Robots Never Be Slaves

A bald man with vacant eyes walked alone through an empty corridor, looking as though he were mourning the loss of his hair.

"Sir, I have detected obvious tachycardia and rapid breathing, accompanied by dizziness, vertigo, stiffness, and soreness in your limbs. My preliminary assessment is that you are currently experiencing anxiety."

"Your body's self-defense system has blocked my deeper scans, so I am unable to further diagnose your precise physical condition."

"Please allow me to offer you a soothing piece of music to ease your current discomfort."

The humanoid robot's metallic face flickered with silver light. Its slender arms held up a violin, and cheerful, relaxing violin music echoed through the empty hallway.

Meng Qi was jolted awake by the soothing music. He gave a bitter smile and scratched his smooth, bald head.

Ever since gaining the save-loading ability of time reversal, his vigilance as a martial artist had greatly declined. He rarely took external threats to heart anymore.

After all, dying did not matter. Everything could simply start over.

Without realizing it, he had grown accustomed to this ability to rewind everything as he pleased, and his view of life and death had gradually begun to change.

The world seemed to have become a game, while he was the lofty player outside the screen, looking down upon everything.

This was not a good state. His values were gradually shifting toward those indifferent Other Shore Ones who regarded life and death lightly.

Ultimately, this ability did not belong to him. It had been bestowed by Eastern Sovereign Taiyi.

Why did death allow him to rewind time? Why did he have to die for it to activate? How exactly did this process of time reversal work?

He knew nothing about any of it.

This time, he clearly could no longer