Reborn mosquito, wreaking havoc on your life!

Stein slumped in the chair in the study, as if his whole body was drained away.

His hands hung limply on both sides of the armrests, and his eyes stared blankly at the computer screen.

It's like trying to find even a glimmer of possibility for self-comfort.

The novel page on the screen was still at the chapter of "Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Cultivator", which directly touched upon the fear deep in Stein's heart.

Like a trial of Stein's soul!
His chest tightened as if it was being gripped by an invisible giant hand, and even breathing became difficult.

He tried to look away, but found that he couldn't.

He murmured to himself, his voice filled with uncontrollable sadness:
"Each of us...is just a character in a script..."

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his tone became even deeper:
"My ending has already been written."

Stein slowly closed his eyes, but the scene before him was still breathtakingly clear.

The images he had tried to suppress flooded into his mind like a nightmare—

The huge and unstoppable figure of the extraordinary creature ruthlessly shook the world order and was invincible.

The United States was falling into chaos, and countless helpless eyes were cast towards him.

But he, as a think tank of the United States, is powerless at this moment.

Suddenly, Stein opened his eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice that seemed to come from underground:
"If I were a character in a novel... then this novel would be a thoroughly enjoyable read."

Stein's thoughts began to run wild, like a wild horse tied to a chariot, running towards even more absurd realms.

"The author of the novel endowed extraordinary creatures with various catastrophic-level abilities..."

Stein's voice gradually rose, his tone filled with fatigue and despair:

“Let it do whatever it wants in this urban world.

"It punches the United States and steps on the island country. It is invincible and cannot be shaken. This is the cool part of this book!"

Stein closed his eyes in pain and covered his face with his hands, but he still couldn't suppress the roar in his heart:

"In the author's script, the extraordinary creature is the protagonist! It is destined to be glorious, and every move it makes is to crush the enemy!
"And what about the villain? The villain is always just a stepping stone, just a background board to make the protagonist more powerful!"

Stein's chest heaved violently, as if his neck was being strangled and even the air became thin.

His hands slowly dropped, his eyes lost focus, and his tone was full of helplessness:

"I'm the villain, how can I win? What can I use to compete with the protagonist? Even the author is on the side of the protagonist..."

He began to ask himself questions and answer them, as if he was having a soul-searching conversation with himself:

"Let me ask you, in which novel is the villain defeating the protagonist?"

“The answer is, no!”

Stein slammed the table, his voice hoarse, his emotions erupting like a volcano:
“No matter how tortuous the process is, no matter how dangerous the plot is, the one who laughs last is always the protagonist!
"What about the villains? Without exception, they all end up dead!"

His voice gradually became lower and lower, like a whine that could no longer be suppressed:
"I am doomed to fail..."

This sudden outburst of emotion drained all of his strength and seemed to have aged him by decades.

He covered his face and curled up in the chair.

"It's over! I really want to surrender..."

Stein suddenly raised his head, and a trace of desperate struggle flashed in his eyes.

Stein is not a pedantic person. As long as there is a slight possibility of surrendering and joining the protagonist, he will follow the protagonist without hesitation.

but--

"I can't surrender."

His laughter suddenly stopped, replaced by deep bitterness:

“It is not difficult to guess what the extraordinary creatures did. They were on the Daxia camp. What about me?
"I am the think tank of the United States. Over the years, how much trouble have my plans and suggestions caused to Daxia?

"How much blood debt have I incurred for my calculations and suppression of Daxia?"

He clenched his fists and his body trembled uncontrollably:
"How can a villain who has done so many bad things be forgiven?" People like Terence Tao, who are pure scientists who only provide scientific research value to the United States, may still have a chance to change their stance.

And someone like him who has done so many bad things doesn't even have the chance to surrender.

Stein smiled coldly, as if making a final mockery of his own fate:

“So, I only have two choices.

"Or, kill the protagonist.

"Or, you'll be trampled to death by the protagonist like an ant."

But the next second, Stein's face turned completely pale, and he murmured:

“The possibility of the former is zero.

"The possibility of the latter is close to 100%..."

Stein raised his head tremblingly and looked out the window at the sky which was gradually brightening.

The morning light did not have a trace of warmth, but only made him feel bone-chilled cold.

He stared into the distance with empty eyes, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

Stein had a look of despair on his face, his eyes bloodshot, and he walked out of the house with heavy steps.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but it did not bring him any warmth.

His brows were furrowed, his lips were pale, and he was wandering the streets like a zombie.

He had no destination and no direction, he just moved his legs mechanically.

Finally, we passed through the bustling city and walked into a deserted deep mountain forest.

The forest was silent and lonely, with few bird calls and only the whimpering of the wind through the treetops.

Stein stood beside a stream, watching the water flow slowly.

His eyes were empty and his face was full of fatigue and confusion.

"I need to be alone."

He muttered to himself, his voice so weak that it was almost swallowed by the wind.

He found a rugged path, climbed up the mountain step by step, and finally reached the top of the mountain.

The mountain wind was so fierce that it blew his loose hair into a mess.

Stein sat on a huge rock at the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains in the distance.

The view here is wide, but he doesn't feel relaxed at all.

His heart seemed to be shrouded by an invisible dark cloud, making it hard for him to breathe.

"I am the villain..."

Stein whispered, his voice full of weakness:

"If this world is really a novel, then my fate is already determined."

He laughed at himself and murmured:
"The villain wants to defeat the protagonist in a novel? It's as ridiculous as a person trying to climb into the sky by pushing his left foot with his right foot..."

Stein's thoughts became increasingly confused, and countless images flashed through his mind:

The invincible power of the extraordinary creatures, the chaos and decline of the United States, and one's own efforts pale in front of the protagonist's halo.

He grabbed his hair tightly, trying to make these messy thoughts disappear from his mind, but they were like lingering nightmares, haunting him even more clearly.

Stein sat alone on the top of the mountain, gazing into the distant valley, as if he was having a conversation with the entire universe.

He couldn't help but start looking back on his life.

From being a talented young man to becoming a US think tank and standing at the pinnacle of power.

He always thought that he was the one who controlled his destiny. (End of this chapter)