The Wuliang Chairman

Qin Yiguan returned to the battlefield once again.

At this moment, everything around them was still, or in Qin Yiguan's perception, their time flow was extremely slow, almost to the point of stillness.

I looked up at the black sun in the sky.

It was as if I could see AKI's twisted and ferocious face, and hear his sharp roar.

Qin Yiguan turned his head slightly.

Look at prisoner 001.

But it was the president's voice that echoed in his mind, "He suffers from [murderer syndrome]. He cannot control the violence and killing within him. He has slaughtered tens of thousands of people. In his own universe, he is listed as an extremely dangerous prisoner. He willingly accepts imprisonment and continuous injections of anesthetics; this is his way of suppressing himself."

Bang!

Prisoner No. 001's head was pierced by a spike.

His bewildered expression seemed to suddenly clear, revealing a hint of relief.

Qin Yiguan's eye twitched violently.

Consciousness Matrix recovery level: 0.0000122%.

' Brain Abnormal Zone A04 [Maniac Syndrome] recovery level: 0.000009%'.

"Higher Self" Slaughterer, Awakening Level: 0.0003%.

At that very moment, Qin Yiguan felt a sharp pain in his brain, a pricking sensation in his throat, and a metallic taste of blood spreading through it.

"When the number of its counterparts dies reaches a certain threshold, the original entity will also die."

Qin Yiguan staggered slightly, "Everyone's Sacrifice is meaningless, I will die too!"

"There, people who like to sleep in tombs are like those dressed in Qin Yiguan."

The president's voice continued to echo in Qin Yiguan's mind, like an unavoidable reminder.

Qin Yiguan looked to his left, where he saw himself, who had just crawled out of the mud, standing in the pit, head tilted back, his gaze calmly fixed on the spikes on his forehead.

He suffers from "Living Dead Syndrome" and is extremely misanthropic.

"But he eventually found a way to alleviate the ailment: sleeping in a grave. It made him feel truly dead; the dark, damp, and enclosed environment gave him immense peace of mind."

"From the perspective of his illness, he found a way to treat himself."

"And [the Living Dead Syndrome] is the root cause of the Victim."

The chairman paused, "Because there are tens of thousands of 'him' who have all found ways to suppress [the Living Dead Syndrome], the Gemini Superbrain balanced the data of the Victim, and you lost your self-healing ability."

Bang!

The boy in the grave had his skull pierced.

But his smile was more liberating than anyone else's; he fell backward with a genuine smile.

Consciousness Matrix recovery level: 0.000099%.

' Brain Restricted Zone A10 [Living Dead Syndrome] Recovery Level: 0.00001%'.

' Victim the "Higher Self," Awakening level: 0.0002%.'

Qin Yiguan suffered that inexplicable internal injury again, but strangely, another faint power seemed to have revived within his body, becoming active and slowly and subtly healing him.

The Qin Yiguan at this time.

My mind was in a state of extreme contradiction, and my Pupil were dilating inch by inch.

With so many "selves" dying one after another, and his abilities gradually recovering, perhaps in the end he will be able to defeat AKI and protect his homeland... Qin Yiguan, however, cannot calmly "enjoy" all of this.

And in that very moment...

The Dishwasher, wearing a cross around his neck, quietly appeared in front of Qin Yiguan.

He smiled and said, "I actually knew a long time ago that the cross was just a very ordinary piece of metal, but this ordinary piece of metal carried Boss Meng's selfless love. Moreover, the longer I wore it, the more I realized that, unknowingly, this cross also carried my hope—my hope of becoming a normal person."

The president's voice rang out, "The Dishwasher used a virtual spiritual anchor to heal a virtual [Gestalt Collapse]. Before long, he will truly recover and become a normal person. But as you know, recovery from an illness equals the loss of abilities. This is the wrong answer for you."

But then, at this moment...

The Dishwasher reached for the cross on his chest, ripped it off, and hung it on a dead tree nearby.

He stretched out his arms, his smile widening. "Look, I seem to have fully recovered."

then.

The Dishwasher, still with his arms outstretched, slowly turned to face the dark sun, and gently closed his eyes. "Boss Meng, I did it. I have no regrets."

Bang!

The Dishwasher's head was pierced.

The silver cross swayed slightly in mid-air, jolted by the splattered blood.

Qin Yiguan's heart suddenly clenched, as if stabbed with needles.

He didn't know whether this was the pain caused by the death of his counterpart, or... simply heartache.

Consciousness Matrix recovery level: 0.0003%.

' Brain Dark Zone A06 [Gestalt Collapse] Recovery level: 0.009%'

' Higher Self ' Black Calamity, Recovery Level: 0.00089%.'

In the distance, Jiu Zhengxuan was about to have his chest pierced by black spikes.

Qin Yiguan stared at the black world and suddenly sensed a trace of the power of [Gestalt Collapse]. Although the perception was very weak, Qin Yiguan was able to mobilize it.

A thin thread extended from the darkness, wrapped around Jiu Zhengxuan's ankle, and dragged him sideways for 3 meters, dodging the attack of the Black Matter spikes and saving his life.

Jiu Zhengxuan turned around in shock, "You... you can actually use Reality Enhancement?"

Qin Yiguan's eyes were moist, and he couldn't stop laughing.

Slowly turn around.

I saw the pajama boy I met in the Multiverse No. 999, sitting quietly on the ruins not far away.

The sleazy-looking middle-aged man sat down next to him, holding a laptop with the 'P' keycap missing, looking up at the dark sun in the sky.

"Um..."

"Countless individuals sacrificed their lives to pave the way for one person."

"Some of them are so moving and inspiring, they have an epic feel to them."

"But if I wrote a plot like that, I'd be torn to shreds by readers."

I've decided to change it.

The middle-aged man picked up his laptop and began typing rapidly, "The ending of this ultimate battle will not be a tragedy. No one will have to die, because..."

But then, the boy in his pajamas smiled slightly and pointed at the middle-aged man beside him, who then vanished like a bubble.

Goodbye, Uncle.

The boy in his pajamas smiled serenely, then said with a touch of melancholy, "The ending is already decided, there's no 'because'..."

The president's voice echoed in Qin Yiguan's mind, "The boy in pajamas forced himself to sleep and dreamt of an author uncle who wrote a separate world for him. Therefore, the boy's dream will no longer interfere with anyone, which is equivalent to sealing the Dream General's abilities. This is also a wrong answer; he shouldn't exist."

AKI roared hysterically, "How come there are so many Qin Yiguan clones?!"

The boy in his pajamas had his head pierced through.

His 'sleep' clock was also covered in cracks, and then it shattered into pieces.

Suppressing his inner pain, Qin Yiguan, "I finally understand why Qin Variants chose [Conscience-Free Syndrome] to be the president. Only a president like that can accomplish everything without any inner turmoil!"