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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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269 Chs

Chapter 109: Madman's Diary

"Brother?"

"Ah? Oh! I'm fine."

Meng Lang came back to his senses, somewhat dazedly picking up his hoe and continuing to walk forward.

The feeling of two overlapping timelines had lingered stubbornly in Meng Lang's mind.

He knew this wasn't an illusion of his own...

But... this isn't scientific!

Why would Mr. Meng want to kill me? Just because I have dementia?

This doesn't make sense; even if there's no saving me, there's no need to make my death so painful, right?

At least give me a quick end!

Meng Lang quickened his pace and approached Mr. Meng.

"Cough! Dad, may I ask you a question?" he said tentatively.

"What question?" Mr. Meng glanced at him.

"If... I mean if, if someone close to you were sick, incurably so, and their life was painful and they were a burden on others, would you choose a quick end over prolonged agony, and send them on their way by your own hand?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Meng turned his head and sized up Meng Lang from top to bottom.