Zhuang Li and Le Zhengming, too old to walk, remained close. They retired hand in hand, announced their love to the world, and then walked hand in hand into their graves.
Although the two's concealment caused a great uproar in society, in view of their great contributions to China, the public only talked about it for a while before it died down.
Zhuang Li created a superconducting quantum interferometer and launched it into the sky above China via satellite, creating a vast net. Any enemy nation or observer who dared to intrude upon this net would be attacked by hundreds of thousands of particle beams, annihilating them.
As a result, the Chinese territory has become the safest territory in the world.
It’s a pity that Zhuang Li waited for a lifetime but never saw the observer. It’s quite a pity.
But he wasn't surprised. The social relationships constructed by the Lord God were pyramid-shaped, with countless taskers at the base, the system in the middle, observers above, and the Lord God at the top. The higher the status, the smaller the number.
In other words, an observer often needs to monitor tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of small worlds. Identifying the world with abnormalities from such a large number of worlds is also a very difficult task for them.
It was just bad luck that Zhuang Li met three observers in a row in the previous world, so it was normal that he didn't meet any in this world.
After his death, he returned to his conscious form and instructed the system: "Travel through time. This time, choose a better world."
7480 replied sarcastically, "Master, don't worry. I will definitely help you choose carefully. The time travel is counting down. Please be ready, Master. 3, 2, 1, start!"
At the same time, far away in another time and space, a man with an unusually tall physique and very handsome and masculine appearance suddenly woke up from his dream, then half sat up and stroked his forehead anxiously.
The man sitting next to him holding a gun immediately walked over and asked, "Boss, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"
"No, it's not a nightmare." The man opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was as rough as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
The man with the gun looked at the bulge in his crotch and immediately winked and laughed, "Boss, if it's not a nightmare, then what's that dream? With whom? Is it exciting? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought your thing was born useless!"
"Get out of the way." The man frowned, looking angry, but he was still recalling the dream over and over again in his heart.
In his dream, he was hugging a flexible body tightly. The other person's skin was as white as snow, the other person's eyes were narrow and deep, and the other person's low moan was like the devil's whisper, which was unbearable and exciting.
He almost died in the man's body, with his hoarse laughter in his ears, like a piece of charcoal falling on his heart, burning a big hole, and then turning into blood, fusing with his bone marrow, heart, and even soul.
He hugged the other person tightly, wanting to keep this moment forever, but the man gently stroked his face and smiled softly: "See you in the next world."
The next world? What does that mean? Is he in my little world?
Thinking of this possibility, the man's heart beat wildly and he felt a sharp throbbing. An urgent desire surged from the bottom of his heart like a tide.
He kept rubbing his forehead, trying to recall his dream, but he could never picture the man's face. The only thing he remembered was his narrow, upturned eyes, which looked as cute and cunning as a little fox.
While he was stunned, a tall woman came over with a blue bottle in her hand.
"Boss, this is the item that dropped when we killed that tasker just now. It's a quick-acting healing spray. Try using it."
The man with the gun immediately lost his joking mood and shook his head dejectedly, "Boss's injury is simply incurable. The last time we got an S-grade mana regeneration potion, it didn't work, and this spray is only B-grade."
"There's no harm in giving it a try," the woman advised patiently.
The tall man took the medicine and sprayed it on his body casually.
Two or three minutes later, the hideous wounds were still a bloody mess exposed to the air, showing no sign of healing. As the woman sighed with regret and prepared to leave, miraculously, the deep scar on the man's knee quickly closed up and sprouted pink flesh.
The woman stared in surprise.
The team members sitting around also gathered around and watched this miracle in disbelief.
They struggled in this purgatory, only by killing other questers could they obtain life supplies. These supplies included food, water, daily necessities, various weapons, and potions. If they were seriously injured, they could be healed by the magical potions.
But tall men are the only exception.
No matter how badly he was injured, he had to bear it all on his own; no medicine could restore him. Even stranger, every once in a while, even when he wasn't fighting, inexplicable scars would appear on his body.
These wounds were so deep that the bones could be seen, or they had rotted into gangrene, or had eaten through the limbs. Their hideousness was simply too horrible to behold.
The taskers who followed the man could only watch in despair as he weakened day by day, with no solution at all. Even the most potent S-grade potions failed to improve his condition. They had a vague premonition that sooner or later, these scars would claim his life.
But now, a turning point has appeared! This B-level healing spray actually works!
