Chapter 30 Civilized Sinner
The roar of fighting came from the front.
After Yuan Qing walked out of the cave, he came to a ruin full of rubble and debris. In front of him, a tall and thin monster was waving his arms to destroy the surrounding buildings.
After walking a little closer, he found a dark shadow struggling with the monster.
It was Yan Nan. His physical condition suddenly became amazing. His jumping ability and the strength of his limbs became extraordinary. He was completely different from the Yan Nan he had in mind.
Yuan Qing was stunned for a moment, and in the short moment he was stunned, the fight between Yan Nan and the monster suddenly became fierce and fast, and every move was fatal. After only three or two rounds, Yan Nan suddenly jumped onto the monster's back, raised his long knife with both hands, and pierced the monster's head cleanly.
The monster's counterattack stopped for a moment. It remained frozen in place, as it remained pierced. The scene remained still.
After witnessing the monster's death, Yuan Qing watched Yan Nan's body sway and then fell off the monster's back.
He immediately rushed over and caught Yan Nan before he fell to the ground.
The monster's tall body collapsed with a loud bang, and the ground around it was cracked. Yuan Qing used his body to block the dust and rubble that splashed everywhere.
He bent down and looked down, and saw Yan Nan in his arms with his eyes tightly closed, as if he had fallen into a coma.
At the same time, a subtle change spread rapidly in the air.
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With the help of the plug-in provided by the system, Yan Nan was instantly transformed from a weak clerk who was powerless into an extremely agile Popeye. In just a few moves, he pinned Yan Qiusi, the mastermind behind the incident, to the ground and beat him up. Unfortunately, he failed to capture the black group that brought the virus and let him escape.
Yes, according to the system, the virus that destroyed a small world was not born from the small world, but was brought by the black group that invaded the small world.
The moment the black group escaped, zombies all over the world suddenly froze, the polluted land regained its vitality, the withered plants sprouted new buds, and the wounds on animals that were injured by the virus returned to normal.
All over the world, whether it is the superpowers fighting zombies, or the ordinary people bitten by zombies and hiding in the corner dying, or the survivors staying safely in the base without any disaster.
People all over the world raised their heads at the same time and looked in the same direction.
Invisible emotions spread in the air, the haze was dispelled, and everyone felt this change from the bottom of their hearts, affecting the change of everyone's destiny.
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The moment Yan Qiusi was killed, the task completion prompt sounds in the system space rang one after another.
Yan Nan let out a long breath, and then the only thing left for him to do was to wait silently for the backlash after the props passed by, waiting for his body to die from the backlash of the virus and leave this world. However, he waited for a while, and not only did the backlash not happen, he even felt that his body was getting better and better.
[What's going on? Is the mission not over yet?] Yan Nan asked the system.
The system told him, "Because your health is too high, it is not suitable to escape at this time."
If that's the case, Yan Nan thought to himself, can't he just stab himself and get away? Please, I really don't want to stay in this class for even a minute longer.
Just as he was about to draw his sword, the system's warning suddenly sounded, "Important plot characters have been detected nearby. Operators are prohibited from doing anything that seriously violates the character's setting in front of the plot characters. Also, it is prohibited to forcibly leave the plot characters in front of them in violation of the laws of life and death."
This reminder scared Yan Nan so much that he stopped his actions immediately. He caught a glimpse of Yuan Qing's figure out of the corner of his eye, and then he came up with an idea and pretended to be exhausted and fell off the monster.
Since he couldn't escape from the world by committing suicide, he could only hope that the protagonist would be able to see through the situation and give the villain a finishing blow. But the protagonist suddenly got the upper hand and took him down. After he closed his eyes and waited for a long time, he didn't see Yuan Qing's intention to finish the job.
Just when he was about to close his eyes as he could no longer act, a cold water stain suddenly fell on his face.
But soon another warm hand came over and wiped away the water droplets.
Is it raining?
Yan Nan couldn't help but opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yuan Qing pursing her lips tightly, with crystal tears rolling in her eye sockets like little white flowers that were about to fall out.
"Why are you crying..." Yan Nan suddenly felt a little funny. He sat up with his arms propped up and asked.
