His thoughts became frantic, his pulse quickening in the face of impending death. His limbs felt like lead, and the darkness around him seemed to close in. But then, as the storm outside reached its crescendo, a surge of determination swelled within him, born of desperation.

"No! I refuse to die!"

Jiang's body trembled with the intensity of his emotion, his desire to break free of the chains of mortality, to transcend death, to live forever. He could feel his very soul crying out, pulling against the inevitable.

The air in the room seemed to shift. It thickened, and a deep hum filled the space, as if the universe itself was reacting to his anguished wish. The flashing lightning outside mirrored the intensity of his emotions, growing brighter, faster, as if time itself were bending to the will of his desire.

For the first time in his life, Jiang’s overwhelming need to live took over his rational mind. He clenched his fists, nails biting into his palms, his chest heaving with the effort to force out the words.

"I WANT TO BECOME IMMORTAL!"

As Jiang’s desperate cry for immortality echoed into the stormy night, something extraordinary occurred—something the entire world would never forget.

High above the hospital, the storm clouds churned violently, lightning illuminating the heavens like cracks in the fabric of reality. Suddenly, the storm went silent. No thunder. No wind. The rain froze mid-fall, droplets suspended eerily in the air.

Then, it happened.

A massive, golden eye opened in the sky, its gaze cold and merciless, like a deity observing insignificant ants. Its brilliance illuminated the entire planet, casting everything in an ethereal golden hue. The iris of the eye spun slowly, like the turning of celestial gears, and a low, bone-rattling hum filled the air.

The entire planet trembled as an overwhelming force descended, blanketing the world in a crushing, invisible gravity. Buildings groaned under the weight, trees bent and cracked, and people collapsed to their knees, unable to stand.

In a bustling metropolis, people looked up in terror, shielding their eyes from the blinding glow of the celestial eye.

Man in the Streets (panicking): "What is that? Is it a god? A demon?!"

Woman: "I… I can’t move! It feels like the air itself is crushing me!"

Child (crying): "Mommy, I’m scared! Make it stop!"

The weight of the force was unbearable. Cars crumpled under the pressure, streetlights flickered and shattered, and skyscrapers swayed dangerously. Around the world, similar scenes played out.

In a small village:

An old man stumbled out of his home, his voice trembling as he stared at the sky.

Old Man: "I’ve lived through wars and disasters, but this… this is no act of nature. This is divine punishment!"

The village priest fell to his knees, clutching his prayer beads.

Priest: "Oh, merciful heavens, spare us! Spare us! Forgive our sins!"

A revered monk, sitting cross-legged atop a remote mountain temple, was streaming a sermon live when the golden eye appeared in the heavens. His calm demeanor shattered as he stared wide-eyed into the camera.

Monk: “This... This is not an omen of destruction—it is a revelation! A divine entity has descended to rewrite the fates of mortals. Bow your heads and pray for mercy, for the balance of the heavens has been disturbed!”

His voice cracked, and for the first time in his decades of teaching, his followers saw fear etched across his face.

In a small observatory perched on a hill, a group of astronomers stared at their instruments in disbelief. One of them, a young woman in her late 20s, frantically typed on her keyboard.

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Astronomer: “This can’t be possible! The gravitational anomaly... it’s affecting the Moon’s orbit! How is this happening globally and instantaneously?!”

Another astronomer looked up from his telescope, his face pale. “It’s not just the Moon—it’s the stars. They’re… shifting. Whatever that thing is, it’s altering spacetime itself!”

In a high-tech command center:

Military personnel scrambled as alarms blared, monitors displaying the enormous golden eye dominating the atmosphere.

General: "What in God’s name is that?! Is it an alien invasion? Get me the president, NOW!"

Scientist (frantically analyzing): "The gravitational pull… it’s global! The eye isn’t just an image; it’s distorting the planet’s very physics!"

Soldier: "Sir, satellites are failing! Communication with orbital stations is down!"

Inside a Crowded Apartment:

A family of four huddled together, trembling as the oppressive force pressed them to the ground.

Father (whispering): "Stay calm. We’re going to be okay."

Mother (clutching her child): "What is it? Is it the end of the world?"

The eldest daughter, glued to her phone, stared in shock at social media feeds flooded with videos and live streams of the golden eye.

Daughter: "It’s everywhere… People in Europe, Africa, Asia—they’re all seeing the same thing."

Outside Jiang’s Hospital:

Crowds gathered, their heads craned upward at the sky. Despite the suffocating pressure, they couldn’t look away. A homeless man on the street screamed in delirium.

Homeless Man: "It’s judgment day! The gods have come to punish us all!"

A nurse stumbled out of the hospital doors, gasping for breath.

