I sell Coke in the doomsday

"Now, I need someone to step up and help me do something."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes moved, as if they were moved by what I had just said. But I waited for a long time and no one stood up, as if they were still afraid of me.

Just when I was getting impatient and wanted to give up, a thin young man in the crowd raised his right hand tremblingly and shouted unconfidently.

"Can I?"

I breathed a sigh of relief and waved gently to the young man.

"Come on, anyone can do it."

Hearing this, the young man seemed to gain a little more courage. With a determined look on his face, he squeezed out of the crowd and ran quickly to me.

He was thinner than he looked from a distance, like a long bamboo pole, and looked a little shy. When he stood in front of me, he stopped talking, as if he didn't know what to say.

"name."

"Weekend."

“What a nice name.”

"Smoking?"

"No...I can't."

I took a cigarette out of the box and put it to Weekend. His lips trembled with fear and he held the cigarette in his mouth tremblingly.

I took out a lighter and lit the cigarette in Weekend's mouth. Weekend took a puff awkwardly, and then was choked and couldn't straighten his back, coughing loudly.

As he coughed, I put away the cigarette box and did not light a cigarette for myself. Instead, I spoke slowly.

“Although I have been in this base for a year, I don’t know the people here.”

"For the next three days, I won't do anything. Everything is up to you."

"You can choose some people you think are capable. Don't ask me what you should do. Just guess it yourself."

"I guessed right. You may be the new leader of this stronghold in the future."

"That's it. I don't have anything else to say."

I spread my hands to Weekend, turned back to the wooden platform, continued to sit on Sun He's body, turned my back to everyone, and said nothing more.

After a while, I heard footsteps, but those people were getting farther and farther away from me. When I turned around again, I found that there was no one behind me.

What a pity! I was hoping that someone would sneak attack me when my back was turned to them, so that I could kill someone again to establish my authority.

However, when I looked at the more than ten corpses on the stage, I couldn't help laughing. I had already killed people to establish my authority.

Seeing everyone retreat, I stood up, grabbed Sun He's body by the legs, and dragged him to the center of the wooden platform. Then I dragged the dozen or so bodies on the platform to Sun He's side.

After doing all this, I tore down the curtain on the wooden stage and covered the corpses with it. Under the white curtain, the corpses looked like an irregular small hill of earth and were no longer so eye-catching.

I tore off the white robe I was wearing, lit it with a lighter, and threw it on the curtain. At the same time, I took out the cigarettes in my pocket, took out the remaining cigarettes, sat lazily in the pool of blood, held the cigarettes neatly in my hands, and lit them one by one.

"One for each of you, it's a token of my appreciation."

As I spoke, I threw my lit cigarettes into the gradually burning fire. I kept one cigarette for myself and threw the rest into the flames.

Respecting gods and worshipping ghosts has always been a saying, but I have no feelings towards those who died at my hands.

Life needs a sense of ritual, just like now, looking at the blazing flames, I tore off the filter of the last cigarette, then put the whole cigarette in my mouth, chewing the tobacco inside.

When a person is living a very boring life, doing something extraordinary and strange seems to make him feel a little more alive.

The flames grew bigger and bigger, gradually spreading to the entire wooden platform. I chewed the bitter weeds in my mouth, turned around, jumped off the wooden platform, and admired the fire.

The scorching flames swayed with the wind direction, turning all sins into ashes in the fire.

Ah, I really want to set the whole world on fire.

Such morbid thoughts have appeared in my mind more than once.

After so many reincarnations, I finally changed.

I fell in love with the feeling of killing, I fell in love with the feeling of pain, and I also felt from the bottom of my heart that when a corpse turned into ashes bit by bit in the flames, it was an extremely beautiful sight.

The fire burned for a long time, continuing into the night, and reduced the entire wooden platform to ashes, revealing the high platform behind it that was originally used to imprison me.

The wooden stake used to bind me had turned to ashes in the flames, but the blackened bloodstains around it still remained.

The wooden platform was built outside the residential area and there was nothing burnt around it, so as the fire burned the wooden platform, it gradually went out, leaving only a puff of black smoke that slowly dissipated.

I didn't bother with the entire stronghold, nor did I care about the subsequent results. I just sat there, dazed like a stone.

As the night deepened, the sound of insects chirping could be heard all around me, making a lot of noise. At the same time, I heard the sound of light footsteps approaching slowly.

A moment later, a cute little girl, holding a fairy tale book, sat next to me, blinking her big eyes, without any fear.

I looked at the little girl next to me, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I chuckled softly.

"What's wrong, Zisu?"

Zi Su frowned cutely, stared at me for a long time, then spoke with his mouth pursed.

"Brother, you seem to have changed."

Hearing this, I was stunned, then I spit out the tobacco that I had been chewing for a long time and said nonchalantly.

"Isn't this normal? Anyone who is hung in this kind of hellish place for a whole year and subjected to the same torture as lingchi will become like this."

What’s more, I now have almost a thousand years of memories in my head.

Zi Su tilted his head slightly, thought seriously for a long time, then whispered while kicking his feet.

"That's not the case. I thought you, big brother, would not forgive the people in this stronghold."

I was stunned for a moment, looking at Zi Su's little face in surprise. She was innocent and ignorant, but seemed to be able to see through all my disguises.

Yes, I have never thought about forgiving anyone, nor do I want anyone to forgive me.

