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Chapter 925 The Possible Existence of Jiang Wengao (4K)

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Can a vague and uncertain possibility also have thoughts?
I think it will happen.

...Otherwise, I wouldn't be that possible future.

—Jiang Wengao

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"Xiao Gao, can you hear me?"

I heard a familiar voice coming from the other side of the heat-resistant glass; it was Sister Ke.

As soon as she arrived, I knew it was Sunday again.

She always visits me on Sundays; that's the only day she can spare the time.

"I can hear you."

As I answered, I walked to the high-temperature resistant glass that allowed only one-way visibility and sat down in the chair.

Immediately afterwards, the one-way glass became two-way visible, and I could see Sister Ke on the other side.

"How's the past week been?" she asked me with a smile.

"The same as always," I said.

“Your condition has been gradually improving recently. If this continues, it’s possible that your death sentence will be postponed.”

"Oh." I nodded, unsure of what to say.

What else is there to say?
Almost ten years have passed. If I truly exist as a possibility, I will soon be pulled back to the present, and then I can tell them everything I know, so... none of the tragedies will happen.

"Sigh, still thinking about going back to the past? Do you think we don't even exist yet, but are just people on a possible timeline?"

She let out a sigh, a bitter smile playing on her lips.

I know she has lost hope in me.

That's how it should be. After all, even I'm not sure if my thoughts are right or wrong. Maybe this is reality? Maybe we really are people who exist in this world? If so, what have I been doing all these years?
But if this is reality, how can I accept this ending?

Sprite succeeded, and so did the previous perpetual calendar.

Sister Su is dead, and Sister Ying is dead too.

Brother Bai is dead, Brother Pang is dead, and even Brother Shou is dead.

With the minister missing, only Sister Ke and I survived from the entire third division. How can I accept such an ending?

All of this was caused by my transmigration into this world. If I hadn't transmigrated, the storyline of this world would be like the official version of the game, where they would at least be alive now, and even if they sacrificed themselves, it would be at their most glorious moment.

The Earth wouldn't flatten, human technology wouldn't decline, and billions of people wouldn't die... These consequences are all caused by me, the player, transmigrating into this game world.

Can not accept!

Absolutely unacceptable!

"Have you ever considered that if this were reality, you would be a ruthless serial killer? What you're doing won't make things better; it will only make them worse. If I hadn't stopped you from performing that ritual last time, would you really have sacrificed those three thousand people as offerings?"

I looked up at Sister Ke; her expression was somewhat angry, but mostly helpless.

I completely understand her. I know that in the eyes of the public I am an unforgivable villain, but the crimes I committed were for a reason. They must still be waiting for me ten years ago, waiting for me to gather enough accurate information on this timeline so that I can save the world.

I bear a heavy responsibility and cannot slack off.

"That's what they say, but the Bureau of Control didn't execute me. Instead, they put me under control. Why?" I asked them in return.

"You'll be sentenced to death in six months. You can't keep being stubborn," Ke Hen said seriously.

"Sister Ke, haven't you thought about this? Why was the death penalty dragged on for so long, with the execution taking half a year?"
The answer is that the control bureau wasn't sure if my guess was right or wrong, so even though I had committed such a crime, they still kept me in custody.

The execution of me six months later was to ensure that my conjecture was wrong, so that the execution at that time would be a just punishment.

If that's the case, I'd be happy to accept the punishment.

After all, if I'm wrong, there's no one in the world more deserving of death than me.

"I conduct cult rituals, I kill innocent civilians, I perform human modification, and I catalyze abnormalities. If Brother Shou and the Minister were still alive, they wouldn't even blink when they chopped off my head."

"This is not your fault. Senior Xia Shou should not have left you with such unrealistic hope at the end."

"Of course it's not my fault, but it's not Brother Shou's fault either. The truth is that we are neither right nor wrong. We are just non-existent people. We are possibilities!"

I explained, trying to smile more confidently, but my reflection in the glass looked so ugly, like a defeated villain, which made me feel a little disheartened.

