I Really Wish There Was a System to Hide Myself
by How Many Cold Autumns Have I Had In My Dream?
About This Novel
System diary. In 213, I suddenly found that something was not right with the host I was bound to. Although we still cooperated happily, and the host cooperated with me very well. In 217, the host inexplicably and easily killed the existence that I judged to be invincible. In 219, I discovered traces left by other systems on the host, and I tried to decipher the information hidden in the traces. In the same year, the information was decrypted and the following information was obtained after sorting it out: Run! He is not human! I seemed to understand something, but at this moment, I clearly felt that the host was different from the past. I had uncontrollable and abnormal fear, and my... Diary came to an abrupt end.
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Your book is actually a suspense? ? ?
I really didn't expect your book to be suspenseful.
Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. In the temple there was an old monk and a young monk. One day, the old monk said to the young monk: "There is not much food in the temple. You can go down the mountain and turn some rice back." The little monk nodded, picked up the bag and went down the mountain, and never came back. The old monk waited alone in the temple for a year. Finally he couldn't hold it any longer, so he put a lock on the temple door and went down the mountain to find the young monk. The old monk climbed over the mountain and came to a vast desert stretching in front of him. He chanted "Amitabha" and did not dare to go forward. At this time, a caravan came by. Knowing that the old monk was going to cross the desert, he generously allowed him to join the caravan and took him across the desert. The old monk was extremely grateful and thanked the owner of the caravan repeatedly. The owner of the caravan waved his hand to him and said, "You're welcome. Bandits are rampant in the desert. I don't know if we can cross safely. I heard that some thieves still believe in Buddhism and will take you to try their luck." The old monk followed the caravan into the desert. The food brought by the caravan was all dried meat and strong liquor. The old monk kept his posture upright, abstaining from alcohol or eating any meat. He only ate the water and dry food he brought with him. Everyone in the caravan said that he was a virtuous monk. When they were halfway through the eight hundred miles of yellow sand, the caravan was captured by thieves, and everyone in the caravan lay dead on the spot. When the old monk opened his eyes, he saw the shining tip of the knife. He shouted. The man holding the knife was stunned and called: "Master." The old monk is not dead. He is very lucky. The young monk he is looking for is among the thieves. He has become the leader and married a wife. When the old monk saw the young monk drinking and killing people, he couldn't help but burst into tears and said, "You are a Buddhist, how can you be so vicious? How can you indulge in greed like this?" The young monk replied: "Buddha is neither cruel nor evil, so why do you want the world to respect him and fear him? Buddha has no greed and desire, so why does he want to accept incense from the world?" The old monk was speechless. The old monk was speechless and stopped blaming him harshly. The young monk continued: "Master, in the past year, I have been away from the mountain and have not returned. I have experienced all kinds of things and tribulations. When I first came down from the mountain, I didn't know the depth of the desert, so I entered it alone. I collapsed from dehydration in less than two days. The person who rescued me was a woman. I didn't know at the time that she was the daughter of a thief. Later I saw her holding a sharp knife, killing people and stealing goods, and I was shocked. I tried my best to persuade her not to do evil things, but she said, these eight hundred miles of yellow sand cannot feed so many people. Some people want to survive, and some people have to die. Would you rather be the one who survives, or the one who dies? It's just that he never kills anyone. I watched them kill group after group of caravans, and I was attacked by groups of thieves. I just enjoy dry food and water with peace of mind, and do not eat dried meat or strong wine, thinking that I am maintaining my integrity. But one day she said to me: 'Do you think that just drinking water and eating only solid food makes you superior to us? Did you know that clean water is snatched from the mouths of dying people, and dry food is taken from the packages of struggling merchants? ' At that moment I was blushing. Later, I ate meat, drank wine, and killed people with a knife. Later, I even broke the precept and married her. After the death of the old leader, I was elected as the leader by the thieves, and killing and stealing became commonplace. " The old monk sighed after hearing this and advised the young monk to go back with him. The young monk shook his head and said, "I can't go back, Master. Besides, the land behind the temple can only keep us two from starving to death. If I don't go back, you can eat alone. If I go back, we can only starve together." The old monk said that if people who follow Buddhism have less materialistic desires, there will be no big problem. The young monk shook his head and said, "Desire is a very scary thing. I heard that there is a famous dish in the southeast. The fragrance