Operator #5: Flesh-and-Blood Talk Show

Time passed second by second--

Wood Plark continued to carry out his suicide terrorist attacks, following the pre-set trajectory in his mind, his movements becoming faster and faster.

Starting from the nineteenth round, Flavia in first class found it increasingly difficult to subdue this swift and powerful enemy. At first, [Yin Yang Demon Realm] could barely grasp Wood's flesh and blood, and was able to leave fatal wounds on the train conductor.

However, as the gravitational amplification effect of the chocolate milk intensifies, repeating the same action in the chaotic spacetime will grant a boost in speed and force. What originally took Wood one minute and forty-one seconds to rush from the second row of economy class to first class, including Billy the Kid's action of disemboweling himself to retrieve the gun, becomes "divinely aided" under this gravitational pull.

After two rounds, Flavia couldn't even touch a hair on Captain Wood's head. The bullet mercilessly shattered her skull. Her [Yin Yang Demon Realm] was extremely fast and precise, able to maintain balance on a plane traveling at 600 kilometers per hour and move along the wing. This terrifying ability to locate enemies was useless at this moment.

She can't catch Wood Plark anymore!

Sixty-Three is a man who doesn't believe in evil, and the "Regret Pill" has given him unparalleled resilience.

His life was a series of failures and attempts, searching for the right answer amidst countless mistakes—only by dismantling Wood Plark, this time bomb, could he get close to Jiang Xueming!

If Jiang Xueming were to return to the Nine Realms Station and rejoin [JoeStar]'s team, he would probably never have that chance again.

The next time they meet, this kid will awaken his soul power and transform into a flashing butterfly.

As he thought this, Wood tossed the plastic-wrapped box of hallucinogens into the first-class cabin.

It rolled all the way to Sixty-Three's legs, and could explode at any moment.

Wood, gun in hand, confronted the enemy. "Let him go, and let yourself go too."

"Why are you stopping me?" Sixty-Three glared coldly at Wood. "I'm saving him! Do you know... if Jiang Xueming had the [Regret Pill], if he..."

"You seem to know him very well?" Wood Plark pressed the hammer, preparing to fire. "Have you ever spoken to him? Did you watch him grow up?"

"Yes! I know him very well!" Sixty-Three said mysteriously, "He's almost exactly like me!"

In other Timeline, Sixty-Three had encountered more than 300 different Jiang Xueming.

He would help these children escape the clutches of human traffickers or reunite them with their biological parents, using his wealth and power to change their lives. However, unsurprisingly, due to the power of the [Regret Pill], he would begin to compete with Sixty-Three for the ownership of the Red Mountain Stone, seeking to seize absolute dominion over time.

The male protagonists in these alternate timelines all regard this Sixty-Three- old who descended from the sky as their savior, their mentor and friend, their benefactor, and their life guide.

But the "Regret Pill" ruined everything.

It possessed a power comparable to that of gods, and it robbed all humanity of its inhabitants.

"My little girlfriend has died at your hands seven times? Or ten times?" Duran felt all her anger was being drained, all her emotions were being emptied, leaving only a deep sense of powerlessness. Even the threat of death couldn't frighten her anymore. "Whatever, as long as she comes back to life."

Like the relationship between Flavia and Duran, and the friendship between Fuyanni and Billy.

Their separations and deaths, their joys and sorrows, gradually become insignificant and numb with each cycle of reincarnation.

Sixty-Three had met many, many different Jiang Xueming. Some were elegant and polite, some were passionate and enthusiastic, and some were erudite and studious, all with bright futures. Some were doctors or teachers, some were lawyers or police officers, working in different professions and living different lives.

Once these little guys possess the [Regret Pill], they begin frantically reversing time, attempting to correct all the regrets and imperfections in their lives. Like a vibrant, colorful palette, they all eventually converge and, under the influence of the [Regret Pill], become pure black.

They will always know the secret of the Red Mountain Stone, and they will always compete with Sixty-Three for the same thing. They are always thinking of "[one more time]" -- just like the boulder that Sisyphus pushed up the hill will always roll back down, so they want to do it again.

The reason why Sixty-Three is so persistent and reluctant to part with FE33031 is...

To paraphrase a web game advertisement, this was a completely new version he had never experienced before.

He never interfered with FE33031's life; everything proceeded according to the original timeline. Even the villains from the parallel universe dared not interfere with Jiang Xueming of FE33031, and dared not interfere with the life of this "newborn."

