Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

The second layer is a world of memories.

No.

To be precise, from this moment on, it has become the only real world.

Chen Zhiwei, sitting in the car, suddenly stiffened.

"My possibilities, are they gone forever?"

Why?

She lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, then muttered to herself, "I see."

"It seems that something extraordinary has happened."

Xu Qinghe sat next to Chen Zhiwei.

A moment of confusion flashed in her eyes.

My memory was still stuck in the prison cell, but when I opened my eyes again, I was sitting in an unfamiliar car.

Cheng Yao had just finished attending a press conference in Liaoning Province and sat in the lounge looking exhausted.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

I suddenly feel a bit annoyed.

Over the years, she has played too many roles and established a persona of a pure and innocent actress.

Day after day, she almost forgot what she originally looked like.

That's just how the entertainment industry is; you're not in control of your own destiny.

"Sister Yao, several big bosses want to invite you to dinner tonight."

Her assistant jogged over and said.

Cheng Yao rubbed her temples wearily: "Help me refuse."

"But," the assistant said, looking troubled, and lowered his voice to remind him, "they are the investors."

"Just make up any excuse to decline."

The assistant nodded helplessly, turned around and stepped aside, covering his phone and apologizing repeatedly in a low voice, his tone full of unease.

Cheng Yao was even more exhausted.

That's just how the entertainment industry is.

The reason she is a third-tier actress is not because of her bad image or her poor acting skills, but because she has always refused all unspoken rules.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she murmured softly, "No one can help me reach my lofty ambitions, but I will brave the snow to reach the mountain peak myself." Her weary eyes were once again filled with determination.

In her cozy home, Tangtang carefully applied her makeup in front of the mirror and meticulously selected an outfit to match.

She made plans with her girlfriends to go out for hot pot tonight.

From the moment she woke up in the morning, she had a strange feeling of excitement, as if something big was going to happen today.

Tang's father and mother stood quietly at the door, listening to Tang Tang humming a song inside, their expressions varying.

"She's not going on a date, is she?" Mr. Tang frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of awkward displeasure.

Tang's mother rolled her eyes at him and retorted irritably.

"I stopped her in junior high because I was afraid she would start dating too early, and I kept an eye on her in high school because I was afraid it would affect her studies. Now she's a college student, and you still want to tell her whether she's dating or not?"

"Do you expect her to be in her thirties or forties before she starts dating?"

Mr. Tang quickly smiled apologetically, his eyes filled with worry: "I'm just worried about Tang'er."

"She was too naive and had a very pure and beautiful imagination about love, but she forgot its cruelty."

"It's the sweetest candy in the world, and also the most painful poison."

"Never mind, never mind," Tang's father waved his hand helplessly.

"She will never learn to grow up because she lives in the fairy tale we protect her."

As a father.

I sincerely hope that my princess will meet her beloved prince and live happily ever after, just like in a fairy tale.

Having weathered half a lifetime of storms, he knew better than anyone else.

Even the most passionate love will be worn down and distorted beyond recognition by the mundane realities of daily life and the passage of time.

Tang's mother saw through his inner feelings and said with a smile, "From passion to tranquility, it's a process that's destined to happen."

"I remember our first date..."

Mr. Tang listened as Mrs. Tang reminisced about the past.

All that remains in my heart is a faint sense of relief and emotion, the youthful excitement and impulsiveness are gone.

Inside the room, Tangtang was tidying her appearance in front of the mirror.

Suddenly.

A gunshot rang out.

With a soft "pfft".

The scalding bullet pierced the girl's heart, exiting through her back and blooming into a tragic and alluring flower of blood.

Even in her dying moments, her eyes remained fixed on her hopes for today.

One minute ago.

Chen Zhiwei arrived in Pingjiang City.

She picked up a cold sniper rifle and aimed it at Tang Tang, who was looking in the mirror.

Xu Qinghe, who was standing to the side, asked, "Does it really have to be this way?"

Chen Zhiwei did not answer, but Xu Qinghe had already heard the answer in her heart.

She was saying.

No one knows what exactly came down from the high heavens to the human world.

From Him to His personification, and from His personification to anthropomorphism.

The anthropomorphized Su Ming appears to be human, but he is merely imitating humans.

He missed the most crucial step.

The second doomsday timeline is his transformation from anthropomorphic reality into a human.

Su Ming only truly became a human starting from 2009, the second doomsday scenario.

and so.

Let Wen Qi handle this mess.

Now is the best, and only, chance to cut off this doomsday line of 2019.

And she is Chen Zhiwei.

He then replaced Su Ming and severed the doomsday line of 2019 for the third time, sending him back to 2026.

Otherwise, it might be another endless cycle of reincarnation.

next second.

A shot rang out.

Who fired the shot?

Not sure.

Perhaps he was a madman driven to desperation.

She once stood unnoticed in the shadows and resolutely fired a shot into the future.

One hour ago.

Su Ming suddenly froze, and circles of light appeared in his pupils.

Single layer, double layer, triple layer, quadruple layer, quintuple layer.

Five nested rings rotate slowly.

People often say that the eyes are the windows to the soul.

Yu Mengnian, standing beside him, glanced at Su Ming the instant he did so.

Her entire consciousness seemed to be drawn into those eyes with five concentric rings.

Heaven and earth, sunlight, buildings, the sound of the wind, and the self—all the concrete worlds crumbled inch by inch, turning into countless tiny specks of nothingness.

