Qiu Wu resurrected his life, but found that some fate could not be changed by relying on foresight and experience.
My mother still died in front of the blocked hospital, and a diploma from a prestigious school still couldn't buy her dignity. In this precision-operated system, whether her screw was round or flat had minimal impact.
She accepted her fate. Her ambition to start over again was gone. She just wanted to keep her decent job and live out a life marked by her civic value. But fate wants to take away even this humble luxury.
Just before he was successfully framed by his competitor, a line of words popped up on Qiu Wu's retina:
[Lingfu Awakening: Draw inferences from one instance]
In this nest star that is clearly divided into white, blue, green, yellow, red and black, is spiritual gift a tool for ordinary people to escape from prison, or is it a better way for the small group of people at the top of the pyramid in the white area to control the public?
Qiu Wu decided to take a gamble and use his spiritual gifts to leverage this machine that had crushed hundreds of millions of people.
This time, she didn't want to just survive.
Intention: Don't give up