"This is a medicine bottle, everyone look carefully! Be sure to pick it up when you are sniping the mission!" The female team member showed the blue medicine bottle to everyone.
Everyone nodded excitedly, but ignored the captain's hesitation to speak.
Only the tall man himself knew that the healing wound had nothing to do with the blue potion. It was the little fox that appeared in his dream that brought him hope and a turning point. What was his relationship with him? They had already done that, so they must be lovers, right?
Thinking of the soul-stirring and bone-chilling pleasure, the man who had always been calmer than a mountain actually had his ears flushed.
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On the other hand, in order to prevent the host from making a comeback, 7480 finally chose an ancient plane where there was no technology, and set the time point when the host was about to die.
So when Zhuang Li opened his eyes, what he saw was a battlefield full of flames, soldiers killing each other, blood splattered everywhere, and body parts scattered all over the ground; the cries of war horses, the howls of soldiers and the earth-shaking war drums echoed in his ears.
The flashes of swords and sabers shuttled back and forth around Zhuang Li. No one knew when one of them would fall on him and tear his body apart.
This is a battlefield, and it happened in ancient times.
No technology could protect Zhuang Li, and no martial arts prowess could allow him to leave the battlefield alive. He was a scumbag, barely able to crack an egg.
7480 laughed wildly in his mind: "Master, this world is exciting enough, isn't it? I only did this at your request. Please don't hate me when I get hacked to death, hahahahahaha..."
A soldier collapsed beside Zhuang Li, his body nearly cut in half, his body splattered with foul-smelling blood. Without hesitation, he fell down, gathered the broken bodies together, smeared his face with blood, and then closed his eyes peacefully.
Rather than risk his life, he chose to play dead.
7480 yelled in disbelief, "Fuck you, Master! Are you kidding me? You're pretending to be dead? Didn't you say that as a scientist, you shouldn't be afraid of having your head chopped off? Why are you so cowardly?"
"I won't hesitate at all to dedicate myself to science. I would feel humiliated if I were hacked to death for no reason. My value should not be wasted here." Zhuang Li said righteously.
7480: “…”
Thick-skinned people are truly invincible! It witnessed another skill of the host.
The sound of hacking and killing continued to ring in his ears. Soldiers wearing the same battle robes as Zhuang Li fell one after another, and gradually there were only a few left. Based on this, it can be inferred that Zhuang Li's side had lost this battle, and a crushing defeat.
Suddenly, a series of horse hoof sounds came from a nearby hillside, and a column of 500 cavalrymen joined the battlefield.
The enemy, already mad with killing intent, shouted in panic, "Le Zhengming is back! Everyone, retreat!"
They had actually given up on a victory so easily within their grasp and chosen to retreat. War drums from both sides pounded loudly, and another round of fierce chopping and killing could be heard from all around.
A sentence kept echoing in Zhuang Li’s mind - Le Zhengming is back!
So his guess was correct. His lover was indeed the target of every mission the system sent him through time. What had happened to him this time? Defeat?
7480 gloated, "It wasn't just a simple defeat! He fell for the enemy's deception, was betrayed by his own troops, and ultimately trapped and killed here. After his death, the enemy chopped off his head and hung it on the city wall, then burned his body to ashes."
"Let me take a look—"
7480 quickly flipped through the script and suddenly laughed strangely: "Hehehe, sorry, Master, I will say goodbye to you forever in three days. I hope you will be reborn into a good family in your next life."
"Oh, I almost forgot," 7480 covered his mouth in a very pretentious manner. "The master whose consciousness I devoured has no chance of reincarnation. Master, please enjoy life for the next three days. I will cheer you on!"
Zhuang Li silently analyzed this passage in his mind, neither angry nor flustered. He never complained about 7480's excessive talk, because he could extract a lot of useful information from its silly words. For example, now he had roughly figured out what world he had traveled to and what the current situation was.
To ordinary people, war appears chaotic, destructive, and ever-changing. But in the eyes of scientists, every war can be described with precise formulas and numbers.
Zhuang Li only has a frail body and no superb martial arts skills, but he still has brains. Three days is indeed a bit short, but there should be a way out...
While he was thinking, the sounds of battle gradually faded away. Suddenly, a general as tall and strong as an iron tower pulled Zhuang Li out from the pile of dead bodies and said in a gruff voice, "General, there's a coward pretending to be dead here!"
Zhuang Li, who was being held in someone's hand like a chicken, said: "..."
7480: "...Hahaha, Master, you have come to this day too!"
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