She felt as if she had fallen into a desolate and lifeless cosmic graveyard.

Countless collapsed stars, endless crumbling galaxies, and boundless void in the deep space.

In the heart of this deathly silence, there is a blurry figure.

The figure slowly turned around.

Its outline flickered between light and shadow, then trembled violently, vanished in an instant, and was forcibly reshaped in the next second.

With each reshaping, that figure becomes clearer.

It was Su Ming; Yu Mengnian saw him.

He is painstakingly shaping his own human form, using the essence of everyday life and the myriad aspects of human existence as his bones and blood.

He clumsily and stubbornly learned about human emotions, love, hate, anger, infatuation, birth, aging, and separation.

But he was still one step short.

Like a perfect fake human.

Everything is modeled after human beings.

All emotions—gentleness, indifference, sadness, happiness—are programmed with perfect precision, flawless and impeccable.

He did indeed learn very well, and his imitation was remarkably lifelike.

It's too perfect.

So perfect it's inhuman.

No one is perfect. If a perfect person truly existed, then that person would not be human.

It wasn't Su Ming who came back.

What returned was "He" playing the role of Su Ming.

After a moment, Su Ming stabilized, and his figure stopped trembling.

Yu Mengnian's consciousness suddenly returned.

She opened her eyes, her gaze still filled with shock.

Although I don't know why I'm here.

But she knew that the smiling boy in front of her was not human.

Without the slightest hesitation.

She drew her sword and swung it with lightning speed.

This sword strike, using all her strength, shattered the flowing clouds for thousands of miles, startling the entire world.

Su Ming was reduced to ashes scattered across the sky by this sword strike, vanishing into the world.

Yu Mengnian stood there, her heart filled with endless confusion and heaviness.

Did you really... kill Him?

How could it be so easy?

A barely perceptible breeze swept across the land.

It blew into the time of 2009 on this doomsday line.

A baby is born without crying or fussing.

The nurse looked at the quiet baby and patted his bottom twice.

The baby paused slightly, then opened its little mouth and let out its first cry upon entering this world.

The voice was clear and tender, announcing the arrival of a brand new life.

Time flows.

The baby turned ten years old in the blink of an eye.

He sat on the sofa watching cartoons, holding a bag of potato chips in his hand.

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed across the sky.

Turning my head, I saw a dazzling and sharp sword light traversing the sky, like a sharp blade cleaving the world and shattering the clouds.

"Why did you kill me?" the boy murmured to himself. "If you die, you have to be reborn."

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death—is this death?"

The boy couldn't understand what real death was.

"But you clearly said that next time, you would let me see you sooner?"

The boy didn't quite understand.

In the Lanyue residential area, Yu Mengnian's hands trembled, a rare occurrence for her.

She picked up her phone and dialed a number: "Chen, who is he?"

After a few seconds of pause, Chen Zhiwei said softly, "It's not important."

"He will have someone to handle it."

After saying that, she instructed the driver in the front seat: "Have Zhou Zhengyang apply for a flight route immediately. I need to get to Pingjiang City as quickly as possible."

At this moment.

After the sword fell and the ashes scattered, and the gun fired and life ended.

Black fog from deep space surged in from all directions.

In the blink of an eye, it swallowed up the entire world.

[Affection Level Up Quest: Kill her (Completed)]

[Affection Level: Soul-Stirring → Unwavering Until Death]

[Capacity limit increased: 28 → 30]

Backpack capacity increased from 42 to 45.

[Current Affection Level (Ghost Bride): Unwavering Devotion (Max)]

[Unlock Story Background ②: Destiny]

Wait until the black fog dissipates.

A ten-year-old child appeared at the Abyss Base.

The earth was still trembling violently, and the tables, chairs, and utensils inside the base were still shaking wildly.

A vast power emanated from the first layer of the abyss.

The dark fog that had just dissipated in deep space rose up again from all directions, sweeping across the globe at supersonic speeds.

Wherever the black fog went, satellite signals dropped to zero, power grids collapsed, communications were completely cut off, and cities disappeared one after another.

The scene before me is exactly the same as the last world update.

Zhou Zhengyang stared at his phone, which had no signal, slowly tilted his head back, and muttered to himself, "Is the world starting to update again?"

"The gods have finally descended upon the world."

With a loud bang.

On the Blood and Flesh Heavenly Palace Mountain Range in the first layer of the abyss, countless long-dormant figures began to revive.

The enormous lotus of flesh and blood unfolded and bloomed layer by layer. Between the opening and closing of the petals, a figure with three heads and eight arms slowly stood up, exuding overwhelming power.

The colossal gate atop the mountain peak was being devoured and enveloped by an endless stream of fleshy vines, resembling a gaping maw of an abyss, ferocious and terrifying.

The incomplete figure in the very center of the main gate has finally been completed.

He stepped out from the massive gate of flesh and blood embedded within himself, and a vertical eye slowly opened in the center of his forehead, with a ferocious and terrifying beast head beneath his feet.

On the other side of the mountain peak, the hard and thick rock layer suddenly cracked and collapsed, and a hairy hand reached out from the crack in the rock.

That is, at this very moment.

The first level of the abyss could no longer bear the immense weight of the flesh and blood mountain range.

It collapsed with a roar, plunging into an even deeper layer amidst countless strange phenomena.