"Teacher Yan..." Yuan Qing blinked, and the tears were squeezed down by his eyelashes. His face still looked a little confused, "I thought you..."
"Did you think I was dead?" Yan Nan stood up from the ground. He had just experienced a fierce battle and his limbs were still sore and painful, but he still tried his best to control the trembling in his body and pretended nothing had happened.
He stood up straight and reached out his hand to Yuan Qing who was kneeling on the ground, "Go back."
The sun rose behind him, shining brightly.
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A month passed, and the survivors gradually adapted to life without having to worry about survival every day.
People gathered together again, changed order, reclaimed wasteland, and rebuilt their homes.
In this hopeful and inspiring collective atmosphere, everyone is moving forward in unity towards a better future.
Except for Yan Nan. From the day he went back with Yuan Qing, his health began to decline rapidly.
The entrance of a temporary medical clinic.
"What's going on?" Yuan Qing stood up anxiously and asked as he saw the doctor coming out after examining Yan Nan.
The doctor looked solemn and spoke slowly, "It's hard to say... It's a very strange situation. We still have to wait for the team from the West District to come to know what's going on, but you have to be mentally prepared in advance..."
"Oh, okay, okay, thank you, doctor." Yuan Qing agreed dejectedly.
After sending the doctor away, Yuan Qing sat down again, staring blankly at the gray door. Inside the door lay Yan Nan, who had just separated from him.
Mingming Yan Nan was fine when he came back with him. Yuan Qing still remembered that the two of them rushed for a whole day and finally caught up with the main force on their way back to the camp in the evening.
The sky was dark. After parting with him, Yuan Qing turned around and went back to the tent. The surroundings were calm, but Yuan Qing's heart suddenly beat uneasily. He tried to suppress this inexplicable premonition, but his heart beat faster and faster, so violently that it could not be ignored.
The night was quiet. A strong wind suddenly blew over, brushing his cheeks and making his light coat spin. Yuan Qing stopped, his pupils dilated, then he turned around and ran back the same way.
This journey was longer than he had imagined. His heart was still beating fast, and the dark scenery passed by quickly. Finally, a familiar figure appeared in front of him. He stopped, propped up his knees with his hands, opened his mouth and gasped violently. Just when he was about to shout -
The gray-black figure suddenly became shorter. Yuan Qing was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had fallen.
Yuan Qing rushed over, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, the moon shone down, and the unconscious figure on the ground was illuminated in a bleak white.
Yan Nan curled up on the ground, his hair disheveled, his face in pain, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and he was almost not breathing.
After a brief shock, Yuan Qing reacted quickly and took Yan Nan to see a doctor in the camp.
The doctor examined Yan Nan and he woke up on his own soon after.
Looking at the crowd of people surrounding his bed who were concerned about his health, Yan Nan lowered his head without saying a word.
On the way back, several people took turns to look after him 24 hours a day, so they saw clearly that Yan Nan's body was rapidly weakening day by day, his sleeping time was getting longer and longer, he kept coughing up blood, and his body was getting thinner and thinner.
During this period, people tried various drugs or supernatural treatments on him, but they were of no use to treat this sudden exhaustion. He was still sick every day, and his coma time was getting longer and longer.
Now a month has passed, and doctors from all over the world have participated in the research of Yan Nan's disease, but no one can solve this problem.
They were powerless and had no way to do anything. It seemed that they could only watch helplessly as this saint who had given everything to solve the virus and save humanity ended up with premature aging.
No one could save him.
The sound of footsteps interrupted Yuan Qing's memories. He looked up and saw Song Yanghui and Pan Yi walking towards him with a messy bouquet of flowers in their hands.
Song Yanghui glanced at him casually, nodded, and then walked towards the door with an expressionless face. When he reached the door, he threw the flowers in his hand out, then opened the door and went in.
Outside the door, Pan Yi hurriedly caught the bouquet and found that the door had been closed to him. He stood there awkwardly, looking at Yuan Qing who was looking at him with a confused expression.
Song Yanghui silently looked at the figure sleeping on the bed with his back to him.