Bu Liuxing's birth was an unrepeatable accident. Unconditional kindness created a new life, and this new life created a new story, changing Xue Ming's tragic life. Even if it happened again, Sixty-Three couldn't guarantee that Bu Liuxing would be born safely.

"He's just like me, he's so, so much like me!" Sixty-Three emphasized, "This time, I didn't do what I usually do—offer him a job, give him money, or help him find Universal Elixir. I didn't do anything—but his personality, his thought process, his combat skills—all these characteristics are almost exactly the same as mine. He always seems to have that cold, aloof look on his face, his brow furrowed, constantly thinking and considering how to survive, racking his brains to find a way out."

"You're a real bastard," Wood cursed disdainfully. "He and Bailu have suffered so much! You could have done something! Even just sending him some money!"

"I did it!" Sixty-Three said innocently. "When Bailu was sick, I was really scared, really scared, really scared that the tragedy would repeat itself. If Duran hadn't dug out this memory from my head, I wouldn't even have known that Bu Liuxing was born because of something I said. I'm really curious, if I hadn't done anything, would FE33031 have become another me? An exact copy of me?"

Wood: "What did you do?"

Sixty-Three: "I went to Hung Hom MTR station, bought a bowl of beef offal, gave him two thousand dollars, and didn't need change."

Wood covered his face, suddenly at a loss for words.

--FE204863 is a very, very strange person, completely different from FE33031.

Perhaps it was the long time travel that twisted and made his personality eccentric. He had contact with Jiang Xueming from a parallel universe more than 300 times, spent the same day with 9527 repeatedly, and held 10,000 weddings.

The word "horrible" doesn't even begin to describe the duration of this. Sixty-Three has lived for far too long, far too long!

Wood remembered clearly that most of the immortals in the railway system had their own unique methods to fight against the cruel butcher's knife of time.

Mr. Wen Bucai can only remember events from the last 150 years. Severe injuries or intense emotional trauma will cause him to lose his memory, so he will always be young.

Mr. Victor managed the brain regions of his mental elements in an orderly manner. He was able to record almost every detail of his memories in books, from every area to every period of time. After that, he would gracefully and naturally leave these memories behind, occasionally taking them out to reminisce.

Jack Martin, an immortal being outside the station system, is the subject of five stories written by Victor himself, filling the void of hell shaped by the long passage of time.

What has kept me going until I'm Sixty-Three is probably just one strong thought: to go to heaven.

As for how exactly one goes to heaven...

Where exactly is heaven?

Wood Plark was completely baffled and could barely communicate with this madman.

Perhaps the paradise that Sixty-Three wanted to go to was the kind of "peace of mind" he sought, the kind of life where he could live without frowning, without worrying, and without fear.

It should be noted that Sixty-Three has already killed more than three hundred Jiang Xueming.

Each time, it's all about who owns the Red Mountain Stone, a life-or-death struggle against these powerful enemies who have awakened the [Regret Pill].

Every time he returns to 2006, no matter how hard he tries, the ending is always the same. Even if he lives a happy life on his journey, with a wife and children— his Sixty-Three will to survive still makes him fear death, and he wants to get the Red Mountain Stone and have that thrill again.

On the contrary, the happier and more perfect one's life is, the more reluctant one is to leave this world at the age of Sixty-Three.

This terrifying and bizarre cycle of life offers almost no sense of security whatsoever.

Based on the information gleaned from these twenty-odd rounds of combat, Sixty-Three has an extremely strong desire for control, and Jiang Xueming is definitely not that kind of person.

When faced with Xiao Qi's joking request to have a baby, Xue Ming seriously and firmly agreed, even thinking about the preparation for pregnancy and the wedding date, leaving the most important life event to his beloved to decide.

When Meteor wanted to meddle, Xue Ming didn't stop him. Instead, he did his best to help his companions fulfill their wishes, as was the case during their trip to Skull and Bones Society and their adventure in Niflheim.

"You're a hopeless scumbag," Wood said, feigning disgust. "You keep saying you want to change his life, to save him—but you're just after that sense of security you crave!"

"I must see this with my own eyes!" Sixty-Three stood firm, stepping onto the hallucinogenic bag, even though it could explode at any moment. "You want me to stay away from him, to not interfere in his life, but will he really not wake up to the [Regret Pill]?"

