I'm Free! World, Here I Come!

Welcome to listen to the exclusively produced audio novel Millennium Reincarnation, presented by Feilu Novel Network, authored by Sang Ze, and voice-acted by Wang Xiaomo and Lao He.

Wu Chen was completely dumbfounded. Why was his mother still in his room?

This was impossible. For a thousand years, 365,000 days and nights, Wu Chen had occasionally felt reluctant to part with certain women, but whenever he woke up again, the space beside his pillow was empty. He had long since grown used to waking up alone.

Got caught out by me, can't even speak now, right?

The big liar Mu Qianqian was holding a baseball bat and putting on a super fierce look, a fierceness that didn't scare anyone because Mu Qianqian's real face was terribly cute.

Stripped of the farm style, she had an eternal youth look, commonly known as a baby face: big eyes, a high nose bridge, some chubby cheeks, and very fair skin.

Bang!

Wu Chen suddenly flipped over, jumped to the floor, and sprinted toward the restroom.

Don't run!

Mu Qingqing thought Wu Chen was going to the restroom to hide, so she got up to give chase, but the moment she tried to stand, she let out an "ouch" and sat right back down.

Feeling a bit sore, Wu Chen ran into the restroom.

His clothes were right there in the restroom.

Yesterday, he had carried Mu Qingqing in and then carried her back out.

Throughout the process, both of their clothes had been left behind in the restroom.

He quickly fished his phone out of his jacket pocket.

There wasn't even a clock in Wu Zhen's house.

In modern society, few people actively bought clocks for their homes, and if they did, they were just decorations.

To check the time, most people looked at their phones.

It was July 8th, it was July 8th! Ha-ha-ha-ha, it was July 8th!

Looking at the world, Wu Chen burst into loud laughter, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

He hammered the wall with both hands, laughing continuously, on the verge of madness.

The phone's time display showed July 8, 7:03 AM.

The world had finally started to flow forward.

For a thousand years, Wu Chen had even harbored a sense of breaking out of a cage and regaining his freedom.

No one knew how he had survived that millennium. Every single day reset, meaning Wu Chen possessed endless lifespan.

He wasn't afraid of injury, wasn't afraid of death, and could do anything. Yet because every day was a repeat, although Wu Chen could do different things and meet different people, apart from skills being retained, everything else would restart and return to the starting point.

He couldn't build any interpersonal networks, couldn't date women, and at most could only sleep with them.

His interactions every day would never have any continuity, forcing him to start all over again from scratch.

Wu Chen had once fancied himself a lucky dog.

He went street racing, robbed banks, played the hero, killed people, wantonly vandalized public property, and provoked major figures, acting wildly and lawlessly.

There was no need to consider consequences, because there simply were no consequences.

He thought he would feel exhilarated, but he quickly grew weary of it.

None of his actions would ever yield continuity, leaving him without even the slightest sense of achievement or thrill.

He began to doubt the meaning of his life, which seemed utterly meaningless.

He could do anything with zero taboos, but in reality, he could do nothing and affect nothing, because everything would reset and whatever he did would be undone.

The people he killed would still appear before his eyes the next day.

The skyscrapers he graffitied would be as clean as new the next day.

The women he slept with wouldn't know him the next day.

The robberies he stopped would still happen the next day.

The people he helped would still need help the next day.

He had infinite time, which he could use to repeatedly probe the secrets of anyone in the city or even the world through various methods.

He could also rack his brains to befriend anyone, and he would definitely succeed.

Yet what was the result?

No result.

He grew sick of it and fell into a deep depression as a result.

He felt like a lonely ghost wandering outside the three realms and beyond the five elements, having no idea what meaning or value his existence held.

An ordinary person's life spanned a mere hundred years, yet they experienced birth, aging, illness, death, joy, sorrow, parting, and reunion. There were moments of high spirits and times of hardship and bitterness—this was what life was truly about.

