Perhaps, as the simulator suggests, things will get better once we spend more decades or even centuries together and get to know each other.
There must be another solution.
Yun Shou thought to himself.
Although Qin Zhenhai and he had only known each other for a day, and Xixi Qi might not even be aware of his existence.
However, they met him, interacted with him, grew together, and helped each other in other times and the future.
"To step into a parallel universe that has been simulated before, or to unify the consciousness of those beings in those universes..."
"Uh, the latter one feels a bit like possession, or maybe it could be changed to something like memory transference?"
He scratched his head, deciding to worry about this later.
"Now, garbage kings from all over the world are flocking to me."
You calmly walk into the city before you. Just a few tens of minutes ago, a group of bounty hunters wearing exoskeletons appeared here, and after you took down the strongest of them, they started a series of attacks...
Now everything has calmed down, and the city is peaceful and serene, just before the storm arrives.
The streets were deserted, with few pedestrians. Upon seeing your tall figure in your exoskeleton, they all fearfully moved aside, hiding or fleeing.
You feel wronged: "Why is everyone so afraid of me? It's like I'm some kind of monster."
[Bang! A plate falls and shatters on your head.]
You look up and see a seven or eight-year-old boy upstairs yelling angrily, "Give me back my dad!"
The boy's mother rushed out from behind him the next moment, hugging him and shrinking back. The woman's face was filled with terror, and in the fleeting glance she gave you, a deep-seated hatred, just like her own child, shone through.
Inside the apartment in the high-rise building, the boy is struggling, while his mother tells him to shut up.
[As the rumbling of jets drew nearer, the mother and child froze, seeing the crimson-painted demon appear at the window.]
You raise your hand and tap on the glass, then politely draw back the curtains.
"Guess who I am? Little Ani."
The boy froze. "Little Ani," he thought, "that's a term only a father would use."
A glimmer of hope ignited in his heart: "Could it be...?"
The next moment, your visor opened, revealing a face that was completely unfamiliar to him.
"Anyway, it's not your dad."
"Byd, you've used your intelligence for future exploration to make a hellish joke, haven't you?"
You curled your lip as you watched the crying boy.
"He wanted me dead, but he didn't have the power to do so; therefore, he was the one who could only die."
"Well, that's called 'serves you right.' Being bad at the game isn't a crime, but if you're bad at it and also love to play, then you can't blame anyone else."
[“Hey, there’s someone over there!” you suddenly point to the side.]
The boy's attention was diverted, and he looked over curiously.
The next second you scolded me: "What are you looking at? He's not your dad."
Yun Shou didn't laugh.
He felt that the twelve seemed to have forgotten something.
That boy wasn't the only one without a father...
You continue walking down the street, but this time you turn into a bar.
In this world filled with exoskeletons, cyborgs, and prosthetic limbs, the bar is spacious enough to accommodate your 3.8-meter-tall War Dragon XI.
You walk into the bar, and the men and women inside fall into a deathly silence.
They kindly made way for you to reach the counter.
"Give me a 'Tongue-Burning' drink."
The waiter, his hands trembling, presented a glass of fiery red liquor. As you raised the glass to your face and held it up to your mask, almost everyone in the bar held their breath.
In a situation where even the fall of a pin could alert everyone, the sound of countless heavy bullets being chambered rang out.
They held their breath, they watched with bated breath, they waited for you to remove the mask, revealing the fragile body beneath, a body that could be taken away with ease.
[And then—500 million credits in hand!]
[Click click click!]
[Amidst the whirring of metal contraptions, some people craned their necks, like geese waiting to be fed, ready for the moment your visor would open.]
Some gun barrels were already raised, their cold glint reflecting the scattered lights of the bar.
Then a straw emerged from inside the mask, slowly inserted into the wine glass, and the wine was sipped clean, bit by bit.
"Gurgle, gurgle."
"Gurgle... hiss."
In the dead silence, you placed the glass back on the counter, and retracted the straw.
Then you turn to look at everyone here. As your gaze sweeps over them, they hurriedly put away their weapons and sit up straight.
Right behind you, a fat man looked panicked, trying to drop his submachine gun but afraid of making too much noise and triggering your anger. He tried to push the gun to someone else, but no one would take it.
In the final half-second, he abruptly shoved the gun into his clothes, the gun bulging out of his round belly.
[He wasn't the only one like this; some tucked sniper rifles into their crotches, some stuffed grenades into large mines, and others clung to nearby men or women, using the gaps between their embraces to conceal their weapons.]
"Is it funny? All I see is a bunch of desperate Man and Women."
[Your teasing voice rang out: "What? Did I disappoint you?"]
No one dared to answer; only cold sweat streamed down their faces.
【Bang!】
[It's unclear whose gun accidentally discharged, but almost instantly, the tension that had been building in the bar snapped. Bullets flew out one after another, some aimed at you, others at the others. The bullets flew wildly, but none of them could hurt you.]
A small, body-hugging exoskeleton suddenly screams and charges at you, only to be casually swatted into the ground. Amidst the chaos, you walk nonchalantly out of the bar, leaving the commotion behind.
However, it was you who shouted that first "bang."
"It's almost time."
You walked out of the bar, you walked out of the street, you walked out of the city.
You arrive at the adjacent garbage area, and you walk deeper and deeper into it.
[Midway through, some garbage collectors from other areas arrived.]
They surrounded you, some striking the moment they arrived, only to be easily killed by you.
Others will silently follow behind you, and if they happen to block your way, they will step aside to let you pass first.
[King of Steel, King of Ice, King of Meteor, King of Blade River.]
[Purple Gold King, Iron Claw King, Soaring Sky King, Undying King.]
This is the place where all the kings gather.
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