The room was decorated in a monotonous gray and white color. Apart from all the monitoring instruments, there was only a bed. Yan Nan was still sleeping soundly at this moment, his breathing was steady and light, his pale face was sunken in the soft pillow, his long hair was dishevelled, revealing only a pointed chin.
Song Yanghui pulled out a chair beside the bed and sat down, staring blankly at the bed for a long time.
After a long while, when he was sure that Yan Nan would not wake up for the time being, Song Yanghui suddenly spoke to the back.
"I'm sorry..." The voice was light and floating, like the leaves swaying and falling to the ground outside the window.
After he said this, the room fell into silence again.
The dim setting sun slowly shone in, Song Yanghui stood up gently and left silently.
After he left, Yan Nan, who was sleeping soundly, turned over and then opened his eyes.
【System?】
What's the matter?
【How long will it take to leave this world?】
[Probably.] The system calculated, [This body will probably collapse within three days.]
Yan Nan nodded, and the task bar and whitewashing value in the system space reached the top. Although it took a while longer than planned, the task was completed in an unexpected way, but fortunately, although the process was completely wrong, the result was right.
Because the small world has recovered, the chaos of time and space outside the world has naturally disappeared. The system has re-established contact with the headquarters. It reported the various frequent accidents here and received a message from the headquarters urging them to return as soon as possible.
Of course Yan Nan wanted to go back earlier. After separating from Yuan Qing, he prepared to leave by force, but was interrupted halfway. Later, there was always someone guarding him for 24 hours, and he couldn't find a chance to leave, so he kept delaying until now.
Fortunately, everything is coming to an end now. After all, the villain's inevitable death cannot be changed, and the headquarters will not let the executors waste so much time in one place.
In fact, Yan Nan had died long ago. He was still alive until now because he had merged with the virus. However, after the black group that brought the virus escaped, all the viruses that violated the rules in the small world were destroyed in an instant, even the mother virus in Yan Nan's body was not immune.
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Yan Nan is dying.
Everyone accepted this irreversible outcome, and at his request, he was taken from the hospital back to his previous residence.
There was still an endless stream of guests coming to visit during the day, but most of them were stopped outside by Yuan Qing and had no chance to disturb Yan Nan who was resting inside.
By the evening, the guests in the house finally left.
Yan Nan was lying in his bedroom when he heard Yuan Qing quietly send off the last visitor. Then, hesitant footsteps stopped at his door. Yan Nan waited for a long time but there was no knock on the door.
The lights in the living room went out and Yuan Qing left.
Yan Nan turned over, looked at the gray and dark ceiling, and sighed.
Tomorrow is the system's estimated departure time.
Everyone thought he was asleep, so no one came to disturb him. But in fact he couldn't sleep at all, because it felt like countless ants were gnawing under his skin every moment, and cold blue blood was flowing in his body. Because the virus lost control, the blue blood from the dead mermaid seemed to come back to life, and it corroded and gnawed at the flesh and blood organs in Yan Nan's body bit by bit.
This kind of pain of the body gradually collapsing, but the soul cannot escape and becomes more and more awake is really uncomfortable. He was tortured by this and had difficulty sleeping. Even the system could not do anything about it.
The moon outside the window rose high in the sky, and the whole world became silent.
In the dim room, Yan Nan sat up with great difficulty and slowly groped his way out of bed. He felt dizzy and his limbs were weak, but he still moved to the door little by little.
The system opened the door for him and he walked out holding on to the wall.
There was a person squatting not far away. Yan Nan was startled and asked.
"What's wrong with you?"
Hearing his voice, Yuan Qing, who had buried his head in his knees, raised his head. The area around his eyes was red. He sniffed and said in a suppressed crying voice, "Teacher Yan..."
"Why are you crying?" Yan Nan was surprised. He took two quick steps and soon felt dizzy.
Yuan Qing quickly stood up and supported him, "Teacher Yan, Teacher Yan!" he shouted anxiously.
Yan Nan was extremely weak all over. He leaned on Yuan Qing and managed to stand up straight. "What's wrong with you? Can you tell me?"
"I'm fine..." Yuan Qing denied.
"Tell me, why are you crying alone?"