floats ten miles away, making everyone salivate after hearing it. The Buddha couldn't bear the temptation and wanted to jump over the wall, so it is called 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall'. You see, Buddha also broke the precepts sometimes, not to mention me?" The old monk said: "That is just a dish name after all. How does it mean that Buddha will really jump out of the wall? I will wait until the day you are willing to return to the mountain." So, the old monk followed the young monk all the time. He watched the young monk leading the thieves to attack the caravan. He stood in the distance and said nothing, only waiting for everyone to die and then went over to bury the bodies. At first the thieves laughed at him, but he treated them calmly and never refuted. Later, the thieves began to respect him and called him master like a young monk. They helped him bury his corpse and learned the scriptures about salvation. No matter how powerful the thieves are, they cannot roam the desert forever. After they robbed and killed a rich caravan, they were targeted by others, and several groups of thieves joined forces to kill them. They panicked and fled all the way. When they finally escaped into a grotto, only four people were left, including the young monk and the old monk. Just when they had no way out and were desperate, the grotto collapsed, blocking out the pursuers. They let out a long sigh, but soon discovered that they would face an even greater desperate situation: in this cave that they could not get out of, there was only enough food for one person to eat for a few days. After knowing this, the old monk meditated facing the broken Buddha statue in the grotto without saying a word. The remaining three people knew that he was going to fast. The three people looked at the little dry food left, swallowed, and divided the dry food into three portions, one for each person, and no portion for the old monk. After the first day, the three hungry people devoured half of the food they had. No one touched the remaining half. They stared at each other's food like hungry wolves. The next day, they started fighting. The old monk sat in front of the Buddha, with muddy tears rolling out of the corners of his eyes. On the third day, the other two people died, and only the young monk was left. His eyes were red, clenched his fists, and walked step by step towards the old monk in front of the Buddha, and stretched out his hand... The old monk was horrified, and without thinking, he stabbed out with the dagger hidden in his body for self-defense. The little monk opened his eyes wide and slowly opened his outstretched hand - the last piece of dry food lay on his palm. Two days later, a passing caravan rescued the old monk from the collapsed grotto. By then he was already dying. The old monk followed the caravan out of the desert and returned to the temple. A few days later, he hanged himself from a beam in the temple. Before putting his neck into the noose, he kept thinking about what the little monk said before he died. He said: "Master, Buddha... Buddha jumped over the wall..."
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I am a sniper. When I was performing a mission today, I crouched down against an American sniper. We both faced off quietly and no one dared to move. At this moment, I heard a kind voice from behind the bunker opposite. I knew that the old beauty couldn't wait any longer, so I set up my gun and fired. But I regretted it as soon as I took the shot. Because he had a Huawei tied to his helmet, I hit him impartially. The United States is indeed cunning and knows how to use Huawei to stop bullets. I hesitated and took out the Samsung note 7 which had not been turned on. I lit a cigarette and thought for a long time before pressing the power button. The phone didn't explode, which made me sigh with relief. Then I silently took out my millet. I often rely on it to keep warm when the nights are cold, and I take out an Apple 7 from my backpack. I captured this on the battlefield, and it can be used now. I only have one opportunity and I can't miss it. Put out the cigarette butts in your hand, and your heart will change. Success or failure depends on this move. I threw the Apple 7 upwards, and then threw the Samsung note 7 to the hiding place of Laomei. I picked up the Xiaomi with the other hand and made the call. There was a loud "boom", and I clearly felt my bunker tremble. I silently took out the last remaining cigarette, lit it and took a deep breath. I won. Just because the old American greedily glanced at the Apple 7 through the scope, but did not snipe the Samsung note 7 which was enough to cost him his life. Tomorrow, who is my enemy and whether I can continue to live is still unknown. I am determined to apply for a Nokia when I go back. I still need a handy melee weapon.
Ahem
I suspect the author is having an affair with someone else
ヾ(●´∇｀●)ﾉWow~ Oops
I have been reading the novel for so long, and I am ready to quit it. I am not ready to play with the official mobile phone anymore. I finally say goodbye to the author. I am very reluctant to part with the novel written by the author. Although there are many chapters that I have not finished yet, I am really happy to read such an interesting novel. The main reason for quitting this time is that I have to recharge. When I finish charging, I will come back and read it a few more times. Also, the author, I want to sell the house to support you, but the landlord refuses.
