Chapter 004 Extra: Is the Second Cycle Endless?

late at night.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, its light shining brightly, yet there was an inexplicable feeling of desolation.

In the dark room, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy suddenly opened his eyes. His dark eyes were still filled with a little confusion, but the next second they became desolate, like a stagnant pool of water without any ripples.

He slowly sat up and raised his hand to cover his chest.

The icy, sharp pain from the knife piercing him still lingered, subtly affecting his senses.

The boy pressed his hand against his chest with slightly more force, his head hanging low, breathing heavily.

After a long while, the heavy breathing gradually became lighter, and the hand that was covering the chest was lowered.

The boy looked up, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

The forty-fourth time.

The boy silently recited the number in his mind, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I feel a bit lost.

I also feel... somewhat hopeless.

There were still several hours until dawn, and he just sat there doing nothing until morning.

Before the alarm went off, he turned it off and got up to brush his teeth and wash his face.

The boy changed into his school uniform, pushed open the door, and came into the living room.

The woman, who was setting breakfast on the table, caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye and immediately looked at him with a beaming smile. "Xiaoqian, you're awake! Come and have breakfast. We'll take you back to school."

"Okay." Rong Qian subconsciously showed a gentle smile. He nodded slightly and walked to the dining table to sit down.

A man wearing an apron walked out of the kitchen, his gaze falling on Rong Qian before he frowned slightly a few seconds later.

"You don't look well. Didn't you get enough rest?"

Rong Qian remained calm, shook her head slightly upon hearing this, a smile curving her lips, her eyes as clear as ever, "It's nothing, I just woke up a little early."

Rong Sheng glanced at him a few more times, and after confirming that he was not feeling unwell, he didn't ask any more questions.

After breakfast, Rong Sheng and Gu Hansheng escorted him to the school gate.

Rong Qian smiled calmly as she said goodbye to them, then turned and walked into the school.

The campus was noisy and full of energy, which was exactly the opposite of his mood.

As soon as he entered the classroom, someone immediately put their arm around his shoulder. "Good morning, Rong Qian. Have you filled out your major preference form yet?"

Rong Qian turned her head to look over, smiled, and replied, "It's already filled in."

"Really? What major did you choose?"

"medicine."

"Wow! Medicine is tough for us, but it should be a piece of cake for you, right?"

"It's not that exaggerated."

Rong Qian smiled and sat down in her seat.

...

In reality, Rong Qian truly excelled in medicine, even surpassing his professors and mentors.

Rong Qian turned a deaf ear to the praise from the outside world.

Because he has already experienced this several times, only at different ages.

This time, he only spent a few short years to reach a position that everyone can look up to.

"Dr. Rong, didn't you see the message? The hospital director is looking for you."

A nurse pushed open the door and entered, looking at the young man who was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed.

Rong Qian opened her eyes, responded softly, and then checked her core brain. There was indeed an unread message from the dean.

After the nurse left, Rong Qian also got up and went to the dean's office.

After knocking, he pushed the door open and entered, looking at the dean sitting behind his desk.

"Dean, you wanted to see me."

Rong Qian smiled faintly.

The dean chuckled and handed him a form, saying, "This is your transfer order from above. We won't be seeing you anymore."

Rong Qian smiled and took the transfer order. "No matter how much I transfer, I shouldn't never see you again."

After chatting with the dean for a few minutes, Rong Qian left with the transfer order and returned to her office to pack her things.

...

Several years passed after Hu Zhi was transferred to the capital.

Rong Qian, dressed in his everyday clothes, was about to leave the hospital when he arrived on the first floor and realized it was raining. He turned around to grab an umbrella.

today.

Rong Qian walked aimlessly, but her hand tightened its grip on the umbrella handle slightly.

right.

It's today.

"Watch out—!"

"ah!!"

A scream suddenly rang out behind him, and Rong Qian stopped in his tracks, unable to move an inch.

He turned around and saw a car with flashing lights hurtling toward him out of control.

But he couldn't hide.

There's no escaping it.

BOOM!

A loud bang, accompanied by splattered scarlet blood, stood out starkly against the rainy night.

The screams from the surrounding area became even more frequent and inconsistent.

Ambulances and police cars quickly arrived at the scene, and the area was soon cordoned off.

