A game where you have to pay to win? But I have a lifespan roulette wheel!

"Because you are the only variable who has survived to get here, your choice will determine the direction in which all possibilities will ultimately collapse, whether it will become an infinite loop or usher in an ending that no one can predict."

The light at the entrance to the passage began to flicker erratically.

It is sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

In the intervals between light and darkness, Jiang Lin seemed to glimpse something wriggling deep within the passage. It wasn't a physical entity, but rather a distorted play of light and shadow, sometimes coalescing into a human form, and sometimes dispersing into chaotic star clusters.

An indescribable sense of oppression emanated from the light!

At that very moment, the nearest screen shattered!

But what flew was not shards of glass, but countless shimmering fragments of images.

Each afterimage reflected a fleeting image of Jiang Lin, floating and spinning in the air, then, as if drawn by something, slowly drifting towards Jiang Lin on the world's sea.

A shard of debris brushed past Jiang Lin's cheek, and he felt a cool touch.

At the same time, a strange fragment of memory forcibly intruded into his mind.

That was the ruthless pleasure of the Demon King Jiang Lin in slaughtering an entire civilization.

It was truly exhilarating.

Jiang Lin himself had done things like slaughtering an entire civilization before.

However, he couldn't find any pleasure in such things.

Then, more fragments approached, and more memories, emotions, and perceptions surged in like a tide!

The King of Chu Nan felt despair due to the unequal distribution of love and the betrayal he suffered.

Wang Jianglin's humility as a cuckold.

No?

Is being cuckolded also one of the possibilities for me?

Isn't that the original owner?

Oh……

It's not uncommon for people to retain the original owner's consciousness after transmigrating, and this guy might be one of them.

Isn't that even more pathetic than being cuckolded?

Gee tut.

Jiang Lin, who died alone, experienced loneliness in his later years...

It's not a pay-to-win game, so how did you end up playing an older version?

Are you running a private server without including me?

There are many different memories of Jianglin.

Thousands upon thousands of lives, thousands upon thousands of pains, ecstasies, numbness and madness, are trying to overwhelm him!

Wash it up!

Jiang Lin himself just wants to complain.

No!

Brothers, if everyone has the same resources and you guys are in this state, then Jiang Lin really needs to give them a good talking-to.

If the configurations are different.

Ok.

Then I'll try to understand.

"The anchor point... has loosened?" Jiang Lin's voice came from the depths of the passage, echoing within it with a hint of elation. "All the possibilities that arose because of you are trying to return to the source. You either go in and close that door, or you will be torn apart by them and become part of this endless cycle."

Armrests of wheelchairs.

The text that had previously appeared through the World Bubble was now being imprinted on the wheelchair made from the core of the Jianmu tree.

"Watch out for the director!"

These four characters seem to have been branded with a red-hot iron, still retaining a lot of heat.

Jiang Lin looked at the entrance to the passage, then at the memory fragments that were constantly approaching and the screens that were about to shatter completely.

At the origin, Jiang Lin's figure had almost disappeared in the light, leaving only a final whisper, which was mostly drowned out by the increasingly loud roar from the depths of the passage, like the simultaneous beating of billions of hearts:

"The director is waiting for you at the finish line, but be careful... he might be waiting for more than just you."

"Um???"

We've only been apart for a few minutes, haven't we?

Are you waiting for me again?

He is a director.

Or is he still a clingy, spoiled wife?

Playing with this kind of thing?

Perhaps from one's own perspective, it's only a few minutes.

But within this conceptual gap, it may have been countless cycles of reincarnation.

For some reason, Jiang Lin recalled the director's words in the pure white space: "Help me complete the ending of the fourth draft of the script, break this endless chaos and cycle of conceptual gaps, and create a final chapter that even I cannot predict!"

If the director is truly just an embodiment of the narrative concept, then his purpose is not necessarily to create an unexpected ending.

It's also possible that all that's needed is a dramatic plot twist to propel the whole event forward, even if that twist involves all the possibilities surrounding Jiang Lin.

But why does it have to be your own?

Jiang Lin hated this sense of destiny that made her feel like she couldn't live without him.

He stood in front of the passageway, hesitant.

"Going in might allow the director to tell the truth and help him achieve the ending, but that's the story's ending, not necessarily our own. If we don't go in..." Jiang Lin looked at the increasing number of fragmented possibilities around him, "we'll be directly shattered by these possibilities here."

Jiang Lin's lips twitched.

Very good!

No need to use your brain!

Because there was simply no choice!

"It's hopeless~ It's a trap no matter which way you look at it!"

Without further hesitation, Jiang Lin pushed his wheelchair and rushed straight towards the entrance of the passage.

The moment he touched the light, a series of cracking sounds came from behind him.

Countless possibilities shattered completely, and billions of fragments of memories surged forth like a tide, only to be blocked at the entrance of the passage by an invisible barrier.

Those fragments of memory, like an incompetent husband, can only crash against each other wildly, producing a tooth-grinding grinding sound.

Jianglin.

Finally, we entered the tunnel. The interior of the tunnel was not a physical space, but a tunnel composed of flowing light and shadow.

The walls on both sides displayed rapidly flashing images, all fragments of Jiang Lin's experiences: his bedroom on Earth, his hospital bed on Blue Star, the Beast King's bedroom in the Tower of Freedom, the snow-capped mountain peak where he fought Lu Keke, the miserable trek with the Little Ghost King on his back, and his reunion with Baili Qingqiong, where he didn't notice the tremor in the corner of her eye...

The deeper one goes, the more chaotic the scene becomes, interspersed with other possibilities of Jiang Lin's experiences, and even some scenes that never happened before, scenes that have never appeared in any of the possibilities.

such as:

Jiang Lin fights alongside a forbidden creature he has never seen before.

Or perhaps he knelt before Leng Qingxue, weeping and slapping himself in the face.

Friendly reminder!

at this point.

Even the King of Green Hats himself never did it.

At most, he would swallow his anger when he was wronged, and then choose to forgive afterward.

It has to be said that the "Cuckold King" is truly a man who can endure hardship.

"What are these? Are they the story branches that weren't chosen?"

Jiang Lin suppressed the unpleasant dizziness and sped up.

Jiang Lin was clearly ahead of him at the origin.

But no matter what he did, he couldn't catch up with her.

Jiang Lin continued until he reached the end of the passage.

Jiang Lin, the origin, was not waiting for him.

Instead, it was a huge door.

The door was half-open, letting in soft white light.

It's a bit like a scene from a fairy tale.

A line of words was engraved on the lintel:

[Fourth Draft, Final Chapter - The Performance Begins]

Jiang Lin pushed open the door and entered.