End of the World: Copy 23 trillion gold at the beginning

"Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, try putting a leaf under a microscope and magnifying it 100 million times."

The words of the young man with messy hair made Lin Feng, who was investigating through telepathy, instantly confirm the truthfulness of his words.

Noticing that Lin Feng's attitude had softened, the young man with the chicken-coop hair took a deep breath and continued:

"I couldn't believe it at first, but the moment I saw you, I was convinced that all this was true. And from what I understand..."

Lin Feng, with a chicken-coop hair, suddenly stopped talking.

"What do you know? Tell me!" Lin Feng stared at him with complicated eyes.

Lin Feng, with his chicken-coop hair, calmed himself down and took a deep breath: "This phenomenon is..."

Before he finished speaking, a deafening roar suddenly rang out.

They saw more than a dozen fighter jets forming a diamond formation, cutting through the sky and whizzing past their heads. The missiles mounted under the wings flashed with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

The air defense sirens in the distant city sounded almost at the same time. The sharp sirens and the roar of fighter engines intertwined to form an unsettling and piercing noise.

"I'm sick!"

Lin Feng was furious and swung the Blade of Judgment in his hand violently, and a cold blue light shot up into the sky.

In an instant, the engines of more than a dozen fighter planes were quickly covered with frost, and spider-web-like ice cracks spread on the wings.

The pilot's terrified cry for help came from the radio. The out-of-control fighter plane dragged a long trail of ice mist and fell to the ground like a giant bird with broken wings, with violent explosions erupting one after another.

Lin Feng didn't care about this. He once again cast his gaze on the young man with messy hair and ordered in a cold voice: "Continue."

The young man with the messy hair was so nervous that his voice trembled. "No... sorry, where were we just...? Could you remind me?"

"What do you think this phenomenon is, as far as you know?"

"Right, right, right! This phenomenon is the self-awareness of characters in fictional works. When obsession is strong enough, it forms an energy capable of breaking through dimensional walls. It is this energy that resonates with the laws of the world you live in."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand a word you say. If that's true, then my existence in your world is a mistake, right?"

"If you insist on understanding it this way, I can't help it."

Hearing this, Lin Feng's face changed from gloomy to bright. He suddenly threw a notebook to the young man with messy hair: "If that's really the case, then I order you to resurrect all the people in this notebook!"

The messy-haired boy flipped open the book, looking troubled. "If you do that, this novel will be completely messed up..."

"I don't care if it's messy or not, I'll change it if you ask me to!"

"Just change it, don't be impatient."

The boy with messy hair opened his laptop helplessly and started to modify the plot.

He changed the relatives of Liu Yan, Zhao Jingyi, Su Sheng, Liu Yun and others in the notebook to say that they went through untold hardships in the apocalypse and finally arrived in Songhai City, where they were taken in by Lu Shicheng who was guarding the city.

What's even more outrageous is the story of Dazhuang's wife and children. He actually wrote that they crawled out of the cemetery on a stormy night and became high-level earth-type mutants.

Looking at these absurd plots, Lin Feng's eyelids twitched, and he secretly complained in his heart: No wonder this kid's novel can't pass the review and he can't sign the contract. This is not just bad writing, it's completely illogical. Even a dog would shake its head after reading it.

What's even more bizarre is that his conversations with the boy with messy hair, and even his inner thoughts, are automatically converted into text and appear in the novel document.

The young man with the chicken-coop hair looked at these automatically generated texts, feeling aggrieved like a punching bag, but he dared not speak out:

"What are you going to do next? You can't stay in this world forever, right?"

"I've become a target of public criticism here, so I'd better go back."

"Then how about I write in the novel that you hold the divine blade of judgment, suddenly split the void, and return to the novel world. And then you and your women live a shameless life from then on?"

Lin Feng was about to nod when he suddenly noticed that on the last page of the novel document, there were more than a dozen messages urging for updates:

"Why is there a request for updates on this novel? Didn't you say it wasn't signed or published?"

"In fact, I have been very puzzled and couldn't figure out what was going on for a while."

As the young man with the chicken-coop hair spoke, he clicked on the details of the request for update, which showed a string of readers' names such as "Da Chen", "Less sugar and ice", "Qingmu", etc.

Seeing this scene, Lin Feng's heart suddenly turned cold, and a terrible thought came to his mind:

Could it be that there are beings from higher dimensions, secretly watching him? And this world, including this messy-haired Lin Feng, is just a character in a novel?

Lin Feng, who had also arrived at the same place, immediately raised his head subconsciously, looked at the gray sky, and then reached out to stop the boy with messy hair.

"what happened?"

"Tell me, is it possible that the world you live in is also part of a novel?"

"How is this possible! I've lived here for so long, and let me tell you, I'm actually thinking of writing a horror apocalyptic novel. What do you think about the male lead being named Lin Feng?"

"no!"

"No, then no, why are you so fierce!"

Lin Feng was immediately furious: "I'm talking to you about serious matters, don't interrupt me!"

"Okay, okay, let's not change the subject. How about the protagonist of the next novel be named Lin Shen?"

"Do you believe I will beat you up?" Lin Feng grabbed the collar of the young man with messy hair and lifted him off the ground.

The young man with the messy hair flushed red and quickly raised his hands in surrender: "Brother! I was wrong! Can't I just answer properly?"

Lin Feng threw him to the ground and demanded condescendingly, "Think carefully again. Is it possible that our current conversation is actually a plot written by a higher-dimensional existence?"

"This...this is not possible, don't scare me."

As the chicken-coop-haired Lin Feng spoke, he slowly raised his head with a solemn expression and looked up at the sky with Lin Feng...

At the same time, on the top floor of the 285-meter-high twin towers opposite Zhengzhou East Railway Station in Henan Province, a man typed the last character and stood up at the window.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, stretching his shadow very long and casting it obliquely on the desk covered with data reports.

On the desk, in addition to scattered manuscript papers, there is also a peculiarly shaped hourglass.

The fine sand emits a faint blue light as it flows, and each grain of sand reflects a different illusory scene on its surface.

Suddenly, the text on the computer screen twisted into a mess of garbled characters, and a line of scarlet warning text appeared:

[Warning! The subject has been observed to have awakened to their own consciousness and is about to use the Judgment Blade to break through the three-dimensional space!]

Then a blinding white light illuminated the entire top floor of the Twin Towers...

Years later, several powerful RVs were driving along the Hena Expressway in Guangxi, one of China's most beautiful wonderlands. From time to time, children's laughter and the barking of dogs could be heard from the cars...

【End of the celebration?(??v??)?】

Dear readers and friends:

It is finally time to say goodbye to you. At this moment, I feel both reluctant and grateful.

From conceiving the story framework to typing the final period, this creative journey is like a fantasy adventure. It is every one of your comments, every time you ask for updates, and every like that becomes a constant source of motivation for my writing.

Oh, by the way, my new book is "Horror Doomsday: Cell Phone..." (Forget it, I've thought of several titles, but haven't decided which one yet.) I look forward to your support in the future.

The new book will be released on time in June! I look forward to continuing to move forward with you in the new story and witnessing more miracles and touching moments!