My Tokusho Life Simulation

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It is probably due to the sun, cold, leg pain, throat discomfort, and occasionally the gums next to the wisdom teeth are swollen.

Before the fever worsened and the consciousness had not yet begun, I wrote out these four thousand without compromising.

But there is no way to write the following things.

Symptoms began to worsen, and my arms gradually lost strength.

I may not be able to update tomorrow, and there is no leave note to use..

If this is the case, I might send out a [-]-word leave note in a chapter, so I can spend a little time with full attendance, and then replace it with the main text when I feel comfortable...

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Volume 143: Chapter 129 Chapter 4 Harvest ([-]K)

The waves wash over the dark rocks, washing away the footprints in the shallows.

The young man stood by the sea silently. He didn't know how long he had been like this. He was always watching.

The red eyes gradually became clear.

It turned out that what was washed away was not a reef, but just a little bit of building wreckage above the sea level.

The traces of the original city have long since disappeared.

This sea seems to be an endless thing, and even a faint light like a star will not fall from the overcast sky.

I do not know how long it has been.

He turned away.

Bare feet left a trail of footprints in the sand.

Lonely, depressed.

Beside the small wooden house at the top of the island, a rusty ax is stuck on a thick tree stump, and one side is full of split firewood.

The young man with red eyes put firewood into the stove, snapped his fingers, and the fire ignited out of thin air.

The kettle was steaming, and the sound of gurgling came as expected with the crackling of the firewood.

The boiling water was poured into the cup, and it was still tumbling, and the strange-shaped pieces of meat were placed on top of it, like weird limbs.

Crackling, crackling.

When the fat explodes, the smell is not sweet, but rather disgusting.

But the young man with red eyes picked it up nonchalantly, tearing it bit by bit.

The bones with the remaining shreds of meat were thrown aside, and the paleness had long been piled up into a glaring hill.

He ate the meat and drank the water.

The young man casually got up, picked up the colorful paper, folded it with his sensitive fingers, and finally folded the imaginary flower.

He kept folding like this.

One, two, three, ten.

The plastic flower branches are inserted into the soil, and the paper flowers bloom accordingly.

The young man stared, this false sea of ​​flowers is still only a corner of it.

Still far from his goal.

Back in the hut, the young man moved the deck chair out of the door, lay on it, and looked at the overcast sky.

——Slowly closed his red eyes.

Consciousness sinks, as if in deep sleep.

But not long after, he opened his eyes again, as if what he was about to do had been completed in an instant.

Get up and fold the flowers.

His life is such a three-point line.

Days passed by, and this kind of life still has no end.

The originally barren and false sea of ​​flowers gradually took shape. Although it is not too overwhelming, at least it has some colorful beauty.

But no matter what, they are all false things, without vitality, let alone surging life.

After tearing up the distorted strange enemy and cutting off the crimson light cluster, the young man ate his meal and sat on the reclining chair again.

But when he woke up again, a large amount of bright red color overflowed from his mouth and nose without warning.

He rolled down the recliner in pain, clutched his chest and forehead, and kept vomiting blood.

[If you continue like this, you will die. 】

There seemed to be a voice speaking.

But the young man remained silent. He shook his head and wiped away the blood between his mouth and nose. Even though there would be more bright red flowing in the next moment, he just let the color smear on his face chaotically.

He chopped firewood, folded flowers, killed enemies, and closed his eyes on the recliner countless times.

Every time he wakes up, there will be dazzling and warm bright red, he grins, his red eyes are full of weird fluctuations.

In the end, the blood stained the white teeth into a terrible appearance.

How long has it been?

The youth is no longer a youth gradually, and the wind and frost of the years have left marks on his face.

More and more scars occupy the blank space of the body, and even the face is hard to see the traces of the past.

He is old.

The voice said that if this continued, he would die, but he was still alive after that.

I don't know how much time.

Even the insignificant sea of ​​flowers in the past has no end in sight.

Looking down at the world, even the tiny and weak life cannot be seen.

"Are you...really going to do this?"

The invisible figure kept shaking. He stood in front of the old man. Even though his face was blurred, there was a hint of worry.

"Yeah, this is the last time."

The aged youth spoke for the first time.

He walked vigorously, even though his body had begun to age, he was still as strong and healthy as before.

"If there is a next time, please guide me again, eleven trillion five."

The young man closed his eyes on the recliner for an unknown number of times.

While sinking, he saw the memories of the past.

The upside-down calamity stood upright, tearing the earth apart in just a moment.

In a blink of an eye, the existence of civilization has become a simple line of long years.

The light arrow shot from the longbow full of roses pierced through it miraculously, but the pink gem also shattered.

In the end, only the soulless body fell into the water.

He came back late.

Failed to catch up as promised.

The young man only saw the cowardly black-haired girl lying on the corpse, howling heart-piercingly.

At that moment, his heartbeat seemed to stop.

The little white beast was wagging its tail, and its delicate and crimson eyes were shining with a strange luster.

In a world where everything has come to an end, there is only him and her, and them.

She looked at the young man with sobs.

He walked slowly and stood beside the girl, his red eyes staring at the weirdness wriggling in the depths of the hazy sky.

Phase two is coming soon.

"Go, go back to the time when you can change everything. If I'm here, you can do it now."

He said so.

The girl's karma may not be able to realize such a wish, but he is still there.

"I don't want to leave you alone..."

The choked voice was still trembling.

"Go save yourself...and her..."

The young man's voice was no longer dull, and she saw tears rolling down that resolute face.

A person's collapse is often only in the blink of an eye.

She had seen most of the young man's body torn apart, but he did not shed even a single tear because of the pain.

She didn't say much, but stood up and wiped away her tears. Even though she was still trembling and choking, she still expressed her wish to the little white beast.

The pulsation of cause and effect emerged with light, but in the process, a mutation was discovered, and there were signs of being distorted.

But a silver light spot appeared in the young man's hand.

With the input of that light, the distortion of cause and effect also ended. In the blur, the person with silver body and blue eyes cast his sight.

It was a gaze that came from nowhere.

Warm and peaceful, but like a machine without any trace of self.

When the light faded, the cowardly maiden disappeared.

She's probably back to where she started.

The little white beast left the lifeless earth after that moment, and began to look for another planet and civilization that could obtain energy to delay the arrival of heat death.

Even if everything is back to the original moment, it doesn't mean that what happened once will disappear.

The youth knows that the world line has been cut, as if anchored.

He will exist alone in this unobservable world all day long.

In the blink of an eye, the time that cannot be defined has passed.

The young man on the reclining chair seemed to have fallen asleep quietly, and his red eyes never opened again.

But in the next moment, the hazy sky was torn apart, and the ferocious golden sharp eyes penetrated the clouds, exuding a golden dazzling brilliance.

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"...The player has been recovered, and the results are being counted..."

In the endless silver space, Luther slowly opened his eyes.

"A dream...?"

He muttered while suspended.

The previous picture almost disappeared when the consciousness regained consciousness.

In Luther's memory, only a few images are relatively clear.

"Why am I seeing these images?"

Luther was quite puzzled.

"That is the memory that exists in Yamadam."

Juanxiu's handwriting gave the answer.

Luther nodded suddenly.