I would not feel any guilt even if I destroyed the entire stronghold because of the pain and hatred that the Corpse God Cult brought to me.

However, in this game of gods, the hatred that made me feel so deep in the beginning seemed insignificant in this cycle that lasted for thousands of years.

However, this does not mean that I would want to let the people in this stronghold go.

"Yeah, I thought about just leaving and not bothering with these people anymore."

I smiled gently, placed my palm lightly on Zi Su's little head, stroked it slowly, and spoke slowly.

"But after thinking about it again and again, I think there is still someone in this base who is worth my staying."

Zi Su seemed to understand but not quite, and asked innocently.

"Brother, who is that?"

I paused for a moment and sighed helplessly.

"You are my little girl, you called me brother, so I have to do something for you."

At least, this time in reincarnation, I won’t have to live such a hard life, and I won’t have to be separated from my mother by death.

"I am from the future, and you helped me a lot in the future."

When Zi Su heard this, his eyes lit up. It seemed that all children particularly liked the topic of the future, and they were full of longing every time it was mentioned.

"Then... Brother, tell me, what kind of person will I become in the future."

Hearing this, I was stunned for a moment. Looking at the innocent and lovely Zi Su in front of me, my mind couldn't help but think of the heroic girl who loved to look at the stars in my last reincarnation.

"The future has changed. No one can decide your future now."

"You've changed my fate once before, and you'll do the same this time."

"So, I don't know what kind of person you will be in the future."

“But I believe that it must be a future worth looking forward to.”

Zi Su shook his head as he listened, as if he couldn't understand what I said. He pouted and spoke in a daze.

"It seems like I'm going to be very powerful."

I burst out laughing, snapped my fingers on Zi Su's little head, and spoke softly.

"You don't have to become something great, just live an upright and happy life."

"Well, go to bed, it's getting late."

At my urging, Zi Su said goodbye to me reluctantly, shook her neat black hair, and left.

So, I was alone again.

"call……"

I let out a long breath, feeling a little regretful. Why didn't I leave myself a few more cigarettes during the day?

The night was long, but I didn't feel sleepy at all. The huge and complicated memories in my mind came flooding back again. Those disgusting scenes of life and death, and the scene of Tongtong looking at me and crying silently, played out in my mind again and again.

In countless reincarnations, even if everything starts over again, I am the only one who retains my memories, walks the same path, and faces the same unchanging ending.

I feel like I have never been so lonely. Pain, resentment, anger, numbness, these are all me. I am like a powder keg about to explode. The quieter it is, the crazier I become.

Nicotine can temporarily numb my senses, but now I don’t have a cigarette in my hand, and can only be tortured by those terrifying memories.

It's so annoying, just let me sleep for a while.

I took out the pistol from my arms again, put it under my chin, slowly moved my finger to the trigger, and slowly closed my eyes.

"Really bad."

I whispered the last words and pulled the trigger. The dull sound of gunfire echoed throughout the stronghold. As blood splattered, my body fell straight down and landed in the dust.

Chapter 11 Doctor

When the bullet passed through my head, those annoying memories, those memories that made me sad, finally stopped invading my sanity.

I finally understood why the me inside that body said these memories were an accumulation of mistakes.

The human brain is simply incapable of carrying a thousand years of memories. Especially once the valve is opened, new memories will flood in like crazy before I can forget these memories.

Under these memories, I sometimes forget where I am, my thoughts are confused, and I think I am still at a certain point.

So when the bullet went through my head, I felt a brief moment of relief.

At this point, I finally understood that the damn god really wanted to drive me completely crazy.

After a brief death, I woke up in darkness, with cold stones against my face, bringing a hint of coolness to my gradually heating body.

I fumbled to sit up, looking at the new blood on the ground, blending with the previously black bloodstains, as if to draw a crazy painting.

Crazy, violent, and reckless, I envy him to death.

I rubbed my forehead, looked at the blood-stained pistol in my hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally put the pistol away.

It is better to refrain from this addictive form of self-harm.

I sat up straight and wiped the blood off my face. When I looked back, I saw a timid figure standing not far away in the darkness, shrinking and not daring to come forward.

Looking closely, it was the weekend that I had entrusted with an important task during the day.

It is a bit of a stretch to say that I entrusted him with an important task. I just picked someone at random. I thought that since he dared to step forward first, he must have some skills.

Of course, I don't rule out the possibility that he is just an ordinary person with self-confidence.

I asked Weekend expressionlessly while rubbing my neck.

"Do you have anything to say?"

With the cold moonlight, I clearly saw Weekend's body tremble. He seemed to still be afraid of me, and maybe he had witnessed the self-harm I had just done.

Yes, even if I am immortal, my self-mutilation behavior just now is really abnormal in the eyes of outsiders.

Although he was afraid, Weekend had no chance of escaping and could only whisper to me with a fearful look on his face.

"Chief...I do have something to say."

I waved to Weekend and spoke softly in a slightly perfunctory tone.

"Come closer, you're standing so far away, I can't hear you clearly."

Weekend swallowed his saliva, and walked slowly towards me as if he was going to die. As he got closer, I could see clearly that he was holding a pile of messy papers in his hands, which seemed to be some records.

"Master Chief, today during the day I counted the occupations of everyone in the base before the apocalypse. Please take a look."

Looking at the respectful Weekend in front of me, I also felt a little unnatural, because I myself was not sure whether this young man in front of me had died in my hands in the hundreds of reincarnations in the past.