Death that cannot be escaped (IV) I began to die again and again...
In my second life, I have no memory of my first life, but as I am in a God’s perspective, from the perspective of world memory, I can find that I in my second life have had a name since birth.
The people around me are no longer nicknames, they all have their own names.
Compared to the first life, they were obviously much more lively in the second life.
Apart from that there haven't been many changes.
Before the age of fifteen, my life trajectory was the same as that of my first life.
And on this day when I was fifteen, a transfer student appeared in my school.
Then, countless attackers appeared beside me.
School doctor, teacher, school bully, school beauty...
The abilities of these attackers are obviously not as strong as those of the first generation. Even if I find something unusual or they fail to attack, they will not get angry but just disappear quietly.
Therefore, this world has not been destroyed.
I faced more and more attackers, and tried to get the truth of the world from them.
The silver lining is that I can hear the conversations between these attackers and their so-called system.
You can even see the system layout they operate.
There are some attackers who have taken over the bodies of people close to me. Although the bodies remain the same, the souls inside have actually been replaced by someone else.
And the methods used by these attackers cannot be hidden from me. I can directly see through the souls in their bodies to see whether they are really themselves.
Those people call me Jack Sue protagonist.
In their interpretation, "Jack Su" means omnipotent and infinitely charming.
In this case, this ability to see through all illusions may also be one of my abilities as a Jack Su protagonist.
But seeing through does not mean getting used to it.
There are more and more attackers around me. Their inner voices are intertwined with the voice of the system. It seems like there are five hundred ducks quacking in my ears.
Even when I was sleeping, there was a constant stream of noise, making it difficult for me to get a normal rest.
The fatigue, tension and anxiety caused by not being able to rest properly made my headache more severe.
What's worse is that these attackers come from different worlds and carry different energy systems.
As more and more attackers came around me, frictions inevitably arose between them and they began to compete with each other.
The world's growth cannot keep up with the speed of their destruction, and they have made the world a mess.
Especially in the later period, when I learned the truth about the world, they felt that I was completely impossible to conquer, so they gave up and started a war in this world.
The second before the world was about to be destroyed, I felt that heart-wrenching pain again.
The world restarts once again.
Other worlds have been paying close attention to the situation in this world. After discovering that the world can be restarted continuously, they no longer swarmed over to attack me like they did in the second life.
The higher world reached an agreement that the restart of this world would be the boundary. During each restart, only the attackers from one world could come to this world.
The order of the attack is determined by military strength.
As for how many attackers the world will send out when its turn comes, that is up to this world.
So in the third life, they started to target my information and release into this world a partner that met my standards for a spouse.
This time they sent a cook.
In response to my stomachache, the cook approached me and made a variety of foods suitable for people with stomach problems.
Strangely enough, the food she cooked was exceptionally sweet, and after I ate it I actually felt my stomach felt much better.
Unfortunately, she got carried away and I noticed something was wrong.
I arrested her and interrogated her.
Obviously, this life's strategy has completely failed.
Therefore, the higher world threatens this world with death, causing the world consciousness of this world to mistakenly believe that it has reached a critical moment of life and death.
So I died.
It turns out that the price of restarting the world is my death.
Whenever the world consciousness realizes that it is about to be destroyed, it kills me and restarts the world.
It’s funny, but in this life I died of stomach cancer.
The cancer cells spread rapidly throughout my body and no medical treatment could help. My body rapidly deteriorated in a short period of time.
Chemotherapy caused my hair to fall out quickly and my body to become thin quickly. The funny thing is that even in this state, the me in the mirror was still fascinating, revealing a gloomy and broken beauty.
As the center of the world, I possess unparalleled beauty, so sacrificing myself for the world's restart is the price I have to pay.
The fourth, fifth, sixth...
The world has always been like a set program. Whenever the world is in danger, it will push the world to restart. The condition for restarting is me.
I started dying.
Because this world is centered on me, when their power is displayed before me, this powerful force will be "seen" by me, and the world will consciously develop in the direction of this external energy.
The energy carried by different attackers will affect the development of this world.
Maybe it's because of too many restarts, so there will always be some traces left.
Starting from the tenth life, fragments of memories from the past began to appear sporadically in my mind.
In this life, I died of a lung infection tumor.
I had difficulty breathing and oxygen couldn't enter my body. Even if I mobilized all my strength to take a breath of fresh air, it was of no use.
My vision started to go dark, and due to lack of oxygen, my muscles all over my body ached and my bones seemed to be cracking.
When I was near death, I saw the memories of my previous reincarnations.
At this moment, I felt again the strange feeling when I named myself in my first life.
It was as if my mind suddenly became much clearer.
But this feeling didn't last long, and I fell into darkness.
This time, I woke up from my eleventh life with all my previous memories.
I began to try to resist.
But it doesn't work.
Our world is like a game.
Whenever they realize that the strategy cannot be implemented, or that what I do is about to threaten their world, this world will be forced to restart as if clearing the game process.
It's like the dimensionality reduction crushing of the high-dimensional world.
This world is derived from the framework of the novel, so the people around me who are in the plot cannot escape the constraints of the plot.
Although as the world restarts again and again and as my abilities become stronger and stronger, they have gradually gained self-awareness and will not suddenly change their personalities as the plot progresses like in the first life.
But their overall fate cannot escape the framework of the plot.
In addition to the higher world, what imprisons us is also the world consciousness of this world.
The closer something is to me, the more it is affected by the world consciousness.
And I am the one most influenced by world consciousness.
Faced with the attackers who have taken over the heroine's identity, the will of the world is constantly urging me to follow the plot.
The music teacher who comforts the insomniac president.
A special case that made the president no longer obsessed with mysophobia.
Sadomasochism, running with the ball, white moonlight and the substitute...
The plot urged me to fall in love with them, to fall in love with my destined "other half".
I won’t.
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