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That night, Stein did not sleep all night.

The lights in the room were always on, but the soft warm light could not dispel the gloom in his heart.

The city was eerily quiet shrouded in darkness, but the occasional sound of a car engine sounded unusually harsh to Stein's ears.

He sat in the armchair in the study, staring at Terence Tao's diary in front of him, the last sentence still lingering in his mind:

"Hmm... that person wouldn't be me, right?"

Stein tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep.

But the questions in his mind came like a tide, pulling him back to Tao's hypothesis again and again.

Until the east turned white, he still couldn't calm down.

Its daybreak.

The early morning sunlight shone into the study through the curtains. Stein stood up and felt his body as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

He walked to the window, opened it, and the cold morning breeze blew in his face, slightly relieving the boredom in his mind.

Looking back at the desk, his eyes fell on the screen of his mobile phone. The device that had been silent all night was now lit, and the screen was densely packed with missed call notifications.

From the Pentagon, the White House, the Jewish tycoons...

These caller IDs were like death warrants, coldly reminding Stein of his identity and responsibilities.

As an American think tank, Stein has played an extremely important role in the global hegemony layout over the past century.

In this complex and precarious situation, everyone is counting on him and relying on his judgment and strategy.

However, at this moment, Stein felt an indescribable fatigue.

"It's a terrible feeling to have all the weight on one person's shoulders."

He did not answer any calls, but put his phone back on the table in silence.

He needs time, needs to calm down, and more importantly, needs answers.

Stein, who is fluent in multiple languages, slowly sat back in his chair and turned on the computer in the study.

Skillfully typing on the keyboard, he searched for a keyword:

"Chinese novel."

The webpage loaded quickly, and countless book titles emerged like a tide——

"Battle Through the Heavens", "Douluo Dalu", "The Great Ruler", "Sword Comes"...

Although these book titles are unfamiliar, they are full of a strange attraction.

He took a deep breath and began to gradually narrow his search, eventually settling on a specific category:
“Urban fiction.”

He quickly scanned the results:
"The Strongest Abandoned Son", "The King's Avatar", "The Golden Eyes", "The School Beauty's Personal Bodyguard"...

The titles of the books flashed before my eyes one by one.

He did not have any special feelings for these novels, but was just curious about what stories they told.

Several hours passed.

Among hundreds of novels, Stein finally stopped at a work called "Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Cultivator".

This book tells the story of a cultivator who has been practicing for 500 years in the Tribulation Period and is reborn in the city to make up for his regrets and pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger.

Stein opened the first chapter and quickly browsed through it.

The protagonist of the book is named Chen Beixuan, a being who returned from the world of immortal cultivation and does not follow any worldly rules.

He kills anyone who stands in his way, and he is invincible.

The protagonist Chen Beixuan punches the island country, steps on the United States, and shocks the world!
Almost all the powerful countries on the earth were severely suppressed by Chen Beixuan and had no power to resist.

If you look at it from the perspective of Daxia readers, this book is so cool!

A thoroughly enjoyable article.

Stein watched and suddenly stopped. His brows furrowed deeply, and an incredible thought came to his mind:
"This plot...why does it seem so familiar?"

He closed his notebook, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes. The image of Chen Beixuan became more and more vivid in his mind.

"If Chen Beixuan were replaced by a supernatural being... or the Great Summer Mosquito God..."

His brain began to reconstruct the plot, like some kind of instinctive verification.

The extraordinary creature punches the island country, steps on the United States, and dominates the world!

Almost all the powerful countries on Earth have been bullied by extraordinary creatures!
His breathing suddenly became rapid, and his heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.

He suddenly stood up from his chair, blurting out in a trembling voice:

"Case solved!"

Stein held the notebook tightly, standing in the middle of the study, his eyes dull, and he couldn't help muttering:
"If this world is really a novel, then..."

"The protagonist is a supernatural being!"

At this moment, he seemed to see through everything, and yet seemed to have lost control of everything.

His worldview was completely overturned at this moment, and endless fear followed.

Stein slumped in his chair, his fingers trembling slightly.

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

His thoughts were in a mess, as if he was swept away by an invisible torrent.

"The protagonist... a supernatural being..."

He repeated it in a low voice over and over again, as if trying to calm himself down with these simple words.

But this attempt was of no avail.

The plots of the novels, the contents of Terence Tao’s diary, and the various events that happened in reality...

These fragmented clues were frantically pieced together in his mind, gradually outlining a panoramic picture that was impossible to look at directly.

If this world really is a novel...

Then everything can be explained.

Why can extraordinary creatures control extraordinary powers, completely breaking the common sense of human science?
Why does it ignore all rules and crush the powerful countries with overwhelming force?
Why does even the United States, the world hegemon, seem so powerless?
"Because it is the protagonist... All of us are supporting roles, and the purpose of our existence is to set off the protagonist."

Once this idea was formed, it quickly devoured Stein's rationality like a virus.

The air in the room seemed to freeze, with only the clear ticking sound of the clock on the wall.

Stein felt his heartbeat quickening in sync with this rhythm.

"No, it can't be... there must be another explanation..."

He stood up suddenly, almost staggered towards the computer, and opened the browser again.

He began searching for more novels, trying to find something that would overturn the conclusion he had just reached.

However, no matter which novel he opened, it seemed to have some subtle similarities with reality.

The more Stein looked, the more desperate he became.

These novels are like a microcosm of his world, except with a different protagonist and a different perspective.

Finally, Stein slumped back in his chair, covering his face with his hands, trying to hide his eyes that were trembling uncontrollably.

However, the words in Terence Tao's diary reappeared in his mind:

“Is it possible that I am also a character in a book?”

The cold wind poured into the study through the window, rustling the documents and miscellaneous items.

Stein stood up, walked to the window and pushed it open with force.

Outside the window is a bustling city. As the sun rises, the number of pedestrians and vehicles on the road gradually increases.

Everything seemed to be in order, but in his eyes it became absurd and magical. (End of this chapter)