I should be the savior, how can the savior look like this?
"Xiao Gao, since it's a possibility, why not make your life easier? As a possibility, you don't exist, but you have feelings. Once you help us in the past, this tragic future will no longer exist, and neither you nor I will be here. But now... at least now, you still have the right to pursue happiness, and we can start over together."

"I'll try to reduce your sentence a year from now, as long as you promise me you won't do anything stupid again."

"Sister Ke, I've already become like this, why are you still helping me like this?"
If you think I'm stupid, you're underestimating me.

Now, Sister Ke, you're amazing! You're a "prophet" now. You can negotiate with the Control Bureau on your own, and you can even protect someone as heinous as me. But why are you protecting me?
Am I worthy?
Sister Ke, you haven't let go either. What you just said was just to encourage me to move forward, but have you even looked ahead yourself? You don't even know what I'm doing? You... haven't even looked at my life as an "observer" yet, have you?

Kehen: "..."

"Sister Ke, you're just like a kid who's done their exam but doesn't dare look at their score. We're not that different, but you're even more pessimistic than me. The only reason you want me to live is because I'm the only one who survived back then. Only I can talk to you about them, only I still remember them. You're not protecting me, you're protecting the only person besides yourself who still knows them." I chuckled awkwardly.

I felt disgusted with myself. Although I was telling the truth, I knew very well that my words would hurt her. Every word felt like a knife stabbing into her heart. I could tell from her eyebrows and lips that she was extremely heartbroken.

I didn't want to hurt Sister Ke, but I couldn't control myself from saying these things. Only by saying them can I feel better; otherwise, I can't continue down that path.

It seems someone once said that the despicable thing about humans is that when they are in pain, they hope that others will feel the same pain as them.

Perhaps that's true.

"Actually, I didn't want to do those things either, but I had no choice," I said.

After stabbing the other person, I felt better, and I wanted to say some things from my heart, which would make me feel even better.

I have endured so much suffering to save the world, I deserve to feel better.

"Whether it's a cult or anything else I've done, it's all to present a more three-dimensional picture of the world forty years from now, so that I can better investigate the secrets of ten years ago. I am the person from fifty years from now that Sharo mentioned," I said.

Everything I said was the truth, every single word of it was true.

The closed beta version of the game is based on the player's past experiences, which are then extended to form the complete background at the time the game takes place. Therefore, my actions in the closed beta version can affect the situation I investigate fifty years later. Doing things in reality and restarting them in the game allows me to continue the arrangements I made in reality, like foreshadowing.

Unfortunately, after the creation of the pre-perpetual calendar and the naming of Sprite, many things were already predetermined when the closed beta version was reopened.

The biggest and most important NPC, "Su Yue," also died in reality and will no longer appear in the game world forty years later.

Without Sister Su, this living fossil, my investigation of the characters in the game became extremely difficult, and it was almost impossible to glimpse what happened back then. For this reason, I had to take the cult route and become a believer of the former perpetual calendar, trying to reconstruct what happened back then from the perspective of His sect.

Therefore... in order for the game character in my dream to advance the cult path, I had to do some outrageous things in reality to pave the way for the game character forty years later.

Whether it's those rituals or the props and anomalies I create, they all allow me to get closer to the Forest Horse and the pre-perpetual calendar in the game.

The more devout you are in the game, the closer you get to the inhuman side of the scales, and the closer you get to the truth of what happened back then—the secret method of the ascension of the previous ten-thousand-year calendar.

Thinking about it this way, those who died at my hands and those I tortured were the ones who paid for the power in this evil game.

Wow, this is really interesting... This game... can actually make people degenerate to this extent.

Although he tried to achieve this goal in a more respectable way, it seems that what Lin Zhongma was pursuing was not only the drama in the game's plot, but also the drama outside the game.

I figured out the correct way to play this game a long time ago.

If one does not fall into the extreme of paradox, one will only be unable to make any progress.

"Sister Ke, I am a person from fifty years in the future."

I repeated it again, saying it made me feel relaxed.

Repeating it gives me a dreamlike sense of ease.