"I am..." Yuan Qing was choked by the surging emotions.
"I just feel sad, teacher. How could fate be so unfair to you?"
"How is it unfair?" Yan Nan smiled and slowly looked towards the window. "In fact, sometimes I feel that I am still quite lucky. At least you are here, right?"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, teacher." Yuan Qing looked guilty, frowned, and looked very uncomfortable. "I have been wanting to tell you for a long time."
"You saved me twice, but I never even said thank you..."
"Once in the research institute, and once in the factory later. You have done so much for me, but I even..."
Yuan Qing couldn't help but immerse himself in memories again. At this time, Yan Nan suddenly covered his mouth and burst into a violent coughing fit.
"Teacher Yan!" Yuan Qingxin stopped talking, immediately put her hands around him and patted the patient's back gently.
The coughing soon stopped, and Yan Nan's whole body went limp. He closed his eyes too weak to lean on Yuan Qing. His hands hung naturally, and the blood on his palms dripped onto the ground.
The body under his palm was as thin and soft as a piece of paper. Holding back tears of sadness, he carried Yan Nan back to the bed and pressed the emergency bell at the bedside.
A short ringtone rang, and the frequency of the beat was now consistent with Yuan Qing's heartbeat. He leaned his hands on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the person who was curled up in pain on the bed, his mind going blank.
At this moment, a little force came from his wrist. He looked down and saw that the weak patient had woken up without knowing when. With his eyes closed, he slowly reached out and hooked his sleeve.
Seeing him looking at him, Yan Nan smiled slightly and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to him.
Yuan Qing leaned forward and the patient's gentle voice reached his ears.
"Don't feel guilty. This is all because of my fate with him. It was never your fault... and..." He paused, took a few breaths, and then continued, "and... I never blame you. Don't feel sad for me... I should have left a long time ago. Live a good life. You are important... You are important, and there are many people... who need your help..."
Yuan Qing stared blankly, his brain completely unable to digest what he heard.
At this moment, the door was violently slammed open, and five or six doctors in tattered clothes carrying medical boxes rushed in. Without even taking the time to greet Yuan Qing, they immediately began to rescue the patient in a tacit and skillful manner.
“…It’s useless.”
"The anesthesia didn't work..."
“The medication is no longer effective.”
"Do you want to use that one?"
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Yuan Qing stared blankly at Yan Nan lying on the bed, surrounded by several people. His face was full of pain and struggle, his mouth was open, breathing rapidly, his eyelids were half closed, and filled with tears.
He looked in pain.
Yuan Qing began to feel constant pain in his body.
He squatted down with his arms around his shoulders, but his eyes could not leave Yan Nan for even a second.
Time passed slowly, the temperature around him dropped little by little, and Yuan Qing's lips turned purple from the cold.
Suddenly, Yan Nan, who was lying on the hospital bed, grabbed the hand of the person next to him. His strength suddenly became abnormal, but his body was shaking because of the pain. "Don't go on..."
"Don't go on, please..."
“I’m in so much pain…”
"it hurts……"
"Let me go..."
"Please..."
The room was silent, with only Yan Nan's painful pleas echoing in everyone's mind.
Everyone stopped what they were doing at the same time and turned to look at Yuan Qing.
Yuan Qing slowly stood up, walked over, and squatted beside the bed.
The two looked at each other for a long time. As if Yuan Qing understood his thoughts, he slowly reached out his hand.
Yan Nan gently held Yuan Qing's hand, his hot body temperature quickly dropped, and he slowly closed his eyes.
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Although the threat to his life had long been removed, it was not easy to put together a set of decent funeral clothes at this time.
Yan Nan's funeral was held in a grand manner, even though he himself might not be happy about it. But even if we put aside his status as a savior, this was a very reasonable treatment for him as the only human who died from the virus after it disappeared.
A sparse rain began to fall, the first rain in a month.
Song Yanghui had just received the news and rushed back from the periphery. The whole city was hung with white mourning cloths, and the streets from inside the city to outside the city were filled with people, densely packed into a black ocean.
