Fang Qi pulled the trigger.
"Bang—!!!"
The moment the gunshot rang out, his world went quiet.
All sounds seemed to be isolated far, far away.
A scalding, sharp piercing pain!
Then came an intense wave of numbness.
His body collapsed, and the person in his arms fell down with him.
The silver-haired girl's limp body sprawled over him, her small, blood-spattered face right before his eyes.
Very close.
So close that he could see every single one of her eyelashes.
Her eyes were wide open.
Those heterochromatic eyes were dim, yet still staring fixedly at him.
Fang Qi wanted to raise a hand to touch her face, but his hand could no longer move at all.
Forget it.
He would respawn soon anyway.
When he opened his eyes later, it would be that familiar living room, that 52-degree cup of tea, and the silver-haired girl holding the tea for him again.
She would retain the memories of this playthrough, in the form of "dreams."
She would dream of the date, dream of the escape from the amusement park, dream of severing An Lian's limbs, dream of killing those armed personnel, dream of...
Her master... the sight of him committing suicide with a gun.
She would be scared, she would be terrified.
So... he had to take the initiative to hug her!
Hug her before she could even speak!
Tell her that everything was fine!
Tell her that he was really back!
Tell her...
Master will never leave her.
But what if—
What if his deduction about "retaining memories after death respawn" was wrong.
What if she didn't retain a single bit of memory from this playthrough.
That was fine too.
The harvest from this playthrough was already enough.
He knew the company didn't dare to kill him.
He knew Liguang harbored a secret.
He knew his "parents" weren't just simple background characters.
He knew An Lian still wanted to say something before she died.
These things... were enough for him to do much more in the next playthrough.
Enough for him... to be with Liguang forever.
His consciousness... was becoming increasingly blurry.
The small face before him was also becoming increasingly blurry.
This time...
It really is see you in the next life.
Crazy woman.
...
...
His vision brightened.
Fang Qi finally opened his eyes again!
Here it comes...!
...No.
He didn't "open his eyes."
He didn't feel... himself performing the action of "opening his eyes."
Before his eyes...
It wasn't the familiar living room ceiling, it wasn't Liguang's kneeling figure, it wasn't that 52-degree cup of tea.
...?
His consciousness fell into chaos for a moment.
Blinding searchlights.
The roar of helicopters.
The smell of burnt air.
And before his eyes... a face.
A very familiar face.
Eyes half-open, pupils already dilated.
On that face, a very, very faint curve still hung at the corner of the mouth, as if smiling.
There was a dark hole at the temple, dark red liquid slowly oozing out, sliding down the cheek, and dripping off.
That was...
His own face?
...?
Fang Qi froze.
Huh?
He wanted to blink, but found he couldn't control it.
That face he would only see when looking in a mirror... was still right before his eyes.
Very close.
So close that he...
Could clearly see every detail on the face—
That strand of hair stuck to the forehead! That drop of blood about to slide off the cheek! And that... faint curve at the corner of the mouth.
He wanted to move... but found his body couldn't move!
He wanted to turn his head... but found his field of vision couldn't move at all!
He just... stared fixedly at that face!
Staring at his own... dead face!
Then, he finally realized in hindsight—
This perspective.
This height.
This distance.
Was lying prone.
This was...
Liguang's perspective?
Was it... the perspective of Liguang lying on top of him?
Her face was directly above his face.
Very, very close, so close they were almost touching!
So... in her field of vision, she could only see his face.
She couldn't see anything else.
Wait a minute...
Wait...?
No respawn?
...Why?
His vision, completely motionless!
Liguang... was paralyzed by that EMP just now, her body still couldn't move.
Limbs stiff, core stalled...
She couldn't even blink her eyelids.
She could only lie there like this, could only watch like this.
The edges of her vision were a bit blurry, as if... covered by a thin layer of mist.
Was there a problem with her optical lenses, or... tears?
He didn't know.
He only knew that she was lying on his corpse like this right now...
Staring blankly at him!
The surrounding noise faintly entered his ears.
The fire in the residential building in the distance was still burning, the crackling sound of explosions ringing out from time to time.
The helicopter's propellers were still roaring overhead, the searchlights... frozen right on their position.
And those armed personnel...
They seemed to have frozen as well.
Ever since that gunshot just now, they had all frozen.
No one rushed up.
No one shouted either.