"You've said it many times."

She sighed impatiently, and I heard myself let out a sarcastic laugh.

Actually, I wasn't laughing at her, but at myself.

But I didn't want to explain anymore, I just said, "You don't believe me... I just want you to believe me."

“Xiao Gao, you are very much like Senior Xia Shou. If it weren’t for what happened afterward, you could have done just as well as him.”

"Oh... I'm so sorry, it's never been like that. I've disappointed you. But everyone admires someone like Shou-ge, right? I know what Shou-ge would do if we were in each other's shoes, but I couldn't do it."

I've imagined this possibility countless times.

If it wasn't me who survived, but Shou-ge, what would he do?

He will definitely try to do the same thing as me, but he will be more upright.

I find it hard to imagine that Brother Shou would take the wrong path.

However, he will inevitably fail if he doesn't take the crooked path. This is determined by the underlying logic of this evil game, which is related to the desires required by the gods, but has nothing to do with human will.

However, Shou Ge would never place all his hopes on the possibility that "the world I live in does not exist."

He will walk like a tightrope, neither leaning towards "the world of possibility" nor "the world of reality".

He will continue to live, even with irreparable regrets, and he will not ignore another cruel but reasonable possibility: he will change... flexible, yet ruthless.

I know that Brother Shou will be very conservative, taking things one step at a time, and then preparing for the call of ten years from now.

If the call from ten years ago hadn't come, he would have continued with his life. But if it had, he would have handed in his imperfect answer sheet and dumped all the remaining unsolved problems on his ten-year-old self.

That's just the kind of person Shou-ge is.

But I can't. I've completely come to believe that the world I live in is a possibility that doesn't exist, even if there's no solid evidence, it's just wishful thinking.

If my intuition is wrong and this terrible reality has become what it is today, then I would rather perish with it all and go to hell like a mad clown.

But it's not over yet.

I want to deliver the most perfect answer, to investigate everything clearly, just as I have already accomplished!

I know that if Sister Ke knew what I was thinking, she would definitely scold me for being a coward who dared not face reality and escaped the tricks of fate, so I would never tell him these things.

"Xiao Gao, you're hopeless." She sighed.

"Sigh again. You weren't like this before." I laughed, this time a better laugh. "But you're right, I'm hopeless, so don't come to save me."

"I'll come back next week. You should be good too. You've grown up a bit by now, it's not good for you to keep making me worry." She lit a cigarette, shook her head helplessly, and got up to leave.

Just before she was about to leave, my heart skipped a beat, and I called out to her.

"Sister Ke."

"Ok?"

"If... I went back ten years, what do you think you would say about me back then?"

I saw her hesitate for a moment, seemingly unwilling to answer this hypothetical question, but she still stopped and tilted her head, thinking seriously for a long time.

"I would probably say, 'You're really something, okay?'"

I was somewhat dazed, unable to imagine such a scene, and also doubted whether she would really have said that back then.

Is that really the case?
The glass in front of me became visible again. I went back to bed, touched the tattoo on my chest, and looked at the mirror on the wall.

For the past ten years, I have been suppressing the changes in my abnormal level and using various means to control my physical growth, ensuring that I am as close as possible to my physical condition ten years ago.

Because of the centipede's missing eye in the story, when replacing the present with the future, it will determine the price that matches the difference between the two.

In order to minimize the cost to the other side, I must control the situation as much as possible.

Thanks to the delay of that ritual, the loss of my five senses caused by violating the game agreement has not yet fully taken effect, and at least for now I can still act like a normal person.

However, recently, the frequency and duration of the disappearance of the senses of hearing, sight, and touch have been increasing, indicating that the delaying effect of the ritual is nearing its limit.

Fortunately, the outcome will be revealed soon.

It's been ten years.

The time has finally come for us to be seen!
As long as we can get through this period, it doesn't matter what happens afterward.

Even if one loses all five senses and remains forever in a void world devoid of light, sound, touch, and taste, it doesn't matter.

After all, I am just a possible Jiang Wengao.

(End of this chapter)