A mother's gratified smile upon learning of her son's successful career, a newlywed wife's honeymoon photo, the anxious suspense while waiting outside the delivery room for a daughter to be born, and growing old together while strolling with one's spouse under the leaf-strewn dusk to reminisce about the past—all of these were life.

This was the life everyone else got to have, but Wu Chen would never obtain it.

If he merely possessed an endless lifespan, he wouldn't have fallen into depression. He could keep living on, constantly altering the world, gaining a sense of accomplishment, and having friends and lovers; his life would have value.

However, Wu Chen didn't have an endless lifespan; rather, he was pseudo-immortal because time kept resetting.

He had tried committing suicide, attempting hundreds of methods: taking poison, lying on railway tracks, jumping from buildings, slitting his wrists, burning himself, and frying in oil. Every single time, after enduring agony, he would plunge into endless darkness and wake up again, returning to 7:00 AM on July 7, 2020.

Everyone else was afraid of death, yet Wu Chen wanted to die but couldn't.

Wu Chen was terrified that he would go crazy, yet at the same time somewhat wished he would go crazy, thinking that if he went mad, there would be no more pain.

Fortunately, Wu Chen eventually figured things out. He understood that although he wouldn't cause the slightest impact on the world, couldn't change a thing, and everything would reset, his memories would be retained, so he could change himself.

Although it still lacked much real significance, Wu Chen had spent that millennium learning over a hundred languages, mastering all mainstream musical instruments, and practicing combat, driving, marksmanship, culinary arts, dancing, and acting. His hacking skills were world-class, his imitated Picasso paintings were convincing enough to pass for the real thing, his hairdressing skills rivaled Tony the stylist, and he had used a thousand years to forge himself into an all-rounder.

In truth, his heart was still filled with panic. He was afraid that one day, once he finished learning everything he possibly could, he would fall back into a state of not knowing what to do and doubting the meaning of his life.

Although learning had no end, he was restricted by the fact that everything reset after a single day.

Wu Chen couldn't even run a complex experiment, making it impossible to pursue further knowledge; he simply couldn't learn everything.

Fortunately, thank goodness, he had made it through. Today, he had finally broken free from the infinite loop of time and space.

Ha-ha-ha, I'm out!

Ha-ha-ha, world, here I come!

Wu Chen laughed wildly and without restraint. He spoke melodramatic lines, yet they were cries originating from the deepest depths of his heart.

Host has passed the millennium trial, and the Time Loop System has been activated.

Binding host. Reminding host that the Time Loop System is now fully operational. The host may choose to lock and reset the current date. The first lock and reset on the same day will consume 1 time credit, the second lock and reset on the same day will consume 2 time credits, the third lock and reset on the same day will consume 4 time credits, and so on. Currently, the host possesses 365,000 time credits.

An ethereal voice suddenly echoed in Wu Chen's mind, and before he could react, a data interface appeared before his eyes.

System: Host Wu Chen permanently bound. Basic attributes: Strength 7, Speed 9, Endurance 8, Spirit 10,158.

Time reset available: Current usage will consume 1 time credit. Total remaining: 365,000 credits.

Host abilities: French Level 9, English Level 9, Piano Level 9, Combat Level 9, Marksmanship Level 9, totaling 1,354 items available for expansion and inquiry.

The system is here!

Wu Chen possessed a massive secret that he had never shared with anyone, not even during the millennium reincarnation—the fact that was he a transmigrator.

This was Earth, and Wu Chen's original world was also Earth.

Wu Chen knew he had transmigrated to a parallel universe and obtained a cheat, which was the continuous resetting.

The very day he transmigrated was July 7th, and it had remained July 7th ever since.

At the very beginning, Wu Chen had indeed treated the time resets as a cheat, but later on, he came to view them as a punishment and a torture.

From the looks of it now, he had still misunderstood. The cheat only officially initiated its trial after he had transmigrated for a millennium.

Director Ji, was this your doing, trapping me in the exact same day for a thousand years?

This was a trial. The host was chosen by the God of Time and Space, and must pass the trial to acquire the system.