They hadn't received orders, so they just stood far away, holding their guns, looking over here.
Looking at a silver-haired girl... lying on a corpse.
It seemed only the dancing firelight remained around them, reflecting on his pale face.
Flickering on and off, time and time again.
Huh?
Heh... no...
Fang Qi only felt his consciousness plunge completely into chaos!
No...
This isn't right!
He didn't respawn?!
Why?!
He should have respawned!!
He should have... returned to that exhausted morning of the seventh day, right after coming from the island!
Why...
Why was he here?!
Why was he seeing... his own dead face?!
Why had he entered Liguang's perspective?!
Ah...
His thoughts froze.
Wait...
In the last playthrough... he had also entered Liguang's perspective.
He saw the scenes of her final moments with his own eyes.
He personally experienced her despair before sinking to the bottom of the sea.
Just like... the current situation?
...No.
Not right.
This isn't right!!!
In the last playthrough, those were Liguang's memories!
Things that had already happened before he died!
A "replay" he saw after he died!!
But... but what about now?
Now, these are things happening right at this moment...!
This isn't right!
This is completely different from the last playthrough!
He died, the world should have reset!
This is a game world! When the protagonist dies, he should respawn!!
Why...
Why was he trapped in her body?
Why?
Why was he still in this damn playthrough?!
Why... was he still looking at his own damn face?!
Why?!
Why?!!!
He wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound!!
He wanted to move but couldn't move at all!!
He could only continue watching like this.
Staring blankly at his own...
Pale, dead face.
Eyes half-open, brows slightly furrowed, a trace of a curve still at the corner of the mouth...
As if having a dream he would never wake up from.
His vision swayed slightly.
Liguang was moving.
Her body was moving slightly, forcefully.
The EMP seemed to have destroyed her bodily functions.
She could only... tremble slightly like this.
Using all the strength in her body only made her vision tremble for a moment.
That face... remained right in the center of her vision.
She was still looking at him.
Looking unblinkingly.
No tears, no screams, and no breakdown.
She just... stared blankly.
Like a puppet... whose soul had been drained away.
The armed personnel around them still hadn't moved, and the flames were still dancing.
The searchlight of the helicopter... illuminated the dead gloom in her eyes.
In her world, only this face remained.
This face with closed eyes, never to open again, belonging to her master.
No...!
No no no no...!!!
Fang Qi felt like his consciousness was going to explode!!!
He suddenly remembered the words he had said to Liguang before he committed suicide!
"Next, some things are going to happen."
"It might make you scared, it might make you panic, it might make you want to cry."
"But Liguang, you have to believe your master."
"Master will always be with you."
"Forever."
And that last sentence—
"See you in the next life."
He said...
They would be together forever.
He raised the gun and pulled the trigger.
He thought he died looking cool, very cool!
And then...?
Bang.
He died.
He left her all alone here.
Left her in a circle surrounded by heavy arms, blazing flames, and full of enemies!
Left her in...
The despair of abandonment she feared the most?!
And she...
From beginning to end, believed in him!
Believed every word he said, believed he would come back, believed they would be together forever!
So...
She didn't move, and couldn't move.
She just... stared straight at him like this.
She was waiting.
Waiting for her master to open his eyes!
Waiting for her master to say to her—
"I'm back."
But he... could never open his eyes again.
The him of this cycle was completely dead.
He committed suicide.
He wanted to use his death to exchange for a reset and the retention of his memories.
But...
He left her alone here.
Left this paralyzed her, alone, lying on his corpse.
Staring straight at his face, waiting for someone... who would never open their eyes again.
Fang Qi really felt... his consciousness was going to burst!!
No no no...!!
Reset...
Reset...!
Reset already!!!
Why isn't it resetting!!! Why!!!
I'm dead!! I'm already dead!!!
Reset it quickly!!! Why hasn't the world reset yet!!!
Let me go back quickly!!!
She's still waiting for me!!!
She's still looking at me!!!
Hurry!!!
Hurry!!!!!!
But it was useless.
No matter how much he thought, no matter how crazy he went...
It was useless.
The world didn't reset. Time didn't flow backward.
He was trapped in Liguang's body, trapped in Liguang's perspective.
Lying on his own body, looking through those dim heterochromatic eyes, through that blurry mist...
Looking at his own pale face that would never open its eyes again.
Staring blankly.
Watching.
Watching...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
