Outside the [Simulator]'s Light Screen.
"You've got to be kidding!"
Chen Fan was genuinely stunned—his Simulated Clone had laid his cards on the table? He had told Wang Hao that his [Golden Finger] was a Simulator?
Wait, no.
The most unbelievable part was that, even under these circumstances, the [Simulation Choice Function] hadn't triggered. What did that mean?
Chen Fan knew that every appearance of the [Simulation Choice Function] counted as a reminder from the Simulator.
—it meant that the Simulated Clone's choice in that incident would affect how the simulation unfolded afterward, making it extremely important.
But this time, nothing?
In other words, whether the Simulated Clone told Wang Hao about his Golden Finger or not, whether he laid his cards on the table or not, it wouldn't affect the outcome of this tenth ordinary simulation in the slightest!
Just as the Simulated Clone had said at the time:
"I will inevitably fall. That is the ending They desire, and it will also be the game I set up. I want to verify something."
In this [tenth ordinary simulation], your Simulated Clone would inevitably fall.
—that was the ending every being desired, including the Simulated Clone himself.
"In the end... am I still being played?"
Chen Fan lowered his eyes, unsure how to put his feelings into words.
The Simulated Clone had said that he had been trapped in a Death Trap from the moment he opened the [Chat Group].
In other words, the Higher-Dimensional Existence of the [Chat Group] had set its sights on him from that very moment?!
What a fucking underhanded bastard!
How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this?!
After this [tenth ordinary simulation] ends, can I still choose [Golden Talent: Chat Group]?
No, wait!
I can!
*After choosing it, all I have