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

Shen Yuchen's consciousness drifted between darkness and light, his steps seemingly guided by an invisible force toward the gaping chasm ahead. Echoing whispers lingered in his mind, sounding like cries of sorrow and calls of destiny.

"Shen Yuchen, the path of fate lies before you. Are you ready to face the truth?"

The familiar, deep voice resonated once more, majestic and mysterious.

Shen Yuchen slowly opened his eyes and found himself standing on a massive stone bridge suspended in an endless void. At the far end stood an ancient, enigmatic hall, shrouded in shadows that seemed to devour all light.

"Where... am I?" he murmured, tension rising in his chest.

"This is the Hall of Fate," came a cold, familiar voice from behind.

Shen Yuchen turned sharply, his eyes narrowing at the tall man clad in a dark-golden cloak. His face resembled the mysterious Fate Guide he had encountered before, but his expression was colder, his gaze unreadable.

"Fate Guide?" Shen Yuchen questioned, his tone edged with frustration.

"The Guide is but one of my faces," the man replied calmly. "In the game of destiny, roles are never as simple as they seem."

Shen Yuchen took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. "Who are you, really? Why orchestrate all of this?"

The man's gaze held a strange mixture of sorrow and determination. "Who I am does not matter. What matters is that your choice will reshape the course of fate. You are the only anomaly left."

Meanwhile, in Another Realm—

Su Wanning ran breathlessly through the collapsing tunnel, debris falling around her while shockwaves of energy rippled through the air. Despite her growing anxiety for Shen Yuchen, she knew she had to survive if she ever hoped to find him again.

"Damn it! Where does this tunnel lead?" she cursed, gripping her energy dagger tightly as her sharp eyes scanned her surroundings.

A faint light flickered ahead, igniting a glimmer of hope. Clenching her jaw, she sprinted toward it.

Bursting out of the tunnel, she was greeted by an expanse of desolate ruins stretching endlessly under a dim, cloud-filled sky. The air was thick with a sense of forgotten history and heavy secrets.

"Shen Yuchen…" she whispered, his name trembling on her lips, a desperate prayer for his safety.

Before she could catch her breath, a sudden flash of cold steel shot toward her back.

Su Wanning spun instinctively, parrying the strike with her dagger. Sparks flew as metal clashed with metal, forcing her back.

A figure in black, masked and silent, emerged from the shadows, radiating an icy killing intent. Every attack from the mysterious assailant was precise and deadly, leaving Su Wanning struggling to defend herself.

"Who the hell are you?!" she hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes blazing with defiance.

The attacker said nothing, launching another relentless barrage of strikes.

Driven into a corner, Su Wanning's mind raced. With a sudden burst of determination, she used a broken stone pillar to propel herself into a swift roll, narrowly dodging a fatal blow.

"If you won't talk... then don't blame me for fighting back!" she growled, summoning an intense energy pulse through her daggers, ready to strike with everything she had.

But just as she prepared to counterattack, an ancient, resonant bell tolled across the desolate landscape, its solemn sound reverberating through the air like a long-forgotten call from the past.

The masked assailant froze abruptly, his piercing gaze momentarily flickering with something akin to recognition or fear before vanishing like a shadow consumed by the night.

Breathing heavily, Su Wanning remained tense, eyes fixed on where he had disappeared. Her mind raced with unanswered questions.

"This place… What secrets does it hold?"

As the final echo of the bell faded into the wind, distant whispers lingered in the air, weaving tales of forgotten memories and the inescapable cycle of fate...