Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

It is difficult to say what level of strength the time traveler has, but it gives Zhou Ning the confidence to go back in time and turn the tide.

Feeling the completely unfamiliar power within him, Zhou Ning stopped and said calmly to everyone, "Wait here for a moment. I want to try again."

"What do you want to do?" Meredith looked at Zhou Ning with some confusion, but the players around him seemed to have noticed something. Since the first version of Apocalypse, Wayne Stewell has always been trustworthy and has never let anyone down.

"We need to go back 1 minute and 20 seconds." Zhou Ning didn't answer them, but silently raised his head. Deep in his left eye, an illusory clock shadow emerged, a bit like the Time Spirit's Keke Emperor. At this moment, the hour and second hands spun backwards frantically, and in a flash, the afterimage disappeared.

Zhou Ning saw time begin to reverse, and his teammates retreated deep into the old city. From a God's perspective, the huge blood ball hanging in the air collapsed into countless blood drops again, and the majestic black lightning struck the sky backwards, and the ubiquitous death and misfortune began to dissipate.

On the streets, countless residents who had wandered the streets and turned into ghosts were transformed into living humans again.

In a corner of the trade zone, Leonardo's mother turned back into a human from the state of the undead. She had just walked a short distance from the house and wanted to find Leonardo, who was running at full speed from the eastern suburbs towards the trade zone.

The little girl Sylvia was still huddled in the corner, waiting for someone to pick her up.

Mrs. Tulin and Mr. Tulin, who was sitting in a wheelchair, returned home in reverse, looking at each other in confusion. Mr. Tulin seemed to sense something and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Layers of thunderclouds began to pile up in the sky again.

That was the coincidence that Little Broken Book had just created, trying to destroy the nodes of the six workhouses.

A faint smile appeared on Zhou Ning's deep and serious face. He snapped his fingers and time reversed and stopped.

It didn't matter that no one knew at this point what he wanted or would do for the city.

He clenched his fists, then released them. Without hesitation or pause, he rushed directly towards the last workhouse he had just observed.

.........

"What's happening here?"

In the Darklan Fortress, the little broken book that had burned itself due to the backlash caused by its attempt to control the gods was once again covered by the blazing white flames.

Compared to the others, it was the only one to notice a shift in the timeline. Just now, it discovered that several new paths had suddenly appeared on the fateful path leading to the final outcome.

It tried to turn the pages in the blazing flames, and lines of text re-condensed on them:

"I saw the tiny (crossed out, his strength was still acceptable) Wayne Stewell intervene in the final outcome. He killed the Dark Spider Mother Matalita's divine descent and tried to disrupt the Ascendant Ritual."

"He is indeed powerful, but Darklan's fate of destruction is unavoidable."

"At this moment, another powerful creature from the spirit world sensed the call of Carl Robbins' life force. Oh my god, I was burned unconscious and forgot that Carl Robbins was dead! (Heavy deletions and redactions)"

Facing its own impending combustion, it immediately drew countless yellow figures kowtowing on the page:

“The goddess who spins the threads of fate;

“The embodiment of all life;

"The great being who knows and can do everything!"

"Great Goddess, this humble little book feels that it can still be salvaged!"

Somewhere at the bottom of the spiritual ocean, a sea giant was trekking at the bottom of the spiritual ocean with a sunken ship in his hands. Compared with ordinary sea giants, this sea giant had scars all over his head, and his eyes showed both indomitable spirit and vicissitudes of life.

Dirty brother!

Then, he seemed to sense something, sneezed loudly, and continued to move forward while mumbling.

If the sea giant had a game panel, it would likely have something like this:

"Congratulations, you've awakened your Observation Haki!"

Then, while the little book was silently waiting for the goddess' response, it also intended to observe more information about this destiny path through the destiny route. But in the next second, the blazing white flame became more intense. Wayne Stewell reached out and grabbed it in his hand, trying to extinguish the flame, but to no avail.

In an instant, the little broken book was completely burned to ashes and turned into tiny starlight.

A moment later, a slightly green whirlwind descended, and the torn book re-formed in a burst of green light. It opened the pages again, and wrote solemnly on them:

"Thank you, great goddess. Thank you too, Wayne Stewell, will you be my master?"

"The situation during the Ascendant Ritual has changed. As expected, the other Wayne Stewell has once again demonstrated his extraordinary abilities. Not even the Dark Spider Mother, Matarita, can stop him, and even I can't observe any more information. I really hate these illogical things. Do you know how much psychological damage every illogical failure can cause to a book?"

"At this moment, another powerful creature from the spirit world sensed this dream and fell asleep. Considering that spirit beings also need to sleep, this is a coincidence, but it is also quite logical. Haha, with certain coincidences and the power of the goddess, even a powerful creature from the spirit world cannot resist me."

"In the third dream, it will dream that it is an evil god with the power to destroy the world. Thunder is its weapon, intending to destroy everything that can be destroyed."

The next second, a green vortex appeared beside the sea giant who was still walking on the seabed. The sea giant only had time to let out a sad and angry roar.

The others present also saw these absurd words and were silent for a moment before Colin Strachey interrupted the silence:

"Just in case, I'm going to go underground to Darkland Fortress to prepare a contingency plan to ensure the ceremony is not interrupted."

"Others, make all preparations. The Great Goddess is watching us."

……

Trade zone.

Zhou Ning seemed to have turned into a shadow, walking slowly but actually quickly in the dark streets of Darkland. For some unknown reason, after going back in time, there were too many cultists, druids from the Church of the Goddess of Life, and spider phantoms attacking Zhou Ning along the way.

But often before they could get close, or just as they got close, their bodies would freeze instantly, and then pale golden flames would suddenly burn on their bodies, like lit torches, and the scene was extremely impactful.

In just 30 seconds, Zhou Ning had crossed the entire street and stood in front of a workhouse.

Behind his slightly lifted windbreaker, several massive spider phantoms still blazed with golden flames. As they charged towards Zhou Ning, they burned out completely, leaving no trace. Zhou Ning cast a deep gaze forward, his lips devoid of a smile.

At this time, thunders were still roaring in the sky, and silver-white electric snakes were bombarding the entire workhouse in turn. At this time, at the other end of his field of vision, an evil and powerful breath of a god was rapidly descending along with a beam of light.

A moment later, a huge spider-like monster took shape in the lightning, with four illusory spider legs growing on both sides, exuding a powerful divine aura.

It turned out to be the case.

Zhou Ning suddenly realized something and lowered his hat with a snap. There were still about 40 seconds left. Although time was urgent, it should be enough!

The power of the time traveler has never been weak. Zhou Ning suspected that it was close to or even reached the seven-color level.

Over countless years, he had traveled through countless worlds, taking on various incarnations, each with its own past and ever-expanding history. He had been through so much.