Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 247 What has happened before will happen again

The one-eyed old man’s surname is Wang, and he has been the president of the association for more than 30 years.

Although he took up this position at the invitation of his good friend, he worked diligently during his tenure and even did something that previous presidents had not done, namely, allowing the association to have a certain degree of autonomy.

Before he met that certain person, things were going very smoothly, and he estimated that it wouldn't be long before the association could further break away from the chaebols and corporations.

But after the battle of Mushan, everything changed.

Not only did the association lose the opportunity to make further progress, but the entire world pattern was also rewritten.

And now, he himself had to accept Xuan Jun's power to preserve the remaining parts of the association.

To the outside world, the messenger's transformation lasts only a few moments, but from the perspective of the transformed subject, it seems like an eternity.

He could no longer remember how many lives he had gone through in the hazy darkness, nor did he know if he was still the same person he used to be.

The only thing that is certain is that his anger has never subsided, and he hates that dirty company and the damn upper-class masters even more.

"I didn't have the power to fight them before, but it's different now."

The old man opened his eyes. All the possibilities that belonged to him were either wiped out or integrated into his body, becoming part of his strength.

There is only one path left for his future, no other possibility.

Now, even if those top forces join forces to strangle him, he can escape unscathed, not to mention the Helvetica Company.

His strength and confidence were swelled at this moment, and the first thing he did after opening his eyes was to look around the office.

He did not see the dark shadow from before, nor did he feel the gaze of the scarlet eyes. The room was empty except for the Ring Messenger who had completed his transformation.

Chen Xingzhi had already left, and he didn't even leave any instructions for the old man.

Because his messengers do not need his instructions; what the messengers think about is the goal he wants them to achieve.

"Via, Helveys Company, Original Magic Completion Project." The old man's pupils were stained with blood, just like the eyes of a time worm.

"Things like that shouldn't exist."

He took a step forward, and the moment he hit the door, his body deconstructed into countless lines, sinking directly into the cracks in the dimension, wandering on the other side of the real world.

Through multi-dimensional perception, even if he is not in the real world, he can still determine his relative coordinates. At the same time, he can use the convenience on the other side of the world to quickly reach his destination in the real world.

"This should be the closest node."

He sensed a point without size or thickness, and without hesitation controlled the line he had transformed into to drill into it.

In an instant, colors filled his vision again, and various invisible light bands were captured by him, allowing him to determine his specific location and the location of the target.

A trace of anger appeared on the old man's originally calm face, and a long and sharp limb stretched out from the shadow, extending to a distance and scratching twice.

Then a wailing sound was heard.

"Ah!! Why are my legs gone?!"

A man in a suit fell to the ground. He looked at the bloody wound on his right leg with a look of horror.

Just now, his right leg suddenly disintegrated into countless lines and disappeared in front of him, leaving only a bloody wound with a smooth cut surface.

The two soldiers following behind him were also startled by this sudden situation, and they searched the surroundings vigilantly with guns in hand.

"Tell me quickly, was it you who did this?!"

The man in the suit suddenly rushed forward hysterically, grabbed Weiya's shoulders and pressed her to the ground.

Weiya did not resist at all. She just stared blankly at the two bodies lying on the ground, the light in her eyes had long lost.

Those were her mother and brother. Before she returned home, they were killed by the three people from the Helvetica Company. The reason was to further force out her inner despair and sadness so that she would be more in line with the needs of the "Completion Project".

Via didn't understand what the completion plan was. She was completely overwhelmed by sadness, and even if something unexpected happened to the man in the suit, it couldn't move her numb heart.

"Do you want to rewrite this ending?"

The whisper echoed in her ears, but did not bring her back to consciousness. "With my help, your mother and brother may still be able to survive."

This sentence seemed to trigger some key words, making Wei Ma's dull mind active again.

"Do you have any way to revive them?"

She knew that time reversal was no longer effective and the dead could never be resurrected, but no matter what, this was her last straw.

The moment she responded, purple mist emerged from the void, and in the blink of an eye, she was transported from her home to an unknown dimension.

"Rewinding time is not the only way to revive the dead," the great being in front of him said, "I also know a variety of techniques to revive the dead."

This is a lie. In fact, Chen Xingzhi only has two technologies that can truly resurrect the dead.

One is the Immortal Sand Soul-Restoring Talisman, and the other is the information decompression technology he recently developed based on the completely collapsed past timeline.

The first technique is suitable for people who carried the Immortal Sand Soul-Resurrection Talisman before death, and the second technique is suitable for situations where the timeline collapses, which is now.

Its essence is to find the information you need from the messy past timeline, extract it and transfer it to the present, just like those individuals that appeared out of thin air not long ago, in essence, people from a certain point in the past were moved to the present.

"Make your choice now, accept my power and become my messenger, or give up this opportunity."

Chen Xingzhi looked at the girl without joy or sadness, waiting for her to make the inevitable decision.

The result was not beyond his expectations. Weiya accepted his power and completed the transformation into a messenger.

In exchange, he extended a tentacle into the completely collapsed past and brought back information about her mother and brother.

The unknown dimension in front of him collapsed bit by bit. When Weiya woke up, he saw the three people from the Helveys Company lying in a pool of blood. A tall figure was looking down at him, his eyes full of concern.

The moment the two scarlet gazes met, the old man instantly understood one thing, that is, Weiya had also been transformed into a messenger.

"Did you promise Him?"

"Yes." There was a vague telepathy between the messengers, which made Weiya know who the old man was talking about.

"You shouldn't have agreed to His request. He is too dangerous. No one knows what He really wants."

"But only He can resurrect my family."

Two balls of light flew out of the girl's body and merged into the bodies of her mother and brother, confirming her words.

When the old man saw this family reunion scene, he was slightly stunned and didn't say much.

"The 323rd information decompression is complete. Compared with the first few times, the information obtained this time is more complete."

Chen Xingzhi compared various data and gradually improved the information decompression technology.

"The more I study time collapse, the more I feel that the elves' purpose is not simple."

The purpose of the world will is easy to guess, it is nothing more than promotion, but the elves are different. He has no idea what purpose they are trying to achieve by disrupting the timeline.

"Maybe it has something to do with that divinity." This was one of the few guesses he thought was more likely.

A vague prayer sounded, and Chen Xingzhi put down his work and cast his eyes somewhere in the world.

“What has happened before will happen again.”

"The worm of time is here now, the worm of time was here before, and the worm of time will always be here in the future."

It was a circular temple, where a group of believers who believed in the Worm of Time were forming a circle and performing a ceremony.

They were not believers developed by Chen Xingzhi himself, but people who had glimpsed his Time Worm aspect in their dreams or at other times.

This existence, which was far beyond their understanding, easily reshaped their worldview and led them to spontaneously develop a belief in the circle.

"Maybe, we can go and take a look." Chen Xingzhi's mind moved, and the only two ring messengers had some strange feeling.

They felt it, someone was calling the ring.

(End of this chapter)