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My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!

Suddenly, the mysterious book I received turned out to describe my own life? Once I chose to change my destiny, the life within the book changed as well. In the book, I encountered insincerity, spent ten years behind bars, and witnessed viruses laying Siege... Cancer, bus plunging off cliffs, plane crashes, senile dementia ... even the end of days – a variety of deaths; was this fate's punishment for the rebels? No one is a hero; it is just that this disaster-ridden fate forcibly made me into a warrior charging into battle. Those who killed me over and over will ultimately make me stronger! Through numerous life simulations, I amassed wealth from the financial markets, rescued innocent girls from felons, and acquired advanced technology from the future... Although I always encounter various disasters and accidents, I still strive to flutter the butterfly's wings, changing my original fate little by little. After countless simulations, the world too embarked on a completely different path. However, where did this autobiography come from? Behind it all, what kind of unknown conspiracy is lurking... [A literary man's laid-back daily life of unlimited simulations to save the world]

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86 Chs

Chapter 37: Secret Code

"Huff~ Huff~"

"Are you sure... you come here regularly for a run?"

"Buddha... Buddhist-style runner, not seeking a certain pace, not competing over distance."

"Then could you maybe speed up a little? It's just that I feel somewhat embarrassed by the two aunties overtaking us."

"I... I'm mainly worried about stepping on the snails on the ground."

"Oh~ so you're not afraid of stepping on ants?"

Meng Lang: "..."

Under Lin Haitang's seemingly amused gaze, he finally felt that even if he continued to hold out, it was not enough to save his own face.

Just look at the gear on their bodies to know the gap between their levels.

One was a beginner's standard kit; the other was a high-end custom configuration...

He simply gave up struggling and started to walk slowly to catch his breath.

I said to go around once, but didn't say I had to run the entire way, right?

People live tiresome lives often because they can't put down their pride, can't lose face...