The introduction scared me
千岁是不是喜欢主角嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿(拿图留赞)
Brief introduction to the story
This is a story about a man who wanted to stop fighting 1VS2 with the old and new wills of all universes, so that he had to take a nap after the fight, so he found a system to pretend that he was not a "survivor" of the old era, but a "five good young people" of the new era. He was wandering around with various second-rate operations and tried hard to maintain his identity and character. The story of the two joining forces to fight one The will of the new and old worlds that was beaten to death worked hard to cooperate with the flawless idiot's extremely lame disguise, so that he would not find out that they had discovered him, thinking that they were going to fight again, and then fight again, so that he would know the fact that they would have been killed if he had used more force in the last fight, and tried their best to pretend that they were blind.
this is a sad story
Hello everyone, I am a system intern. My function is to assist the host to become a perfect male god who is a basketball superstar, a rap emperor, a dancing god, and a singing king. Because I offended the system examiner, my internship task was raised to level x, which is a level above SSS with no upper limit on difficulty. Mission content: Cultivate the mortal sitting under the world tree to enjoy the cool air into a god. It's not that I haven't taken over the task of cultivating mortals into gods, but I'm very confused, why can this mortal sit under the World Tree? No... This man stood up... He was walking towards me... He stretched out his hand... The second before consciousness was about to disappear, I seemed to hear him say something: "Huh? What brand is this... I've never seen it before? Is it new? The function is..." Darkness...endless darkness
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Official(225)Scraped 16d ago
Your book is actually a suspense? ? ?
I really didn't expect your book to be suspenseful.
Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. In the temple there was an old monk and a young monk. One day, the old monk said to the young monk: "There is not much food in the temple. You can go down the mountain and turn some rice back." The little monk nodded, picked up the bag and went down the mountain, and never came back. The old monk waited alone in the temple for a year. Finally he couldn't hold it any longer, so he put a lock on the temple door and went down the mountain to find the young monk. The old monk climbed over the mountain and came to a vast desert stretching in front of him. He chanted "Amitabha" and did not dare to go forward. At this time, a caravan came by. Knowing that the old monk was going to cross the desert, he generously allowed him to join the caravan and took him across the desert. The old monk was extremely grateful and thanked the owner of the caravan repeatedly. The owner of the caravan waved his hand to him and said, "You're welcome. Bandits are rampant in the desert. I don't know if we can cross safely. I heard that some thieves still believe in Buddhism and will take you to try their luck." The old monk followed the caravan into the desert. The food brought by the caravan was all dried meat and strong liquor. The old monk kept his posture upright, abstaining from alcohol or eating any meat. He only ate the water and dry food he brought with him. Everyone in the caravan said that he was a virtuous monk. When they were halfway through the eight hundred miles of yellow sand, the caravan was captured by thieves, and everyone in the caravan lay dead on the spot. When the old monk opened his eyes, he saw the shining tip of the knife. He shouted. The man holding the knife was stunned and called: "Master." The old monk is not dead. He is very lucky. The young monk he is looking for is among the thieves. He has become the leader and married a wife. When the old monk saw the young monk drinking and killing people, he couldn't help but burst into tears and said, "You are a Buddhist, how can you be so vicious? How can you indulge in greed like this?" The young monk replied: "Buddha is neither cruel nor evil, so why do you want the world to respect him and fear him? Buddha has no greed and desire, so why does he want to accept incense from the world?" The old monk was speechless. The old monk was speechless and stopped blaming him harshly. The young monk continued: "Master, in the past year, I have been away from the mountain and have not returned. I have experienced all kinds of things and tribulations. When I first came down from the mountain, I didn't know the depth of the desert, so I entered it alone. I collapsed from dehydration in less than two days. The person who rescued me was a woman. I didn't know at the time that she was the daughter of a thief. Later I saw her holding a sharp knife, killing people and stealing goods, and I was shocked. I tried my best to persuade her not to do evil things, but she said, these eight hundred miles of yellow sand cannot feed so many people. Some people want to survive, and some people have to die. Would you rather be the one who survives, or the one who dies? It's just that he never kills anyone. I watched them