I was poisoned by my fiancée in the third year of the end of the world, with a glass of poisoned wine and full of betrayal.
When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the seven days before the disaster.
[Death rollback system activated]
Death is not the end, it is the beginning of loading! Every time I die, I rob the murderer of 72 hours of memory; every time I go back, the world line tilts towards me.
The 37 bloody scars on my left wrist are the medals of my rebirth.
In this life, I will not be the savior, only the mourner!
He pressed his green tea fiancée into a ten-layer cake in public, intercepted samples of the military's SSS-level virus, and laid out the doomsday empire seven days in advance.
Iceberg scientists cracked the genetic lock for me, the black market poison queen took charge of the dark web for me, the mecha war goddess fought alongside me, and the blind queen mother stopped destroying because of me...
They are not vases, they are my anchor against the pollution of death, and they are also the sharpest knife in my hand.
When high-dimensional observers arrived and thought that humans were just bacteria in a petri dish, I was already sitting on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with my fangs exposed.
"You ask me why I can predict your prediction?" "Because in your time, I have died 1,000 times!"
