Chapter 259 Resurrection from the Dead

"God must also enjoy the feeling of killing; he does it all the time, and aren't we just imitations of God himself?"

"If that's the case... then the tragedy of humanity is not death, but being wasted."

"I used to be bloodthirsty."

"I killed many people."

“But the most incredible thing is that those who should have died... actually did not die, but took root in the depths of my soul, turning into evil consequences and retribution to take revenge on me.”

“It’s ridiculous. I’m pretty sure I killed them all… yet this bizarre thing still happened.”

"I think, perhaps this is the truth."

"The human body dissipates, but that is not true death."

"After a long period of killing and torture, I was trapped in an indescribable world."

"Or rather... that is the mystery of the universe. I saw a door, and when I pushed it open—the scene inside was devastating."

"All of everything, the fate of all people, life and death, the lives of those wretched, mentally challenged beings created to dance, suffer, die, and excrete."

"It was created only in... a single computer's typing software."

"I don't know why that door appeared in front of me. I just felt something was wrong. It was as if it was destiny that I would find out the truth behind it all."

"But I felt something was missing, so I settled here and accepted the baptism of that chaos. It was so painful and miserable. I was tortured just to confirm whether that truth was credible. I kept killing people and sometimes I was killed, but I couldn't understand the true meaning of death. The extinction you understand is just the predetermined ending for this body after all the organs have completely stopped functioning."

“But I don’t seem to have any aptitude. After experiencing tens of millions of deaths, I still haven’t grasped the basics. I think this must be my problem.”

"So I continued... continued that work of seeking death. Along the way, I met many people who were also searching for the truth with me. Some of them were forbidden beings with independent thinking, some claimed to be from other universes, and some were rather crazy... who turned out to be characters from other books, just here to have fun."

"Finally, after countless years, I understood... the meaning of final death."

27.

"This is a number that contains immense power."

"The source of all suffering comes from this seemingly ordinary string of numbers."

"My death is meaningless."

"But my rebirth... is the most important thing, because it is something that suddenly appeared in the rules of destiny."

You might also interpret it as—a work outline.

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Whether it was due to being overly focused on the future or something else, when Gu Heng and Ai Wen went to the museum, the sky suddenly became overcast, and soon a torrential rain began to fall, with lightning flashing between the clouds from time to time, giving the impression that something big was about to happen—the atmosphere was really quite intense.

Gu Heng tried to predict the future halfway through, but that ability seemed to be temporarily blocked. Whenever he tried to access it, it would immediately play dead and become unresponsive.

In every respect, the ability to predict the future is absolutely top-notch. Although it is not as outrageous as Bamke's time travel, from a macro perspective, it can definitely reverse the situation and play an important role.

But now he was completely silent. Gu Heng felt that something was wrong. Perhaps it was because of the person who broke the fourth wall? The truth could only be known after meeting him in person.

What happened next was much like what we expect in the macro-future.

By the time we arrived inside the museum, it was already completely dark.

They got out of the car amidst a tense atmosphere, and were greeted by two extremely serious-looking people, their expressions as solemn as incompetent scientists in a disaster movie.

This was the second time Gu Heng had been in such a situation. He knew the best course of action was to run away, but as a lackey, he had no other choice. He could only secretly hide the mimicry sample in his sleeve, intending to take everyone down with him if things went wrong.

However, this time the two liaisons did not take them to the exhibition area.

They walked through an exaggeratedly spacious passageway. The entire area seemed to have been decorated in a specific way—like an ecological system. The surrounding area was densely shaded by trees, and the dome was covered with countless plants. The reflections were menacing, as if they were about to tear the intruders apart.

The group walked straight for a good half hour until Evan couldn't help but ask a question, at which point the passage finally came to an end.

At the exit ahead of them—there was only one house—the overall decoration was in a retro and old-fashioned style. There were many human head statues on the two pillars around the house and in the walkway—the details were perfect, and you could even tell the micro-expressions. They were of all ages, but they were so lifelike that they all looked malicious.

The two guides stopped there, then took two keys from their pockets and handed them to them, instructing that these were the key, that their arrival here was all recorded in the Book of Fate, and emphasizing that they must not lose the keys, before leaving.

Evan was completely baffled. Fate? That sounded like the noble term for a sexually transmitted disease. Don't be so stupid, buddy.

Gu Heng stared blankly at the key for a long time—its surface was covered in rust and blood, as if it had been pulled from a dead person, looking very unlucky, but just as the two people said, it was best not to lose it.

Because they mentioned the law of destiny.

It exists only within the elite operative circle—well, even the powerful and wealthy know about it, and have been searching for fragments for years. There were several thousand of them in the Siberian infected zone back then, but they are said to have lost their activity and become as worthless as ordinary paper. The only parts that can be considered genuine are probably sunk in the Mirror of Eternal Dreams. In short, it is a supreme object.

The two opened the door without any lock; it was simply pushed open. The interior was rather ordinary, with standard modern amenities. It was probably designed specifically for entertaining guests. The living room was very spacious, with a bar, wine cabinet, leather sofa, and tea table.

Gu Heng looked around a few times. Evan was getting really impatient. His communication network was being bombarded with calls from board members—those idiots kept asking him when he was coming back, supposedly because something had gone wrong in District N52 and they needed him to deal with it.

Damn it, what a bunch of good-for-nothings.

That's what he was thinking.

Then, someone came down from upstairs.

"That's amazing."

27.

“Exactly 27 seconds have passed since you entered the room.”

"The source of everything... is this cursed number."

Gu Heng looked in the direction of the sound.

The person who came was the one he had been looking for.

Sergio Renatal.

To die and be brought back to life.