Good grief.

Wu Chen let out a string of curses, to which the system remained indifferent.

Fine then.

Wu Chen sighed and then broke into a smile.

He still had to look forward, toward the future.

Wu Chen used to be a person without a future, but now he had one. He had made it through, so rather than complaining, he might as well make good use of this system.

He carefully read through the data and information. In terms of attributes, everything else was completely ordinary, except for his spirit power, which was explosively high.

Because of the time resets, his physical body couldn't undergo any growth or training; only his memories and soul could.

To say the least, Wu Chen's memory was truly phenomenal, as he remembered everything from every single day across a thousand years.

Can I reset time at will now?

Wu Chen asked in his heart.

Although he had endured 365,000 time resets and suffered immensely because of them, he was exceptionally excited right now.

Active resetting versus passive resetting were two entirely different matters, worlds apart.

Being passive meant being trapped in a single day, whereas being active meant resetting to whatever day one was dissatisfied with, and letting time flow naturally when satisfied.

Reminding the host that it is not a random reset; the host needs to consume time credits in order to reset time. The time settlement point is exactly 7:00 AM. Well, each use costs one point. Wu Chen currently has 365,000 points—how is that any different from using them casually?

Wu Chen wouldn't reset time without reason either, feeling that with this many time credits, he wouldn't use them up even if he lived to die.

Reminding the host once more: if the host repeatedly resets the exact same day, the time credits consumed each time will double.

The ethereal voice prompted in Wu Chen's mind. I understand.

Wu Chen thought to himself that doubling was actually terrifying, extremely terrifying.

1, 2, 4, 8, 16—the first few doublings didn't seem like much, but the further along it went, the 16th reset of the same day (meaning the 15th doubling) would consume 32,768 points, followed by 65,536, 131,073, and 262,144.

Therefore, resetting the same day too many times would directly exhaust all time credits.

However, as long as he didn't repeatedly reset the exact same day multiple times, there wouldn't be any issue.

Moreover, Wu Chen really couldn't think of a reason why his home would undergo multiple resets one day, even if it was to solve some trouble, it would just start over again, but surely it couldn't start over a dozen times.

Wu Chen looked again at how to expand his host abilities; focusing his gaze and blinking, Wu Chen did as told, and the data interface directly exploded, turning into a huge list totaling 1,354 abilities.

An ordinary person in a lifetime probably only has a dozen abilities, such as knowing how to drive or cook, as well as knowledge and skills learned in school, and the levels are generally not very high.

Even for an outstanding person, having a few dozen abilities would be pretty good, yet Wu Chen possessed over 1,000 abilities, and their general levels were exceptionally high, among which language-related abilities alone numbered 103, meaning 103 languages, and all of them were at LV9.

Because languages are difficult to learn and require perseverance year after year, and Wu Chen happened to need to kill time, he liked learning languages.

However, having learned many languages, Wu Chen discovered that once he mastered over a dozen languages, learning new ones felt extremely, extremely simple, and the more he learned, the easier it was to pick up other languages.

Having lived through one million and ninety-five thousand days and nights over a thousand years, Wu Chen looked at the massive data list, and a huge sense of achievement suddenly welled up in his heart; he had not failed those continuously resetting 365,000 days, and these 1,354 abilities were the best proof.

In fact, if Wu Chen had possessed so many abilities before, he wouldn't have felt proud, nor would he have felt any sense of achievement, as it would have been quite meaningless.

But it was different now; time was starting to flow, starting to move forward, and his array of skills would finally have a place to be put to use.

A person lives for a breath of air, and what is this breath?

It is nothing more than fame and fortune, a bigger house, more money, and a higher social status, which were the lifelong pursuits of everyone.

Some people said that mediocrity is truth, and mediocrity is a blessing.

Wu Chen considered himself a worldly person, and he did not agree with this statement.

If one truly had the ability to keep moving upward, who would be willing to settle for mediocrity?

This was merely a pretext for the incompetent to conceal their own incompetence.