kill group after group of caravans, and I was attacked by groups of thieves. I just enjoy dry food and water with peace of mind, and do not eat dried meat or strong wine, thinking that I am maintaining my integrity. But one day she said to me: 'Do you think that just drinking water and eating only solid food makes you superior to us? Did you know that clean water is snatched from the mouths of dying people, and dry food is taken from the packages of struggling merchants? ' At that moment I was blushing. Later, I ate meat, drank wine, and killed people with a knife. Later, I even broke the precept and married her. After the death of the old leader, I was elected as the leader by the thieves, and killing and stealing became commonplace. " The old monk sighed after hearing this and advised the young monk to go back with him. The young monk shook his head and said, "I can't go back, Master. Besides, the land behind the temple can only keep us two from starving to death. If I don't go back, you can eat alone. If I go back, we can only starve together." The old monk said that if people who follow Buddhism have less materialistic desires, there will be no big problem. The young monk shook his head and said, "Desire is a very scary thing. I heard that there is a famous dish in the southeast. The fragrance floats ten miles away, making everyone salivate after hearing it. The Buddha couldn't bear the temptation and wanted to jump over the wall, so it is called 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall'. You see, Buddha also broke the precepts sometimes, not to mention me?" The old monk said: "That is just a dish name after all. How does it mean that Buddha will really jump out of the wall? I will wait until the day you are willing to return to the mountain." So, the old monk followed the young monk all the time. He watched the young monk leading the thieves to attack the caravan. He stood in the distance and said nothing, only waiting for everyone to die and then went over to bury the bodies. At first the thieves laughed at him, but he treated them calmly and never refuted. Later, the thieves began to respect him and called him master like a young monk. They helped him bury his corpse and learned the scriptures about salvation. No matter how powerful the thieves are, they cannot roam the desert forever. After they robbed and killed a rich caravan, they were targeted by others, and several groups of thieves joined forces to kill them. They panicked and fled all the way. When they finally escaped into a grotto, only four people were left, including the young monk and the old monk. Just when they had no way out and were desperate, the grotto collapsed, blocking out the pursuers. They let out a long sigh, but soon discovered that they would face an even greater desperate situation: in this cave that they could not get out of, there was only enough food for one person to eat for a few days. After knowing this, the old monk meditated facing the broken Buddha statue in the grotto without saying a word. The remaining three people knew that he was going to fast. The three people looked at the little dry food left, swallowed, and divided the dry food into three portions, one for each person, and no portion for the old monk. After the first day, the three hungry people devoured half of the food they had. No one touched the remaining half. They stared at each other's food like hungry wolves. The next day, they started fighting. The old monk sat in front of the Buddha, with muddy tears rolling out of the corners of his eyes. On the third day, the other two people died, and only the young monk was left. His eyes were red, clenched his fists, and walked step by step towards the old monk in front of the Buddha, and stretched out his hand... The old monk was horrified, and without thinking, he stabbed out with the dagger hidden in his body for self-defense. The little monk opened his eyes wide and slowly opened his outstretched hand - the last piece of dry food lay on his palm. Two days later, a passing caravan rescued the old monk from the collapsed grotto. By then he was already dying. The old monk followed the caravan out of the desert and returned to the temple. A few days later, he hanged himself from a beam in the temple. Before putting his neck into the noose, he kept thinking about what the little monk said before he died. He said: "Master, Buddha... Buddha jumped over the wall..."
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Female book friends read book reviews! Are there any girls who like to watch male videos? ←_← I'm tired of watching female videos lately ヽ('⌒´メ)ノ Those who are familiar with routine writing cannot be more familiar! But male videos are different! As a girl, I don't know much about boys' thoughts, so I don't feel like there are any tricks. (Fog) (Actually, I haven't figured out what the routine is yet? When I figure it out, I will definitely come to the male channel as a guest author←_←!) And there's more! This article is very interesting (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ To follow the article, just use book coupons≡^ˇ^≡ (I still have one thousand book coupons😄, but they will be gone tomorrow😔) Hahahahahahahaha 😄 I wish the author a great success! Hahahahahahaha!
