This was the most relaxed and uncertain death experience for Zhushi Jiu.
Before stabbing the fruit knife into his heart, he was still worried about whether he could go back in time. Every time he died, it was due to an enormous energy that he couldn’t withstand, so he often wondered if that energy was the prerequisite for him to go back in time.
In the past, his deaths were always forced upon him, but this time, he took the initiative to seek death.
What if the condition for going back in time was to touch that kind of energy? What if this suicide attempt didn’t allow him to go back in time? What if the time point changed after he went back?
Countless worries and doubts filled his heart, all pierced deeply like a knife.
Then, his emotions and pain gradually dissipated as his senses became hazy.
When he woke up, he opened his eyes to see the familiar ceiling.
“Ah… So I’ve gone back in time again.”
Lying in his familiar dormitory bed, Zhushi Jiu smiled, lifting his hand to gaze at his slightly trembling palm.
This time, when he woke up, he didn’t sweat profusely like usual, nor did he feel any residual pain. Instead, he felt an unexpected clarity, as if he had just had a very ordinary dream.
The memories of his life force gradually fading away when he stabbed himself in the heart also returned to his body as he went back in time.
“Ah… ah… ha ha…”
At first, a gentle laughter emerged from his throat, which gradually grew louder.
“Ha ha ha ha ha…”
Finally, Zhushi Jiu couldn’t restrain his inner joy and burst into laughter.
He laughed so hard that he curled up on the bed, tears streaming from his eyes, and almost lost control.
How could this be? As long as he killed himself, he could repeat the 24 hours indefinitely!
This meant that he could achieve the ultimate ideal of any living being in the universe – eternal life!
The unease in his heart, once troubled by the uncertainty of his time-traveling ability, was now completely gone!
Since dying at 10 am on the day of the apocalypse wasn’t the prerequisite for going back in time, what did he have to fear?
He didn’t need to worry about collapsing under the pain of exceeding his limits; he just needed to find the easiest way to die and could then peacefully pass through countless todays…
Just as Zhushi Jiu was about to indulge in a beautiful future, he heard Li Hua’s voice shouting behind him.
“What the hell, Brother Zhushi! You’re laughing so terrifyingly! Did you have a nice dream?”
Zhushi Jiu’s laughter abruptly stopped.
As he saw Li Hua, painful memories resurfaced, and he couldn’t help but recall the fourth week, when Li Hua was in the interrogation room, still smiling and saying “Brother Zhushi, help me take revenge” in his final moments.
Because of this, his rationality immediately returned in an instant.
Who knew how many times he could go back in time?
Zhushi Jiu’s excited emotions were like being doused with cold water.
If he couldn’t find a safe way to get through tomorrow, could he really enjoy his repeated time-traveling life with ease?
Zhushi Jiu smiled wistfully, replying, “Indeed, it was a beautiful dream. I woke up very quickly, faster than you in the game.”
Li Hua turned to look at the game interface, then let out a loud cry: “Damn, I got ambushed!”
Zhushi Jiu looked at the game interface on the desk below, apologetically patted Li Hua’s shoulder, and said, “Sorry, I owe you one pentakill.”
Li Hua was puzzled by Zhushi Jiu’s words, but at this time, he didn’t have the luxury to worry about it. Amidst the teammates’ shouts of “Quit gaming!” he sat back down, typing away furiously on the keyboard.
Zhushi Jiu shook his head, smiled, and quietly got out of bed. While the electricity was still on, he went to take a hot shower.
After finishing the shower, Li Hua was still engrossed in gaming. Zhushi Jiu pocketed his phone, changed his clothes, and went out.
As he walked, he thought about the many pieces of information he had obtained last week, such as the real name of Bro CDther being Wang Ruobai, the multiple small teams of black-clothed men, the organization’s powerful and highly efficient information system…
There were too many things worth thinking about.
Including how he should face the black-clothed men in the future, which also needed to be taken into consideration.
The watermelon knife he bought last week, pointed at his own head by the guns of the black-clothed men, seemed like a joke. Its only purpose was to help him commit suicide more quickly.
So, how should he deal with the black-clothed men? If he couldn’t even pass this hurdle, how could he have an equal conversation with that enormous organization, let alone confront them?
“Too bad, I only have 24 hours.”
Zhushi Jiu looked up at the sky.
If his time-traveling period were longer, he might choose to report everything to the country, letting the country handle the difficult task of saving the world. However, his time-traveling period was only 24 hours; could he really convince the country to trust him and send its elite special forces to block those lunatics within 24 hours?
Furthermore, if that organization truly had such massive weapons and planned to destroy the world tomorrow, why had the country remained silent until now? Did the country really not notice the existence of such a terrorist organization?
Too many questions awaited him, and the more he thought about it, the more Zhushi Jiu felt himself being dragged into a massive whirlpool.
In this whirlpool, where should he position himself?
As he pondered the difficult problem of saving the world, the next second, a hand grabbed him, holding a flyer.
“A handsome guy, please take a look! We’ve opened a new archery range in Jiangcheng, and you can get a free 30-minute archery experience!”
A young woman with a fake smile thrust a flyer into his hand.
Zhushi Jiu was taken aback, about to return the flyer, but the woman had already moved on to the next passerby, stuffing flyers into many people’s hands.
The woman’s figure gradually disappeared into the distance.
Zhushi Jiu was speechless, looking down at the flyer in his hand, which featured a person holding a bow and arrow, shooting towards the sky.
Archery?
Zhushi Jiu’s heart stirred.
Could he not even get a gun, but perhaps get an arrow?
In theory, as long as he tried enough times, he could master the use of a bow and arrow, a distant weapon, to hit his target with pinpoint accuracy. Even on a windy night, with an unpredictable trajectory, he could still determine the outcome with certainty, thanks to his ability to go back in time.
Furthermore, he was currently lacking a long-range weapon to counter the black-clothed men’s anesthetics.
Zhushi Jiu looked at the address on the flyer, which was not far from Jiangcheng University – just a 10-minute ride on a shared bicycle.
He decided to take a look.
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