The body was still lying in the blank church. Song Yanghui ignored the acquaintances who greeted him and walked straight inside. When the crowd saw him coming, they spontaneously made way for him.
On a wooden board covered with flowers, Yan Nan was lying there, covered with a white cloth. His face and lips were pale, and his eyes were tightly closed. He looked no different from when he usually slept.
Song Yanghui walked over with stiff steps. He could hear cries of pain all around him, but he walked through the crowd as if he heard nothing.
When he was about to reach there, he suddenly bumped into someone. Song Yanghui slowly lowered his head and saw that the person blocking his way was Yuan Qing, who was sitting on the ground holding a wooden board.
He had a dazed look on his face, his upper body lying on the wooden board, crushing a bunch of flowers. His head was very close to the dead body, and he lay motionless, without any reaction when hit by Song Yanghui.
"Yuan Qing." Song Yanghui called him, but the latter did not give him any response.
"When did he die?" the standing man asked again, not caring about his attitude.
"Yesterday. Early morning." Yuan Qing remained motionless, but answered him.
"Was it sad when he left?"
"I don't know... I would rather... it was me..." Yuan Qing was reminded of bad memories by his question, and he began to mutter in a trance.
The conversation between the two ended just as it began.
At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd. The two turned around and saw that the pastors, masters and Taoist priests who had been brought in overnight had all come in.
They were covered in sweat, and in their hands were a hodgepodge of cooking tools.
"Make way, make way."
The house was already packed with people, and it was not easy to squeeze three or four big men in at this time, so the master had no choice but to put down his bag and shout at the crowd to make way.
Yuan Qing withdrew his gaze, but Song Yanghui's eyes never left these strangely dressed humans.
The masters finally rushed to the deceased, and the others left the room after receiving the order, and the space suddenly became much more spacious.
Song Yuan and the other person never left. The former kept staring at the masters who were about to perform the ritual, not missing any unusual spots.
The masters didn't pay attention to his target and focused on using their best skills on the deceased.
Except for a tall, thin, white-skinned strange guy, he had nothing in his hands and walked straight towards Yan Nan.
He squatted down in front of Yan Nan, put his hands beside his head, and then stopped moving.
His action was so strange that even Yuan Qing couldn't help but look up at him.
Song Yanghui was watching from not far away and always felt that the back figure was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.
At this moment, the man suddenly reached for his sleeves. A familiar feeling instantly struck Song Yanghui, and he shouted, "It's you?"
Ignoring him, the suspicious man threw out several smoke bombs, and the people in the room could not see anything for a moment. The guy was about to escape with Yan Nan, but was stopped at the window.
Yuan Qing blocked his way, his face gloomy.
The man held Yan Nan's body in his hands and confronted him silently.
At this time, Song Yanghui ran over from behind and said his name, "Lin Ye! What else do you want to do!"
Lin Ye came here in a hurry. He rushed here impulsively after hearing the news of the funeral and made almost no preparations.
As a result, he was surrounded by two people and could not find any hope of escape.
Otherwise? He would just die here with Yan Nan's body.
Thinking of this, Lin Ye's face under disguise gradually became fierce. He held Yan Nan's body with one hand, and the latter's head naturally hung on his shoulder. One hand reached into his pocket again.
However, a cold hand suddenly touched his arm, and at the same time a familiar yet puzzled voice rang in his ears, just like what he heard when he and Yan Nan first met.
"……who?"
He was stunned for a moment, forgetting what he was supposed to do with his hands, and his body froze in place.
Just as he was in a trance, Song Yanghui and Yuan Qing, who had been staring at him closely, immediately seized the opportunity and rushed over.
The two of them had a great understanding of each other. Song Yanghui controlled Lin Ye from behind and pressed him to the ground mercilessly, while Yuan Qing grabbed Yan Nan's body and immediately retreated a long distance.
Originally, the matter should have ended there, but the three people present all had the same stunned expression on their faces.
In Yuan Qing's arms, the man who was confirmed dead by multiple doctors slowly opened his eyes.
He tilted his head, looking at the scene in front of him with clear yet confused eyes.
?
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"What on earth is going on?"
"Don't make it hard on me. If I knew what was going on, why would I still be standing here?"