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Hello, I am Bell-Avatar-Grylls (*´罒`*), and you have now come to one of the most difficult areas to survive in the world - the comment area. If you cannot master the survival rules here, you may not survive even one day. Here, you will meet the most ferocious trolls, and as the number of talented or in-depth comments continues to increase, your living environment will continue to deteriorate (#ﾟДﾟ). Here, you have to know how to use the funny guard correctly, it will drive away those trolls and help you to always maintain a good competition level. Now, you will start your survival journey and try to avoid falling into the dilemma of 0 likes and 0 comments. I wish you good luck and goodbye!ｸﾞｯ!(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧
I am a sniper. When I was performing a mission today, I crouched down against an American sniper. We both faced off quietly and no one dared to move. At this moment, I heard a kind voice from behind the bunker opposite. I knew that the old beauty couldn't wait any longer, so I set up my gun and fired. But I regretted it as soon as I took the shot. Because he had a Huawei tied to his helmet, I hit him impartially. The United States is indeed cunning and knows how to use Huawei to stop bullets. I hesitated and took out the Samsung note 7 which had not been turned on. I lit a cigarette and thought for a long time before pressing the power button. The phone didn't explode, which made me sigh with relief. Then I silently took out my millet. I often rely on it to keep warm when the nights are cold, and I take out an Apple 7 from my backpack. I captured this on the battlefield, and it can be used now. I only have one opportunity and I can't miss it. Put out the cigarette butts in your hand, and your heart will change. Success or failure depends on this move. I threw the Apple 7 upwards, and then threw the Samsung note 7 to the hiding place of Laomei. I picked up the Xiaomi with the other hand and made the call. There was a loud "boom", and I clearly felt my bunker tremble. I silently took out the last remaining cigarette, lit it and took a deep breath. I won. Just because the old American greedily glanced at the Apple 7 through the scope, but did not snipe the Samsung note 7 which was enough to cost him his life. Tomorrow, who is my enemy and whether I can continue to live is still unknown. I am determined to apply for a Nokia when I go back. I still need a handy melee weapon.
Ahem
I suspect the author is having an affair with someone else
ヾ(●´∇｀●)ﾉWow~ Oops
I have been reading the novel for so long, and I am ready to quit it. I am not ready to play with the official mobile phone anymore. I finally say goodbye to the author. I am very reluctant to part with the novel written by the author. Although there are many chapters that I have not finished yet, I am really happy to read such an interesting novel. The main reason for quitting this time is that I have to recharge. When I finish charging, I will come back and read it a few more times. Also, the author, I want to sell the house to support you, but the landlord refuses.
The introduction scared me
千岁是不是喜欢主角嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿(拿图留赞)
Brief introduction to the story
This is a story about a man who wanted to stop fighting 1VS2 with the old and new wills of all universes, so that he had to take a nap after the fight, so he found a system to pretend that he was not a "survivor" of the old era, but a "five good young people" of the new era. He was wandering around with various second-rate operations and tried hard to maintain his identity and character. The story of the two joining forces to fight one The will of the new and old worlds that was beaten to death worked hard to cooperate with the flawless idiot's extremely lame disguise, so that he would not find out that they had discovered him, thinking that they were going to fight again, and then fight again, so that he would know the fact that they would have been killed if he had used more force in the last fight, and tried their best to pretend that they were blind.
this is a sad story
Hello everyone, I am a system intern. My function is to assist the host to become a perfect male god who is a basketball superstar, a rap emperor, a dancing god, and a singing king. Because I offended the system examiner, my internship task was raised to level x, which is a level above SSS with no upper limit on difficulty. Mission content: Cultivate the mortal sitting under the world tree to enjoy the cool air into a god. It's not that I haven't taken over the task of cultivating mortals into gods, but I'm very confused, why can this mortal sit under the World Tree? No... This man stood up... He was walking towards me... He stretched out his hand... The second before consciousness was about to disappear, I seemed to hear him say something: "Huh? What brand is this... I've never seen it before? Is it new? The function is..." Darkness...endless darkness
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Looking at the introduction, it looks awesome.
Invincible text, I'm happy to find another masterpieceヾ(●´∇｀●)ﾉWow~ヾ(❀╹◡╹)ﾉ~
It's an invincible story. It adds a bit of quick travel. The protagonist setting is very interesting. I feel like it should be a single female protagonist.
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