"As expected, the Heavenly Dao of this world has yet to forgive me completely. It's determined to send me back to the main world."
Lin Qiye had no strength to retort.
In the past, when he simulated, disasters would at most happen once a year or once every two or three years.
But this time, right after he survived the first disaster at the age of one, the notification for another worse disaster three months later rang!
It was too f*cking ridiculous!
Lin Qiye snorted, feeling rather complicated.
"The Heavenly Dao must have been corrupted by the demons. It's being threatened by them to repel me, sending me away.
"Does it think I'm a variable?
"Does it think I'll bring about a terrifying change?"
Lin Qiye's smile was cold.
Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and started to rack his brains.