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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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321 Chs

Chapter 54 Director Meng

The next morning, when Meng Lang was ready to leave, Lin Xiaoyu was already waiting at the door.

"Xiao Yu, good morning. You didn't wait too long, did you?"

"Uncle, good morning. I just stepped out too. Here's breakfast for you."

Lin Xiaoyu handed over a plastic bag with a smile.

Meng Lang, feeling somewhat flattered, took the bag. Inside there was a small water cup with rabbit ears and a ham and egg sandwich.

emm…

It's been 24 years, but this is the first time a girl has brought me breakfast, and it looks homemade…

What's with these complicated feelings?

"Xiao Yu... oh wait, I mean, Boss Lady. You've gone to a lot of trouble."

"Haha!" Xiao Yu laughed at Meng Lang's joke, and the two chatted and laughed as they went downstairs.

As Meng Lang walked, he took a bite of the sandwich, the runny egg yolk lingering in the gaps between his teeth, while the savory scent of the ham filled his mouth.

What a lovely day...