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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]

Empty green · Ficção Científica
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270 Chs

Chapter 112 Meng's Feng Shui Studies_2

"What?!" Elder Lin jumped in shock, and then his eyes instantly lit up.

Compared with a dozen two-level or three-level cultural relics and a small gang of artifact smugglers, if they could find that thing, the merit would be incomparable.

"Listen, Elder Wang, you can't keep all the spoils for yourself; you've got to count me in on this thing."

"On your turf, how could I sidestep you, the local snake!"

"Great! Where's the thing then?"

"What do you mean, 'where?' I'm right in the middle of looking for it!"

"Right, right, right! I'll have my boys keep searching; even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find that thing!"

With newfound motivation, Elder Lin, like a chicken on steroids, ordered his officers to step up the search for hidden compartments or tunnels.