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Chapter 1121 Protagonist-level response

"Ding, you've been killed. Do you want to use the resurrection card to escape the scenario?"

"Fuck, use it, who killed me?"

"My cache data has been cleared by the main system. I have no idea who it is, but based on probability, it should be a human killer hired by the union."

"You don't even know?"

"I am just a program written by Li Jingling. It can be connected to the main program. Its main function is to help you use the resurrection card immediately, so that the main program will not swipe your resurrection card according to the script."

“It seems you still have a lot of room for improvement.”

"Not much. In order to reduce interference from the main program, my functions are very fixed. It's just that ordinary people can't understand it."

"I understand. You are just a program. You may have many modules, but you are not a digital life. In order to avoid interference from the main program, you have reduced the function interface as much as possible and added as many protective shells as possible."

"That may be the case. Please consult my design engineer Li Jingling for details."

“You are pretty good too.”

"Thank you for the compliment, have fun"

Zhao Wuji returned to reality and found that his memory was not completely erased. He thought to himself, "This crowd performance system is like a white glove. The so-called protection is just to help use the resurrection card immediately. It's quite useless, but it's better than nothing. For example, if Shao Zhen had this white glove, he might not have been transported through time by himself."

Zhao Wuji then opened the life expansion system store and spent 100 million at one time to buy 10 resurrection cards.

"Ordinary people have a limit on the total number of resurrection cards they can have, but people in the Life Extension Bureau don't. I don't know if this is a loophole? Or is it job protection?"

"It should be job protection. After all, it is impossible for an average police officer to earn 500 million in his lifetime, let alone take out 100 million at a time like me."

"System, here I come again"

"Ding, the random scenario "Leader" is activated."

The blinding white light engulfed everything.

When Zhao Wuji opened his eyes again, the first thing he felt was the rough touch of the bed sheet beneath him. He blinked, and the mottled water stains on the ceiling came into view - this was definitely not a hospital ward.

“Where is this?”

He sat up suddenly, a severe headache hit him. The room was filled with the smell of cheap whiskey and tobacco, and empty bottles and a revolver were scattered on the bedside table. Outside the window, the early morning sun shone through the gaps in the blinds, casting mottled light and shadows on the floor.

Zhao Wuji looked down at his hands - they were a pair of hands covered with calluses and scars, definitely not the hands that an ordinary office worker should have.

"What's going on?"

His voice was husky and deep, with a thick American accent. It was definitely not his voice.

A rapid knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Roy! I know you're in there! The rent is two weeks late!" a rough male voice shouted outside the door.

Roy? The protagonist of "Leader Level"?

Zhao Wuji's heart suddenly shrank. He staggered to the bathroom, and the face in the mirror struck him like lightning - it was Frank Grillo's face, to be precise, it was Roy Purv, who he played in "Leader Level".

“I became the protagonist?”

Just as he was in shock, a cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind:

[Actor safety system has been activated. Welcome to "Leader Level", actor Zhao Wuji. 】

Zhao Wuji was so scared that he took a step back and almost knocked over the toilet.

“How did I become the protagonist?”

[This system will ensure the safety of the actors during filming, but please note: the script must be strictly followed and the main plot cannot be modified. Violations will trigger the plot correction mechanism.]

Zhao Wuji's brain was working rapidly. He immediately understood his situation - he had traveled through time and space and became the protagonist. Li Jingling's system naturally activated the corresponding docking module and was forced to act according to the script.

"Wait, if I have to follow the script, won't I have to experience countless deaths?" He thought of the scene in the movie where Roy was tortured by various killers, and his stomach ached.

[Correct. But please rest assured, I will follow the plot to ensure that you will not actually die and will not waste your resurrection card. However, the pain perception will remain 100% real according to the script. ]

“Damn it!”

The knocks on the door became more urgent. "Roy! If you don't open the door, I'll call the police!"

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath. According to the plot of the movie, the next step should be
He suddenly remembered something and turned his head to look out the window - a reflection flashed by in a window of the building opposite.

Sniper!
In the movie, Roy was shot in the head by a sniper when he opened the door to deal with the landlord.

"Fuck the script!" Zhao Wuji rolled over and hid in the corner, while reaching out to grab the revolver on the bedside table.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the handle of the gun, a strong electric current ran through his body. His body suddenly stood up uncontrollably and walked towards the door mechanically like a puppet. [Warning: Violations detected. You are not allowed to obtain weapons or change plot points in advance.]

"Let me go! I don't want to be shot in the head!" Zhao Wuji roared in his heart, but his mouth shouted uncontrollably to the outside of the door: "It's coming, it's coming, stop rushing!"

His hand automatically went to the door handle and he turned it slowly.

[The system will make its first correction. Please note: every violation will accelerate the memory cleansing process by the script.]

The door opened.

Zhao Wuji saw the landlord's angry face - the fat man with a big beard, exactly the same as in the movie. The next second, his vision suddenly turned red, and severe pain exploded from his forehead.

The last thing he heard was the dull sound of the bullet piercing his skull.

dark.

Then there was a blinding white light.

Zhao Wuji opened his eyes suddenly and found himself back on the bed. The morning sun was still shining outside the window, and the revolver was still on the bedside table.

"I died? I'm alive again? I don't even need a resurrection card?"

He touched his forehead tremblingly, it was smooth as before, without any wounds, but the pain of being hit by the bullet still remained clearly in his memory.

[Welcome to the first cycle, Zhao Wuji.] The system's voice sounded again, [Please strictly follow the script to avoid triggering the correction mechanism.]

Zhao Wuji's brain was working fast. He had watched this movie too many times and remembered every death scene clearly. In theory, he could use this knowledge to avoid some unnecessary pain.

"If I have to follow the script, at least I can choose a less painful way to die, right?" he asked tentatively.

[It is theoretically feasible. However, the system detects that there is a serious tendency to cheat in your mind. It is recommended to adjust your mindset immediately, otherwise the memory cleaning program will be activated. ]

Zhao Wuji swallowed his saliva. He remembered the "memory cleansing" mentioned by the system and shuddered.

The knock on the door sounded again.

“Roy! I know you’re in there! The rent is two weeks late!”

This time, Zhao Wuji decided to follow the script and see what happened. He walked to the door while keeping an eye on the movement outside the window. Sure enough, the reflection appeared again.

The door opened.

boom!
Another headshot.

Darkness. White light.

Zhao Wuji couldn't remember how many times he had woken up. In the first nine times he died, he tried various methods: hiding in the bathroom, trying to escape through the window, and even shooting himself in advance. But every time he violated the rules, the system would force him to make corrections, and the punishment became more severe each time.

On his third offense, he was forced to undergo a chainsaw dismemberment procedure.

After the fifth violation, the system tripled the time it allowed him to stay conscious while being burned to death by a flamethrower.

Now, he has learned his lesson.

"Follow the script, follow the script," he walked mechanically towards the door.

This time, when the bullet pierced his head, he even felt a sense of relief - at least it was a quicker way to die.

After the twentieth cycle, Zhao Wuji discovered something was wrong.

He stood in the bathroom, staring at "Roy" in the mirror, and suddenly couldn't remember what he originally looked like.

"My name is Zhao. Zhao what's that?"

[Unstable fluctuations in actor's memory detected.] The system's voice sounds almost cheerful, [This is normal. As the plot progresses, you will better integrate into the role.]

“No! This is not right!” Zhao Wuji punched the mirror, and the reflection in the cracks turned into countless Roys. “I am Zhao Wuji! I am not Roy Purv!”

[Correction: You are now Roy Purv. Please complete your character arc - a father who awakens to save his son.]

There was a knock on the door as usual.

Zhao Wuji walked towards the door mechanically. This time his will to resist was much weaker. When the bullet hit him, he didn't even feel particularly painful.

In the last moment before he lost consciousness, he tried to recall his true identity, but only a few fragmented images remained in his mind: a movie disc, a friend whose name he could not remember.
“Roy! I know you’re in there! The rent is two weeks late!”

Zhao Wuji - no, now he completely believed that he was Roy - rubbed his temples and walked towards the door.

The strange thing is that today he always feels something is wrong, as if he has forgotten something important. Sometimes, some strange fragments of memory will suddenly flash: a thing called "system" and the strange name "Zhao Wuji"
But when he tried to grasp the thoughts, they slipped through his fingers like sand.

The door opened.

boom!
His last thought before his death was: "I have to save my son"