it is the only chance to change everything."

Shen Yuchen took a deep breath, suppressing his frustration. "And if I refuse?"

"You cannot refuse," Lin Xinyi's tone was resolute, "Fate has already drawn you in. Even if you try to run, you cannot escape."

Just then, the symbols on the altar suddenly blazed to life, and a strong surge of energy filled the air.

Lin Xinyi raised her hand slowly and pointed toward Shen Yuchen. "Step onto this altar, and you will see the truth you seek. But remember, what you see may not be what you are ready to accept."

Shen Yuchen was torn, his thoughts a whirlwind. The faint memories and the call of those voices urged him forward. He could feel that he was approaching something crucial, something that would alter the course of his life forever.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the altar. Su Wanning, her voice trembling with concern, called out, "Yuchen, are you sure? This looks like a trap!"

Shen Yuchen stopped and turned back to face her, offering a tired smile. "Sometimes, the truth is more terrifying than ignorance."

With that, he stepped onto the altar.

The runes flared brightly, lighting up the entire space. In the blinding light, Shen Yuchen's figure gradually faded away, as though he had been drawn into another world.

Lin Xinyi's gaze lingered on the spot where he had stood, and a single tear fell from her eye.