Wood Plark gritted his teeth and said, "Let's give it a try? Who knows?"

"I've failed over three hundred times, I absolutely refuse to believe in such 'luck'." Sixty-Three insisted on his idea. "Do nothing? Leave everything to God's decision? But God has never been on my side!"

Wood lowered his gun. "Look, I've put the gun down. Is that so hard?"

Sixty-Three was almost frantic. "But this is like breathing to me! It's become a habit intimately connected to survival! It's almost an instinct—have you ever seen someone who can live without breathing?"

Wood opened his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and found a photo of Officer Jessica.

Sixty-Three cursed, "That's just a metaphor! Do you even understand what a metaphor is?!"

Wood: "Then there's no room for negotiation. Do you really want to witness Jiang Xueming's final transformation with your own eyes? Do you absolutely have to see him become a Morpho butterfly? Do you want to observe this outcome?"

Sixty-Three: "Yes, not only that, I also want to use my spirit to modify the shape of his soul power."

Wood: "No way! You'll only create another [Regret Pill] by doing this, really, believe me, I'm Galahad Magic."

"You're a visiting professor at the Galahad Magic Academy! You're the head teacher, I know! I used to be your student!" Sixty-Three said impatiently, "But I can't control myself! Teacher Ke's controlling nature is like a drug! I'm addicted. It's the sacred place of power in people's hearts, an inner demon I can't fight."

Having said that, Wood didn't know what to say.

He felt deep regret and was terrified by the sinister power of the [Regret Pill].

It doesn't seem like some kind of soul power, nor is it a superpower that humans can control.

It's like a living evil god, having turned against and taken control of FE204863's physical body.

For example, when workers work in a factory, the repeated process of tightening screws strengthens their screw-tightening skills. Muscle memory changes the neural synapses in the brain and also alters the worker's mindset.

Repeated use of the "Regret Pill" is like a series of complex mechanical forces reprocessing the brain.

--[Regret Pill] makes the owner believe that all cause and effect are inevitable, and all gambling is just repeated attempts, with variables that can be controlled. There is no such thing as [good luck] or [bad luck] in the world, only [trying] and [guaranteed victory].

By controlling time, one controls everything. To Sixty-Three Jiang Xueming other points in time is nothing more than a screw waiting to be tightened—this worker has become a ruthless screw-processing machine in the long journey of time.

As stated in the Sixty-Three --

This desire for control has almost become his instinct, and it is impossible to eradicate.

Wood raised his gun again. "Alright, one last chance. Do you want to buy insurance? I have a claims service here. If Jiang Xueming awakens the [Regret Pill], I will kill him with my own hands. I will also record the whole process, like a family summer camp travel documentary, ensuring the whole process is filled with the joyful atmosphere of family reunion. Are you at ease now?"

Sixty-Three curled his lip in disdain. "I'm ready to fight you for as long as you want."

Wood pulled a book out of his clothes; it was one he had gotten from Jiang Xueming.

"Read this carefully; this is my final ultimatum to you."

With that, the train conductor tossed the book over.

"Is this Jiang Xueming's diary?" Sixty-Three asked, rather bored. "If you're trying to play the emotional card with someone as numb and cold as me, you're wasting your time. I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sixty-Three had just seen the title of the book when he felt a strange sense of shame.

--This is a medical textbook, <Brain Injury>

"Damn it." Sixty-Three cursed, kicking the hallucinogen package at Wood, trying to send the deadly explosive pack flying back.

"That's why I said your memory isn't good enough. Xue Ming is a smart kid; his memory is much better than yours, you sixty-something-year-old." Wood pulled the detonator switch. "The last thing I touched wasn't this packet of hallucinogens. You don't even have the patience to take a proper look at a medical book; you're beyond help."

A violent burst of light and flame erupted from the cover of "Brain Injury," the supple paper transforming into sharp shreds that nearly severed Sixty-Three's neck and spine! Blood gushed like a fountain onto the cabin ceiling.

His head hung halfway across his chest. In the last second before he died, he heard only the sound of bullets exploding, but he had to activate the power of the [Regret Pill] once again to restore everything.

"I won't give you another chance, FE204863. At the next [Still Wind Point], I'll crush you."

Wood has begun to regress.

--The scattered papers gradually returned to Sixty-Three's hands.

Everything is back to square one, only this time Wood Plark will be faster, more swift, and more deadly.

The "Flesh and Blood Stand-up Comedy" show is over.

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