After Dying Ten Thousand Times, I Am Too Lazy to Die

They all forgot about me. My name is Gu Chuan. I've died ten thousand times. Every time you die, time goes back. Every time we turn back time, the world resets. The people I saved were strangers the next time I met. The people I killed are still enemies the next time we meet. The person I loved never knew I loved her. Ten thousand times. I remember everything. But no one remembers me. Later I understood. Emotions are a burden and morality is a shackles. Only your cultivation is real, and only your power is your own. I started killing people. Kill those who should be killed, those who should not be killed, those who stand in my way, and those who want to kill me. Kill until everyone is afraid of me. I fought so hard that no one dared to mention the word "Gu Chuan" in front of me. Then one day I had enough killing. I found a deserted valley and built a thatched house. Farming, cutting firewood, and basking in the sun every day. Someone passed by and asked me if I would kill anyone. I said no more killing. Ask me why. I said because we have killed enough. But I know. They will still come. Because this world never allows people who want to lie down to lie down properly. Then do it again. Last time.