Death that cannot be escaped (V) The enemy is in the light, while we are in the dark. …
In the process of contacting the higher world again and again, I gradually found a way to deal with these attackers once and for all.
That is, to make the world mature.
After the world enters its mature stage, there will be an additional protective barrier outside the world, and the overall strength will have a substantial leap.
Therefore, the targets of hunting by those higher worlds are usually not mature worlds - they just want to plunder the luck of other worlds to improve themselves, rather than wanting to hurt both sides.
The world I live in is still in its infancy, the rules of the world are not yet sound, and even I, as the center of the world, have only recently developed self-awareness.
According to the normal process of world development, after I die as "Xuanyuan Zongheng", I will appear in another form, and the second generation of Jack Su will appear in the world, becoming the male protagonist with another identity, and then repeat the plot of the novel again and again.
Until quantitative change leads to qualitative change, the world enters the mature stage.
Normally, I, as the center of the world, do not develop a sense of self until the world matures.
But now, our world has been targeted, and people from other higher worlds will not allow our world to have the opportunity to enter maturity.
Time and again, they stimulated world consciousness, forcing the world to restart, trying to seize the world's fortune by gaining my favor.
Therefore, how could they allow the birth of the second generation of Jack Su protagonist? After realizing that the strategy could not continue, they would force the world consciousness to cause my death to trigger the world to restart.
Their strength is so overwhelming, just like the dimensionality reduction crushing of the higher world over the lower world. Our world has no power to resist and can only be forced to restart again and again.
But now, restarting again and again will no longer refresh my memory.
I will continue to try with the memories of my past life until I find a way to shorten the process of the world's maturity.
Now the offense and defense are reversed, I am in the dark and my enemy is in the light.
By my twentieth reincarnation, I had tried dozens of different energy systems.
Spiritual energy, literary energy, supernatural powers, martial arts, technology...
Among them, technology is developing the fastest.
But even technology cannot enable the world to achieve a qualitative leap in just twenty years.
The people around me who are in the framework of the novel have increasingly distinct personalities. They have their own names, lives, hobbies, and characteristics, but their fate still cannot escape the framework set by the plot.
But it was not all in vain.
In reincarnation, I swallowed up the vacancy of the so-called "CEO's spouse".
Originally, I am the center of this world. I am the only Jack Sue protagonist. This world was created because of me. If I want it not to exist, it will not exist.
In the framework of the novel, after losing the position of "spouse", those storytellers can no longer occupy the position of "president's spouse" and have an impact on the plot characters.
The characters in the plot will not behave in a way that goes against their own conscience.
At the same time, my little ailments also disappeared with the disappearance of the “CEO’s spouse.”
That's how it should be.
As the president of Jack Su, I hold the economic lifeline of the world in my hands. My health is fully taken care of by my family doctor, and my diet is prepared by professional chefs and nutritionists. These minor problems should not have happened to me.
These little quirks are just to create opportunities for me to meet my other half.
Now that the other half set in the framework of the novel has disappeared, these minor problems will naturally disappear.
Those higher worlds have not discovered this.
Because the invaders who come to conquer this world bring more and more energy systems.
At the same time, the time points they travel through are becoming more and more free.
Some people traveled back in time to when I was three years old, wanting to cultivate feelings with me since we were childhood sweethearts; some people traveled back in time to when I was a teenager, became my deskmate, and wanted to redeem me who was cold and paranoid; some people tried to become my white moonlight, and then appear as a stand-in a few years later, asking me to perform the "chasing wife to the crematorium" drama according to his script; and some people traveled back in time to when I was in my fifties or sixties, wanting to have a twilight romance with me.
The earlier the time point the attacker travels to, the greater the impact it will have on this world.
The original development direction of this world was just the ordinary technological direction, but because of these attackers carrying different energy systems, more and more development directions have developed.
So much so that later on, the development of the world has become completely different from the original technological world of "The Domineering President Falls in Love with Me".
The attackers naturally failed to realize that the position of "President's Spouse" had disappeared.
They just blindly attacked me according to the script formed in their imagination.
In addition, there are some worlds that know that their power is shallow, so they do not regard conquering me as their ultimate goal. They just design one wonderful script after another, and then let the conquerors bring these scripts to this world to perform and shoot live-action TV series.
The biggest feature of these scripts is contrast.
The contrast with the ordinary technological world.
Someone has come to this world with a zombie virus, starting a doomsday survival struggle for the entire world.
Someone brought weapons with advanced world technology, causing the overall technological level of this world to regress fifty years, forcing the world to stage a technological recovery.
There were also people who entered this world the moment I was born, affecting the basic structure of the creatures in this world, causing the blood of the indigenous inhabitants of this world to mutate, giving birth to elves, vampires, mermaids and other alien species.
This world is like a tattered towel, forced to withstand the impact of one force after another until its original appearance can no longer be recognized.
chaos.
But when the power disparity is too great, the best way to win is to muddy the water thoroughly.
It might as well be an opportunity.
In the twenty-third reincarnation, it was rare that the guide came late, so my development experience before the age of fourteen was basically the same as in the first life.
I used the technological knowledge I learned in my previous reincarnation to advance the development of technology ahead of time.
In my first life, the flying car was launched globally when I was eighteen years old, but in this life, it was already on the market when I was ten years old.
When I was fourteen, I returned to China for my mother’s birthday.
In midsummer, there are cars lined up on the road and in the no-fly zone.
An indescribable sense of familiarity came over me.
I have a photographic memory, and if I remember correctly, a young man died on this road one minute later.
He passed by my car window holding a basketball, his almond-shaped eyes slightly raised with pure joy, and the schoolbag on one shoulder swayed gently behind him.
He went to an invitation to death with the joy of reuniting with friends.
"parking."
Without thinking too much, before the car stopped, I opened the door, got out and grabbed his arm.
His eyes widened slightly and he looked at me in surprise and confusion.
"you……"
Before he could finish his words, the truck staggered out from the corner and plunged into the green belt. The drunk driver sobered up instantly and crawled out of the driver's seat.
The boy took a turn and uttered a difficult "thank you".
I let go of his wrists.
"You're welcome."
It was just a casual move, but it was like a flash of inspiration in his mind, and countless memories of reincarnations flashed through his mind.
A teenager was hit and killed by a car.
A student was killed by a flower pot.
A passerby was electrocuted by high voltage electricity.
The boy who was bitten to death by a monster.
…
In my countless reincarnations, the passerby who inspired my next development with his life had the same pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes.
I extended my hand, "Xuanyuan Zongheng."
The boy hesitated, then shook my hand awkwardly, "Lu Renjia."
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