Chapter 143: The Game Between Higher Dimensions

Pan Hao swallowed and, at this critical moment, he could no longer bring himself to care whether the Soviet Union would disband; his life was what mattered most.

"Actually, I still don't quite understand, young man... what are you doing here?"

"Well, to tell you the truth," Wang Hao said helplessly, "if I don't interfere, in forty years, these demonic things... these disasters will emerge, and by then, many, many people will die."

"But now that I've handled this, in forty years, many fewer people will die."

"That's pretty much it. I'm not sure if you can understand."

"This is a difficult task. I've failed hundreds of times already. The odds of success this time are high, so I chose this plan."

But to Pan Hao, this information brought a deep sense of conflicted feelings.

Saving the world?

He couldn't describe how he felt.

Thirty-five-year-old Pan Hao had experienced many things, had encountered real capitalism, and craved the intoxicating allure of a hedonistic life.