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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]

My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!

A group of foreign tourists with varying skin colors were lying on lounge chairs, enjoying the beautiful sunset where the sea met the sky.


"Hey, Jack, can you help me with the sunscreen?"


"Hmm... But Rose, the sun is about to set."


Looking at the bikini-clad beauty casting flirtatious glances at him, Jack was instantly thrilled.


Just as he was thinking about inviting the beauty to his room after dinner to paint a portrait, the noise from the surrounding crowd suddenly escalated.


"It looks like they are coming for us!"


Before Jack could understand what was happening, a strong gust of wind pressed down from above, causing the tourists to scream and scatter.


When Jack looked up, he saw an image he would never forget...


A silver-white Zhi-20 military transport aircraft hovered about 15 meters above the top deck, and soon a rope was thrown down.


Chapter 227: Gift