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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 151 Tomorrow Will Be Better

"Please have the parents sit in order, no crowding."

"Parents of Grade 2 Class 3, please go to the left side of the stands and take your seats according to your ticket numbers."

"Xiao Meng, check what numbers Xiao Yu's tickets are."

"16, 17, 18."

"Over here, hey! Hello, please get me a bag of popcorn and two bottles of salty soda," Yan Weiwei called out to a passing vendor.

Sitting amidst a bustling crowd of parents, Meng Lang felt the lively atmosphere of human life, but his mood was somewhat heavy.

In another 25 years, all of this before me will probably dissipate like beautiful bubbles, gone with the wind...

How annoying!

Why do I, a simpleton who only thinks about surviving to a ripe old age eating buns and fried dough sticks, always have to bear the pressures that shouldn't burden someone my age...

Is this what they call passively "worrying about the world before anything else"?

"Uh... Brother Meng, you're here too?"