" The Hunter I've chosen..."
Qin Ze muttered to himself.
That was indeed what he saw.
Without his intervention, Little Deer would become a lost child, those Slacking on the Sidelines and the Passerby A would be eaten as snacks by the monsters, the Scholar would pay an unbearable price for his talent, Brother Yuanzi would be betrayed by Laoliu Liu, and Brother Biao would be betrayed by the company.
But there's still one thing he doesn't understand.
Where did all these " Qin Ze "s come from?
Old Xing once said that the Time Storm he entered was Abyss.
That would make sense in Chaos World.
After all, countless " Qin Ze " have searched for answers in the Chaos.
But the Abyss... he only arrived there after he woke up.
Qin Ze muttered to himself, "So, did I actually time travel...?"
The timeline continues to change.
He then witnessed the Hunter facing life-or-death crises.
But each time, a Qin Ze would somehow manage to resolve the situation by chance.
There was nothing about Fairy.
Qin Ze couldn't help but ask, "Has her life been so smooth sailing?"
Brother Devour offered an idea. "Is it possible that it's because she was in the eye of the storm?"
Qin Ze said, "You mean my luck affected her?"
Brother Devour nodded.
Qin Ze scratched his head.
He's becoming more and more of a riddle-maker.
By this point, Qin Ze had collected a great deal of energy, but his spirit remained unchanged.
The scene changed, and this time Qin Ze appeared in his own bedroom.
On the bed lay another Qin Ze.
He's just not in good condition.
Because it was about to crack open.
Qin Ze was all too familiar with this situation.
Not long ago, he had just experienced it in the world of " I Reckon ".
Looking at Qin Ze, who lay on the bed like a porcelain doll, groaning in pain, the Dharma King clicked his tongue in amazement. "So, there's precedent for this kind of splitting."
Qin Ze glanced at the electronic calendar on the wall, his expression changing slightly.
Do you remember what day it was when I traveled through time?
The clones immediately launched into a heated discussion.
"Of course I remember, April 1st, April Fool's Day."
"Good heavens, the moment he opened his eyes he was receiving electrotherapy. Even the Dharma King Master has developed psychological trauma from the shocks."
Am I the only one who thinks the mental hospital version is the most interesting?
Yes, child, you're all alone.
"Sigh~ I kind of want to get my shot, Sister Wang."
"I'm too embarrassed to call you out on it, but you really want Sister Wang's black stockings, don't you?"
"Pretty much, they're all about the same."
"..."
The topic of clones has started to veer off course again.
Qin Ze looked at the digital calendar on the wall and said, "Today is April 1st."
A Bing exclaimed, "Yay! We're going to time travel again soon!"
His Dharma King: "Great! I can shock you now!"
Qin Ze stared at his cracked body on the bed, his thoughts racing.
The living room door opened, followed by the sound of high heels clicking on the tiles.
A moment later, the Fairy pushed open the door and entered.
Seeing the scene on the bed, the Fairy's expression remained calm, as if she had long been accustomed to it.
The Fairy came to the bedside and, using her own Flesh and Blood as needles and her soul as thread, quickly stitched up the shattered Qin Ze.
In just a few seconds, the cracks in Qin Ze's body and soul on the bed disappeared.
Standing to the side, Qin Ze looked at the Fairy with a complicated expression.
The Fairy's sewing process was so smooth and seamless; one can only imagine how many times she had done it to achieve such skill.
The Fairy looked exhausted, and her body swayed precariously.
Suddenly, a white light flashed across her body.
The original Fairy disappeared, and was replaced by Qin Yu and Xia Huai'an.
Although Qin Ze had expected it, seeing it with his own eyes still surprised him.
The clones on the Local Area Network are also making a lot of noise.
"It's a combined ultimate technique!"
"What's wrong with that? We can do that too."
"That's true, we outnumber them."
"..."
Xia Huai'an sat down in the chair, while Qin Yu sat on the edge of the bed.
"How long are you planning to keep sewing like this?" Xia Huai'an asked.
Her bare feet landed on the floor, and immediately a patch of lush green grass sprouted from the ground.
Qin Ze looked at the feet and said, "So, the plant element is Huai'an's innate ability, and the fusion ability is..."
As he spoke, Qin Ze looked at Qin Yu.
Qin Yu reached out and touched his little brother's face, replying, "Stitch it until it doesn't tear anymore."
Xia Huai'an sighed softly, "He started like this three years ago, and you've sewed it up for him a total of twenty-seven times."
"From Demigod to seventh rank."
Qin Ze was startled; his older sister was actually terrifying.
Xia Huai'an continued, "If you keep sewing like this, you'll risk your life sewing him."
Qin Yu said, "I can remove the Twins Constellation mark..."
Xia Huai'an interrupted her, "That's not what I meant."
" Qin Ze is your brother, but he's also my brother."
"To solve a problem, we need to find its root cause, not just treat the symptoms without addressing the underlying issue."
Qin Yu was silent for a moment. "A voice told me that I am its source, and that is the meaning of my existence."
Xia Huai'an shook his head helplessly.
She stood up and said, "Let's go. His condition has stabilized. We need to go to Sea Capital ourselves."
The two women quietly closed the door and left the house.
The room was quiet, with only the two of them remaining.
One is Qin Ze, and the other is also Qin Ze.
Looking at himself lying on the bed, Qin Ze murmured, "So I've cracked more than once. My older sister paid such a high price for me..."
The "perfect combination" found after an entire era.
Without a doubt, Qin Yu was the safeguard he had found for himself.
Qin Ze, still half asleep, opened his eyes on the bed.
He seemed drunk, staggering out of bed and then staggering away from home.
Qin Ze quickly followed.
He wanted to find out exactly what happened on the day he traveled through time.
Having just woken up, Qin Ze walked along the bustling street, babbling incoherently, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing.
Let's play a thrilling game of Gomoku.
"Damn system, die!"
"If you're not guys, who are you all?"
"Where did you get this from now?"
"Mortals, come quickly to pay homage to His Majesty the Dark Night Lion King."
"..."
The Pretty God who followed closely behind saw all of this.
The Dharma King couldn't help but say, "This mental state... seems very familiar, doesn't it?"
Thousand Faces said, "I feel like everything has returned to one."
A Bing: "So the Pretty God is actually made up of us."
Onmyoji: "Yay! I'll assemble the head!"
All eyes of passersby were focused on Qin Ze, who seemed to have "gone mad" with his cultivation.
"Such a good child, it's a pity he went mad."
"You know nothing. He's collecting Cullinan fragments now, already heading in the direction of an old-school artist."
"I think he's mentally ill."
The Pretty God twitched the corners of his mouth; now he understood why he woke up in a mental hospital the moment he opened his eyes.
Soon, an ambulance from a mental hospital arrived.
Several doctors quickly restrained Qin Ze and carried him onto a stretcher into the ambulance.
Qin Ze muttered to himself, "The time travel has begun."