I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

Chapter 163 The Second Cycle, Preparing to Integrate

The smell of engine oil, the sound of strumming, and the dust kicked up.

Lin Yan leaned against the tire, looking at the punk girl in front of him, his eyes twitching.

Did you reload the save file and restart?

He looked down at his hands and saw that he was not missing any arms or legs.

Touching her chest again, she found that the marks of Saya and the mermaid were still quietly there.

Just now in the church, he clearly used the power of separation to instantly kill that old godfather with a single snip of his scissors.

Instead of the instance breaking, he ended up dying while waiting.

First, the group of believers turned into monsters. Before the monsters could even make a move, an unreasonable force crushed him to pieces.

"Grass!"

Lin Yan cursed under his breath.

This place is so crappy, it seems we can't just flip the table and start over.

I don't know where this immense power came from, but it didn't just kill me; it chose to keep me alive.

Oh well, what's done is done.

Since a direct confrontation won't work, let's try a different approach.

Lin Yan is not one to engage in internal strife; when problems arise, solving them is the simplest approach.

Besides, he's a man who knows the ending.

Since killing the BOSS directly would cause the world to collapse, wouldn't it be possible to break this deadlock by avoiding the fire at the crucial moment and saving the nun?

Lin Yan made up his mind, then stood up and grabbed Sister An's wrist.

"What are you doing? Looking for a beating!"

Anjie was enraged by his sudden offense and shouted back like a wild cat with its fur standing on end.

She flung Lin Yan's hand away and grabbed an empty beer bottle from the side, intending to smash it over his head.

Listen.

Lin Yan not only didn't dodge, but stared at her with a serious expression.

Sister An was genuinely taken aback by his gaze, and the beer bottle froze in mid-air.

"I'm not from here, and what I'm about to say might seem absurd, but I have to tell you."

"I know you're planning a show, but you can't go, because you'll die there!"

Sister An frowned, looking at him as if he were a lunatic.

Lin Yan stared into her eyes and revealed his biggest trump card.

"That night, the workshop door would be locked from the outside."

"Someone will pour gasoline and set a huge fire that will burn you all to death inside!"

"My guess is that it was most likely done by the old godfather of town, your father!"

The band members who were tuning their instruments all stopped and looked at each other in bewilderment.

One of them was about to rush up and argue with Lin Yan, but was held back by the people next to him.

Anjie's face instantly turned cold.

Her hand holding the bottle trembled, as if she wanted to smash it but couldn't find a reason to.

She looked ashamed and indignant, and rather disheveled.

Are you crazy?

As if a sore spot had been touched, Sister An smashed the beer bottle in her hand at Lin Yan's feet in anger.

"Where did this mad dog come from, spewing nonsense here!"

"It's none of your business what I do! Get out! If I ever see you again, I'll tear your mouth off!"

After saying that, she grabbed the bass guitar next to her and walked out of the warehouse without looking back.

Well, he told others to get lost, but he got lost himself.

Lin Yan stood there, watching her angry back as she walked away, and shrugged.

Although the nun refused to admit it, he knew that his words had successfully planted a thorn in her heart.

If she doesn't rehearse or organize that performance in the future, the course of history will be changed.

However, Lin Yan once again underestimated this illusion.

The next night.

Lin Yan was hiding on the roof of the factory's employee dormitory, eating a cold steamed bun, pondering how to further dissuade Sister An.

I don't know whose body this is, there's no extra money on it at all.

Suddenly, a burnt smell drifted through the night air.

Lin Yan covered her nose and turned away from the wind.

Hmm? That's not right!

He realized what was happening and stood up, looking in the direction of the factory.

That's where Sister An and the others usually rehearse; right now, flames are shooting into the sky!

"Oh shit!"

Lin Yan threw down the steamed bun and ran wildly towards the fire.

That's not right! According to the original timeline, that fire shouldn't have happened this quickly!

The nun was clearly burned to death during a performance, and the performance is still in the works, so how could she have been burned so quickly?

When Lin Yan arrived at the factory gate, the fire was already completely out of control.

Just as the diary entry stated, the front door was locked.

"Sister An!"

Lin Yan shouted through the crack in the door; he hadn't given up yet.

Soon, a violent coughing sound came from inside, followed by the sound of banging on the door.

She's still alive!

"Get out of the way!"

Lin Yan's eyes turned red with anxiety, and he directly activated the ripple mark.

50% of the deep-water authority is activated.

"Water changes with the heart!"

He tried to draw moisture from the surrounding air and send it through the cracks in the door to extinguish the fire.

He added water, but the fire didn't get smaller. He added another stream, but it still didn't work.

He changed his approach and decided to use a high-pressure water gun to flush out the iron lock.

But what happened next filled him with despair.

The moment the water touched the flames outside the door, it vanished without a sound!

He then realized that the water hadn't been boiled away, but rather swallowed up!

This is not a normal physical flame at all.

Lin Yan thought that by revealing the secrets of heaven, he could change history.

But what he said to the nuns before, what he said about the fire, probably didn't change anything.

It's possible they just moved the time forward.

With a loud bang, the factory roof collapsed amidst the flames.

Lin Yan failed to break down the iron gate, and thick smoke instantly engulfed him.

An aluminum lunchbox fell onto a discarded tire.

"Feed".

The nun's voice rang out again.

Lin Yan opened his eyes. Engine oil, electric guitar, dust—just like always.

Sister An stepped forward and kicked the tire again.

"New stage manager, huh? Stop pretending to be dead."

"Get up right now and move those two broken speakers onto the platform!"

The third time.

Lin Yan slumped on the tire, looking up at the tin roof.

Experiencing death twice in a row is hardly a happy thing.

You cannot use your authority to violently kill the BOSS, otherwise the world will collapse and restart.

You can't force a change in the timeline by spoilers; they'll correct everything.

In 1988, there were no shortcuts.

Lin Yan sighed, as if resigned to his fate.

Suddenly his expression changed, as if he had remembered something.

The second point seems a bit absolute; if the timeline cannot be changed, then this instance is unsolvable.

If that's the case, I won't be able to get out no matter what.

Perhaps the previous methods were too hasty.

However, there is no better way right now. The only solution is to be an ordinary person and honestly integrate into this era.

Follow the story step by step, to understand the struggles she went through, and to share her despair.

Only by reaching the final point can we untangle the knot in her heart.