Nurse: "Is this real? Is this… the end?"

Above it all, the giant golden eye remained unmoving, its cold, unfeeling gaze fixed on Jiang’s hospital room as if peering into his very soul. The hum grew louder, resonating deep within every living being, until it was impossible to tell if the sound was external or coming from within their own minds.

The pressure come.

The gravity wasn’t just a weight; it was a presence. It felt like the entire planet was being pushed down by the gaze of a higher power. People struggled to breathe, their bodies trembling under the immense pressure.

Animals howled and whimpered, their instincts screaming at them to flee. Birds fell from the sky, unable to resist the force that dragged them down. Rivers swelled unnaturally, waves crashing onto shores as if the ocean itself were rebelling against the phenomenon.

Even the Earth seemed to groan under the strain. Cracks formed in the ground, fissures splitting roads and fields. Volcanoes trembled, their molten cores stirred by the planetary disruption.

Global Conversations

In a live news broadcast:

The anchor, pale and sweating, clung to their desk as the studio lights flickered.

Anchor: "We’re receiving reports of this… this eye appearing across the globe. Experts are unable to explain its origin. Stay indoors, remain calm, and—"

The broadcast cut off, replaced by static. Viewers around the world stared at their screens in growing dread.

On social media:

Posts and comments flooded platforms.

"Is this a sign of the apocalypse?"

"It’s aliens! The government knew this was coming!"

"That eye… it feels like it’s looking directly at me."

The Moment Passes

As the world trembled under the eye's oppressive gaze, Jiang, lying frail in his hospital bed, felt a shift deep within him. While others across the globe were overwhelmed by fear and awe, Jiang felt an inexplicable connection to the golden eye, as though its gaze wasn’t just upon him—but within him.

The crushing gravity pressing down on his body was suffocating, yet Jiang's mind remained strangely lucid. His heartbeat slowed, each beat reverberating like the toll of a distant bell. The sensation was surreal; his body felt like it was dissolving, merging with the universe itself.

“Why… why does this feel… familiar?” Jiang whispered weakly, his voice trembling. A faint golden light flickered in his dimming vision, as though it came not from the eye in the sky, but from somewhere deep within his chest.

At that moment, Jiang realized he wasn’t afraid—not anymore. Unlike the terrified masses who cowered under the eye’s gaze, he felt something entirely different: a pull, an invitation, as though the eye were calling him, choosing him. It wasn’t just a cosmic force; it was something sentient, something ancient, something...destined.

Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the pressure lifted. The golden eye blinked once, its motion slow and deliberate, before vanishing into the stormy sky. The rain resumed, falling heavily as if to wash away the memory of what had just occurred.

People across the planet gasped for air, their bodies shaking from the release of the oppressive force. Some fell to the ground in relief, while others stared at the sky, their minds racing with questions and fear.

Man on the Street: "It’s gone… but what was it?!"

Woman: "Are we safe now? Or is it coming back?"

As the golden eye vanished and the crushing weight lifted, the beeping of the heart monitor slowed further. Jiang's body, already frail, trembled as he struggled to speak.

Nurse: "Jiang! Are you okay? Your vitals are dropping—stay with me!"

But Jiang’s gaze was fixed on the window. His lips moved, barely forming the words, “I saw it... It’s real. Immortality... is real.”

The nurse leaned closer, confused. “What are you talking about?”

Jiang’s voice, faint but filled with conviction, carried a strength that belied his dying body. “The eye… it wasn’t looking at the world. It was looking at me. This… this isn’t the end for me.”

The nurse looked at him, alarmed, as his heartbeat began to fade into a flatline. Tears streamed down her face as she called for help, but Jiang’s last thoughts weren’t of despair. They were of triumph.

As the eye blinked and disappeared, a faint ripple spread across the sky, distorting the very fabric of reality. Those who dared to look at the sky saw something even more unnerving—a faint outline of an enormous, celestial being standing behind the eye, as if observing from a higher dimension.

The ripple wasn’t just in the heavens—it echoed across the entire planet, leaving behind faint, glowing symbols etched into stone, metal, and even skin. Some people collapsed in pain as strange marks appeared on their foreheads, glowing faintly before fading away...

As Jiang’s consciousness faded, he felt himself drifting—not into the void, but into a realm beyond comprehension. He wasn’t afraid anymore. Instead, he felt a surge of clarity, a deep understanding that he was no longer bound by the same rules as the people around him.

“This is the beginning,” a voice echoed in his mind, deep and ancient. “You sought immortality, Jiang. Now, earn it.”

The world would soon return to its fragile normalcy, but the event had marked the beginning of something far greater—a destiny that would transcend the bounds of mortality for Jiang, his journey was only just beginning.