Of course, if this statement came from the mouths of certain special people, it was not wrong either.

Those people were not incompetent; they had simply experienced great ups and downs.

Not incompetent, but rather they had seen through things.

Hey, I suddenly thought of a question.

Wu Chen suddenly thought to himself, You said the seven-year reincarnation is a test, so how can one fail this test?

I'm not going to die, suicide triggers a reset anyway, so anyone can pass it.

"The system reminds the host that the resets are driven by cosmic time and the host's physical condition, but do not include the host's soul."

"If the host falls into madness during the test, the soul will begin to weaken until it is obliterated."

"Understood?"

Wu Chen raised an eyebrow and curved his lips into a smile.

He felt somewhat fortunate, thankfully ByteDance was tough enough.

He indeed had a period where he almost went completely mad, but he persevered, figured things out, and began to proactively study and change himself.

"Y-You, what's wrong with you?"

A cautious voice suddenly came from outside the door, and Wu Chen turned his head to look—it was Mu Qianqian wrapped in a blanket.

She was still holding a baseball bat, but instead of her previous formidable demeanor, she wore a rather worried expression.

Mu Qianqian was indeed worried about Wu Chen's mental state; yesterday at the bar, she initially thought Wu Chen was a mental patient, and later felt that Wu Chen was just a liar, a very interesting liar.

This morning, after he woke up first, her anger had actually been feigned. She had never believed what Wu Chen said about time resets, and naturally wouldn't be angry about being deceived.

Yet after waking up, Wu Chen had frantically run into the restroom, starting to laugh hysterically, shouting inexplicable things, along with the sound of hitting the walls, acting as if he had completely lost his mind.

Mu Qingqing had actually walked to the outside of the restroom door quite a while ago, watching Wu Chen the whole time.

He saw that Wu Chen's hands were covered in blood, and he also saw Wu Chen standing there in a daze after his frenzy, his expression shifting between anger, excitement, and joy.

Mu Qianqian was truly scared, because she felt Wu Chen might genuinely be a psychiatric patient, and his condition was severe, possessing not only delusions but also violent tendencies.

After all, he had smashed his hands against the wall until they broke, yet seemed completely unaware of it.

"I'm fine, doing great."

Wu Chen smiled at Mu Qianqian outside the restroom.

"Your hands?"

Mu Qianqian pointed, looking even more worried.

Wu Chen raised his hands to look, only to discover that both of his fists were covered in blood, the skin torn open; it hurt, yet wasn't that painful.

Wu Chen was a man who had committed suicide hundreds of times and even jumped into a vat of boiling oil; he had experienced the worst of pains, and his tolerance for pain was probably the highest in the entire world.

Wu Chen looked at his hands and frowned slightly; this kind of injury would probably take ten days to half a month to heal, and it would leave scars on his hands.

Fierce knocking suddenly came from the front door.

"Hmm."

Wu Chen walked out of the restroom, took a look, and asked, "Who is it?"

"We want to ask, did you see anyone drive a sports car over here yesterday?"

"A white Lamborghini, we're looking for two people, a man and a woman, they should live right around here."

The voice outside the door said crudely.

Oh crap, they tracked us down already?

Mu Qianqian's expression changed drastically, and she felt somewhat scared.

Wu Chen motioned for Mu Qianqian to stay back and shouted outside, "No, haven't seen them."

"Open the door, we need to have a look."

The person outside replied.

Wu Chen didn't go to open the door, instead quickly running to the window and looking out at the alley below.

He saw many unfamiliar young men looking around, going in and out of different units.

Their home was on the Fifth Floor, and he could see a white Lamborghini parked outside the entrance of the alley.

At that moment, over a dozen people were gathered around the Lamborghini, and two others were squatting down to check whether the car was damaged.

"It's Wang Zhuangyuan's people. Why aren't you speaking when you open the door?"

"Could it be you guys?"

"Open the door!"

The people outside suddenly shouted.

They began to ram the door directly.