Besides the police and paramedics, Gu Hansheng and Rong Sheng also rushed over.

Seeing the body covered with a white sheet that had stained it red, Gu Hansheng froze for a few seconds. Ignoring the drizzling rain, she quickly walked to the stretcher, her hands trembling as she lifted the white sheet. When she saw that familiar face, she froze for a moment again.

"No...no, how could this be..."

Rong Sheng stood to the side, his hands trembling slightly as he could barely hold the umbrella.

Gu Hansheng held Rong Qian's body tightly, even though his clothes were stained with blood, tears streaming down his face. "No...!"

The pattering rain seemed to completely drown out the heart-wrenching cries.

The rain continued, and the dark clouds blocked the moonlight.

A very, very long time passed.

The sound of rain gradually subsided.

The boy huddled on the sofa, clutching a cushion, his body twitching slightly.

Only after the pain subsided did he remove the pillow and slowly sit up.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his palms.

The forty-fourth time, he died in a car accident.

...

For the forty-fifth time, someone stabbed him in the heart.

For the forty-sixth time, he was pushed off the top floor of the thirty-sixth floor.

The forty-seventh time, the bullet pierced the skull.

Forty-eight times, his throat was slit.

He was poisoned forty-nine times.

He drowned for the fiftieth time.

He was burned to death fifty-one times.

...

The 167th time, he was dismembered.

...

He was strangled to death for the 377th time.

...

The 691st time, he was buried alive.

...

He died from blood loss after being stabbed seventy-nine times; he died from being repeatedly run over by a truck; he died from being locked in a room with a gas leak; he died from being forced to drink mercury; he died from being frozen in a freezer; he died from being cut in half at the waist; he died from being beheaded; he died from an explosion; he died from chemical corrosion...

He has experienced all sorts of ways to die... including repeated deaths.

And no matter which time... he could never avoid it.

He couldn't avoid it.

He didn't even have a chance to struggle.

They didn't give him any chance to struggle at all.

...

The 723rd time...

The little boy slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils numb and empty.

He glanced around at what was in front of him, a slow smile curving his lips.

“Dawn”.

[I am here, sir.]

"Start command".

[Yes, sir.]

[Initiating execution of the instruction.]

[Connected to the nuclear weapons bureau, nuclear weapon locked, 30-second countdown.]

Whether it works or not, you'll know once you try it...

When the thirty seconds were up, the five- or six-year-old boy did not hesitate to plunge the fruit knife he had been holding into his heart.

...

The 724th time.

The little child opened his eyes, threw off the covers, got up and walked to the bedside, glancing at the gloomy sky outside the window.

He looked down at the passersby below, who all exuded a faint black aura that only he could see.

Just like him now.

Xiao Rongqian's lips curled into a strange smile. "Alright, Dawn, let's begin."

[Yes, sir.]

Rong Qian stayed at home quietly for a while.

Stay at home.

Staying at home.

[Sir, abnormal data has been detected loading into this world.]

[Your image has been projected.]

Rong Qian was playing with a pair of scissors in her hand. Upon hearing this, she slightly lifted her eyelids and glanced at the virtual screen in front of her.

A black figure appeared out of nowhere in the alley.

He wasn't interested in him; what mattered was... the strange energy fluctuations he carried.

After opening and closing the scissors in his hand a dozen times, Rong Qian spoke in a calm to indifferent tone: "Bring him here."

[Yes, sir.]

So, over there, the figure in black...

He was just one step away from leaving the alley when his hands were suddenly grabbed.

"Hi, sir, would you mind coming with us?"

"Hehe, don't worry, as long as you come with us, we won't hurt you~"

The young man stopped and turned to look at the two people on his left and right sides.

They looked exactly alike, with identical facial expressions, but their eyes were vacant.

He paused for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, let's go."

Normally, he would have refused outright and killed both of them.

But... he vaguely sensed that he was being locked on.

Isn't this just an ordinary world with relatively advanced technology...?

The young man was taken to a basement.

Although it's called a basement, it actually looks more like a... laboratory.

But what surprised him even more was that the boy sitting in the chair waiting for him was only five or six years old.

The moment he saw him, the little boy gave a slight smile. "Hello, it's nice to meet you."

"..."