In the dark laboratory, a life form similar to a "human" floats in a huge culture tank. His whole body is soaked in green nutrient solution. Colorful tubes are connected to external instruments. Various data are constantly presented in scientific research.
In front of the personnel.
"SH62 type strengthening agent injection!"
"Signs of life stable!"
"Strengthening continues, and the physical strength is expected to exceed A level!"
"Injection of MG45 genetic modification agent!"
"Signs of life stable!"
“Life forms continue to change!”
Various dangerous reagents were continuously injected into the body of that life form, and countless terrifying mutations appeared in front of a group of scientific researchers.
But no one showed any fear, instead they were extremely excited, as if the "monster" in front of them was the most wonderful work of art in the world.
…
Endless sadness and loneliness were all contained in the cry, and countless shadows quickly dispersed from a certain place in all directions across the endless plain.
At the same time, the cries from the source of countless shadows became even more desperate and lonely.
"Why! Why do everyone have to die like a fool! Isn't it good to live like this? The matter is over! It's over!"
An arm broke out of the hard ground. The child-like arm clenched its fist so tightly that it even bled.
The child's face is very delicate, but if Li Shu or Zi Huan were present, they would definitely find that he is completely a smaller Zhang Ziwei!
But it is completely different from the calm, complacent or crazy Zhang Ziwei before. At this time, Zhang Ziwei looks like a completely helpless child.
"Everyone! Everyone!"
Zhang Ziwei's crying was even more desperate, almost hysterical.
Until this feeling reaches a certain peak, changes suddenly occur!
All the scattered shadows go back to Zhang Ziwei's shadow as if they were going back in time.
The body began to grow rapidly, and the originally childish and sad face began to become distorted and crazy.
Zi Huan still misjudged. The existence of Shengtianmu made him mistakenly believe that Zhang Ziwei used deception skills to hide his original intention to die.
But little did they know that this was also within Zhang Ziwei’s calculations.
Because even if you want to die, there are countless possibilities for a person depending on his or her own situation.
Zi Huan is a smart man. If you think carefully, you will definitely find Zhang Ziwei's abnormality.
Therefore, Zhang Ziwei did the opposite and gave Zi Huan the illusion that he wanted to die, turning the countless possibilities into a multiple-choice question where both were wrong.
He doesn't want to live, but he doesn't want to die either. What he wants is a third option apart from the two options!
Death Torch Resurrection (EX): When you have the will to die and all your personalities are destroyed, this skill will take effect. You will use the power of all your personalities as fuel to resurrect your main personality before the personality split. After the skill takes effect, the title of Extreme Patient will disappear.
The multiple personality schizophrenia disappears, and all the skills, talents, and bloodlines of the main personality are reduced to F level, and the strength drops to the sixth sequence. At the same time, the main personality can provide skill fragments equivalent to experience values. The main personality must be born with the will of the main personality as the core.
Brand new talents and skills. This skill will disappear after it takes effect.
Fate plays a trick on people. Among all Zhang Ziwei's personalities, there is such an extremely cowardly one.
He hates fighting and is afraid of getting hurt, and he doesn't care much about Zhang Ziwei's past.
But it is his most cowardly personality that holds his last and strongest trump card!
Memories came up like a tide, and in a daze, Zhang Ziwei saw the aftermath of that dream.
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Zhang Ziwei looked at his companion who had lost all signs of life in his arms, and then looked at the God high above the sky who judges the world, with a trace of sluggishness on his cold face.
The fragments of the sky turned into ancient and powerful runes, and the runes merged together to form a twelve-layer spell formation, covering the sky.
The existence called "God" has decided everyone's fate without authorization.
Everyone's destiny has been written into the established script.
The world, humans, organizations, companions, and even himself.
All of them have no future!
"God...hehehe...God...hahahahaha!" Zhang Ziwei covered his face with his hands and laughed almost maniacally.
"I-fuck-your-f-god-!"
Blood flowed from Zhang Ziwei's eyeballs, and boundless anger and despair supported his broken body to stand up, facing the twelve-level god-level spell in the sky for the final leap.
The broken body? It doesn’t matter!
Weakness of soul? It doesn’t matter!
Facing that powerful force, Zhang Ziwei was as small as dust.
But the matter has come to this, and the supreme existence cannot waver Zhang Ziwei's heart in the slightest.
What does he have to lose?
Zhang Ziwei's behavior could not move the "god" in the slightest, and twelve levels of god-level spells ruthlessly enveloped the entire world.
However, Zhang Ziwei, who should have been annihilated in an instant, was inspired by another supreme being at the moment the spell fell.
When Zhang Ziwei came to his senses, he had arrived in another completely unfamiliar place.
He was stunned, and then countless information about the infinite realm poured into his mind.
He was chosen! Chosen by a being even more powerful than a god!
He survived, just like countless times before.
but……
but……
but……
Why did he survive again? Why was God unwilling to give him even this last gift?
"Haha..." Zhang Ziwei covered his face, his shocked expression gradually turned ferocious and twisted: "Hahahahahaha!"
"I survived!"
"I survived!"
Zhang Ziwei looked up at the full moon above his head and stretched out his hand, just like when he first arrived in the infinite realm:
"God! Did you see it? I still survived!"
"Look! God!"
"This will be me! This will be us! To you -" Zhang Ziwei slowly made a fist with his palm, as if he wanted to take everything in the starry sky into his palm:
