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Chapter 1123 Beep Beep Beep

When Roy was reborn for the 243rd time, he completed all the action sequences the moment he opened his eyes: he stopped the alarm clock with his right hand, pulled out the pistol from under his pillow with his left hand, and rolled to the other side of the bed. The sniper's bullet outside the window precisely passed through the place where his head was just now and embedded in the wall.

"Good morning, asshole," he said to the air, his voice filled with robotic precision.

This was a perfect opening after more than 7.62 deaths. Every second was calculated to the extreme, like a program code that had been run countless times. He could even tell by the sound of the bullet breaking through the air whether it was a 50mm or . caliber sniper bullet.

[System prompt: Assimilation rate 99.9999%, plot completion 92%]

Roy - now he was completely sure that he was this person - walked to the closet and took out the pre-hidden tactical vest from the secret compartment. Each pocket of the vest was filled with equipment in a fixed order: magazine on the upper left, medical kit on the upper right, blasting capsule on the lower right
"Kraven will send the mechanical hound today." He muttered to himself as he put it on. "We need to prepare additional electromagnetic pulse grenades."

This was not a guess, but an experience engraved in muscle memory. In the 189th cycle, he had encountered a pack of mechanical hounds on the same date. That time he was torn into seventeen pieces.

In the bathroom mirror, the man's eyes were like a stone with its edges and corners worn off. The stubble on his chin always remained at a length of three millimeters - this was precisely calculated so as not to affect the tightness of the gas mask while maintaining the image of a down-and-out hero.

The battle in the subway tunnel unfolded as expected. Twelve militants, three sniper positions, and two traps. Roy shuttled between them like dancing a ballet of death, his bullets always missed by a hair's breadth. When the last enemy fell, his bullets were just used up.

"Turn right, 30 meters, ventilation duct." He panted and muttered, digging his nails into the bullet hole in his left arm to stop the bleeding. "Dr. Wu will appear in three minutes and twelve seconds."

But when he kicked open the laboratory door, the scene before him caused a crack in the perfect performance.

Dr. Wu, who was supposed to work alone, was tied to a chair with a pulse pistol pressed against his temple. The gun was held by a young woman in a white research coat - a character who never appeared in the script.

"Mr. Roy." The woman smiled and drew a circle with the muzzle of the gun. "You are 4.6 seconds later than predicted."

Roy's gun barrel swung between the two. The experience accumulated from more than two hundred cycles suddenly failed, and his fingers began to tremble slightly.

“Let her go,” he heard himself say, but the second half, “or I’ll blow your head off,” got stuck in his throat. Because this scene wasn’t in the script at all.

The woman tilted her head: "Why don't you ask who I am?"

The lights in the lab suddenly flickered. In the intervals between light and dark, Roy saw a mechanical blue light flashing in the woman's left eye - exactly the same as Kraven's modified soldiers, but more advanced and more humane.

[Serious warning: Unknown plot entity detected] The system's sound has a noise for the first time, [Immediate evacuation recommended]

"You are..." Some deeply buried memory fragments suddenly pierced the surface of consciousness, "System maintainer?"

The woman smiled, and that smile reminded Roy of something long forgotten—that he had once been someone else.

"Call me Debugger 07." She pulled the trigger, and Dr. Wu's head exploded like a watermelon. "It seems that the cleaning procedure missed something."

When the pulse pistol turned, Roy's body reacted before his consciousness. He pounced on the right laboratory table so skillfully that it seemed as if he had rehearsed it thousands of times - in fact, it was true, but the target had never been this weapon.

The blue plasma beam melted half of the laboratory. In the high temperature, something deeper was also melting.

"You tampered with the plot!" Roy roared behind the bunker, his voice suddenly taking on Zhao Wuji's tone, "This is against the rules!"

No. 07 leisurely replaced the energy battery: "Interesting. You actually still remember the concept of 'plot'."

Another plasma beam grazes Roy's ear. In the burning pain, a large number of memory fragments burst out: the red seats of the movie theater, the reflection of the blue-ray disc, the dazzling high beam of the truck.
[Emergency protocol initiated] The system's voice was intermittent, [Will awaken soon. Memory overwrite to be implemented]

Roy fell to his knees with a severe headache. He saw his fingers disintegrating into green data streams and then reorganizing into flesh and blood. The figure of No. 07 split into three in the painful and distorted vision.

"They didn't tell you the truth, did they?" 07's voice came closer and farther away, "This is not some movie world, but a quantum cage created by Kraven's time weapon. The system is just an AI parasitic in it."

A piece of memory suddenly falls into place: Zhao Wuji has seen this theory on a film review website - the hidden ending of "Leadership Level" suggests that the entire cycle is a simulated battlefield created by the villain.

Roy - Zhao Wuji's consciousness rose like a tide - used his last strength to rush to the emergency button under the laboratory table. This was the life-saving device that Dr. Wu would remind him of in every cycle, but he had never actually used it.

"Goodbye, debugger." He smashed the shield and slapped his palm on the red button.

The world began to pixelate. Dark. But not the dark that it had been before the rebirth.

Roy floated in nothingness, with countless fragments of memory flashing around him: his son Joey's smiling face when he rode a bicycle for the first time, his wife Gemma's scream when she was dragged away by Kraven's men, and... an employee card with the three words "Zhao Wuji" written on it.

[Final selection node] The system's voice became unusually clear, [Actor Zhao Wuji, please confirm:]

Two curtains of light unfold in the darkness:

The left screen showed a perfect ending: Roy sacrificed himself to destroy the time machine, and his son ran on the sunny lawn. The edges of the picture began to yellow and curl, like old film.

The right screen shows a blurry real world: the ECG monitor on the hospital ceiling, the parents’ red eyes from crying, and the Blu-ray disc of “Leadership Level” next to the bed.

No. 07's voice came from far away: "The system will only show you what it wants you to see. Remember, time is not a cage."

".Love is the key." Zhao Wuji unconsciously added the second half of the sentence. This was the line he thought of in the first loop, but he never had the chance to say it out loud.

The picture on the left screen suddenly froze.

As the quantum cage began to collapse, Zhao Wuji did something that the system could not predict - he reached out and touched two screens at the same time.

[Error! Unresolvable behavior pattern!] The system alarm sounded shrilly, [Executing forced termination.]

But it's too late.

Roy stood in the core room of Kraven Base, holding the detonator in his hand. This was the 245th time he came to this scene, but it was the first time he noticed the small words engraved on the console: "To the real Roy - J"

J. Gemma. He almost forgot that his wife was also a top physicist.

"This time is different." He said softly as he pressed the detonation button, not to the system, but to the man named Zhao Wuji in his memory, "Thank you for the reminder."

In the shock wave of the explosion, the time machine burst into an unprecedented blue light. Kraven screamed and was sucked into the quantum vortex, while Roy... no, now he was both Roy and Zhao Wuji, standing firmly in place.

Because this time he pressed the door handles of both worlds at the same time.

In the hospital in the real world, Zhao Wuji's fingers suddenly twitched.

Doctors rushed into the ward amid the beeping of the monitor. No one noticed that the Blu-ray disc beside the bed was glowing strangely, and Roy's eyes on the cover seemed to blink.

On the lawn of Movie World, little Joey ran toward a vague figure. When the figure bent down to hug the child, the face in the sunlight sometimes looked like Frank Grillo and sometimes like a strange Asian man.

"Dad," Joey pointed to the sky, "does that cloud look like a key?"

The man looked up. The camera zoomed out, and above the clouds, two entwined halos could be vaguely seen—like the two sides of a Möbius strip, forever connected yet independent of each other.

"You have been formatted by the system. Do you want to use the resurrection card to return?"

"Use, return immediately"

Zhao Wuji climbed out of the space capsule tiredly and called Li Jingling immediately.

"Beep beep, beep beep"

busy tone.

The signal was busy several times in a row.

"Beep beep, beep beep"

"Beep beep, beep beep"