"This is really... amazing..."
"But... if it happened to him, it wouldn't be that strange. So many things that happened to him could no longer be explained by common sense."
While the two were discussing, Yuan Qing, who had been staying in the ward, came out with the doctor.
"There is indeed nothing abnormal about him. He is as healthy as can be." The doctor spoke first.
"Thank you for taking the trip."
"Thanks, I'm very polite. I'm actually curious about what you mentioned before... suspected amnesia? Is this something I can know?"
Yuan Qing nodded, "It can only be explained by amnesia. Teacher Yan and I have known each other for six years, but this time he was resurrected... after waking up, he didn't recognize me at all. Not only that, but he didn't remember any of the other people he had contact with in the base... except for one person, Lin Ye, who was his assistant in the institute before the apocalypse."
"Your memory has completely regressed to several years ago, right?"
"Yes... During the unguarded conversation with him, I found that he had no idea about the history of the virus after its birth... Teacher Yan now is like returning to the age of seventeen, a complete blank slate..."
"Is that so? If we use the reason of time travel to explain it, it seems more reasonable than the scientific theory that human development is in chaos after the virus invasion."
"Going back in time... could it be... God's compensation to him...?"
Yuan Qing looked inside slowly and saw that the young man in the room had been staring at the window for a long time.
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Yan Nan felt very strange. It had been many days since he woke up, but he still didn't quite understand the current situation.
It seemed like a normal day to him before he went to bed, but he only slept for a while, and when he woke up, the world outside had turned upside down.
The research institute he was most familiar with no longer existed. Strangers appeared around him one after another. They seemed to be very familiar with him, but Yan Nan didn't know them at all.
Those strangers all had strange looks on their faces. Some liked to hide in the dark and peek at him, while others asked strange questions in a veiled and hesitant manner.
He couldn't understand their behavior but he could feel that these people were always paying special attention to his physical and mental condition.
Yan Nan was a little flustered when he discovered this. He was not used to it. This feeling of being cared for made him feel unfamiliar and at a loss.
Even the smartest brain can't figure out why this is happening.
Yan Nan slowly touched his chest, feeling the unusual heartbeat there.
At this moment, a gentle knock on the door interrupted his feelings.
He turned around and saw that the door was opened from the outside before he could open his mouth.
A man's head was the first to stick his head in from the door. After looking at Yan Nan who had just woken up in bed, a brilliant smile immediately broke out on his face.
The owner of the head looked behind him and said, "He's awake, go in directly."
The door closed again and the overhead light flickered out.
Yan Nan didn't understand what he meant, so he just sat on the bed, staring blankly at the darkness in the room.
Then, all the colorful lights that had been put up around the room lit up. Relaxing and cheerful music came from far away.
The sound of a door opening was heard, and a small sea of stars appeared in front of Yan Nan's eyes.
He was dazed for a moment, and when he looked again, he saw that it was Yuan Qing who came in pushing a six-layer cake, which was full of beautiful and exquisite candles.
Behind Yuan Qing, unfamiliar faces walked in one after another, and the empty room was immediately filled with people.
They gathered around the bed, laughing, singing, and everyone's face was filled with genuine joy.
Yan Nan watched the scene expresslessly, catching the repetitive words in the song's lyrics.
happy birthday……
What is that?
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In system space.
Executive Yan Sifang and system 0813 completed their mission and returned to the General Administration. As soon as they got back, the system was busy preparing various materials and reports, while Yan Sifang, who had nothing to do, lay at home for several days and did nothing.
[Alive.] The busy system suddenly spoke.
[What?] After completing the mission, Yan Sifang got rid of the heavy shell and returned to his own body, but he was obviously not used to it yet. His mind was working slowly and he didn't understand what the system was saying.
[Yan Nan is alive, that guy didn't lie to us.] As the system said this, a screen with a small world image was displayed.
Yan Sifang looked at the scene on the screen, which had a somewhat unfamiliar but still very warm atmosphere, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
It was not his or the system's credit that allowed Yan Nan in the original novel to go back in time and be reborn.
However, there was no point in thinking too much, he should prepare for the next mission.
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