Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

They still fell into the dream.

The conversation was interrupted.

"You're not working, but some people are! Asking for leave? The project isn't even finished yet, why are you asking for leave? You have no work consciousness at all. The company hired you to come to work to create value, not to relax!"

A burst of machine gun-like scolding echoed in the corridor. Feng Lan quickly scanned the area with her spiritual sense. It seemed to be the modern building in the city center. She was very familiar with the big blue billboard outside.

"I need to take a leave of absence," Nian Nian said sullenly. He was wearing a suit that didn't fit him well, and his face was still pale. His short hair, which had been his childhood, had grown much longer now, just enough to cover his tired brows and eyes. "If you don't allow me, I'll resign."

He was tired of this kind of life. Mimi was in bad condition these days. It was already a very old cat. When it was 16 years old, Nian Nian took Xiao Hei away. Over the years, he had worked hard, worked hard, and worked hard.

However, Xiao Hei has grown from a skinny little black cat into a big one with shiny fur and not fat, because Xiao Hei is a self-disciplined cat.

But in recent weeks, he is twenty-three years old, and the kitten is at least fifteen years old (when I met Nian Nian, it was a kitten, so I am not sure of its exact age). Mimi's beard and mouth are very white, and he has been staying at home and not going out, and he is not in good spirits.

Nian Nian knew that its time was up. He had been working to take care of the cat, and he would just live on as long as he could. Cat climbing frames and toys were very expensive. Now that Mimi was about to die, Nian Nian had no intention of continuing to work.

He didn't want to talk to the person in front of him anymore. He turned around and his eyelashes fluttered when he saw three familiar people.

Feng Lan met his gaze, nodded, and looked away on her own initiative. Without saying hello, she stood in the corridor with Lin Shenqu and Feng Cuiyu, talking about something.

The three of them were not very smart, but after experiencing several dreams, they could see that talking to the little boy would only make him nervous and accelerate his fall from grace.

Feng Cuiyu just continued to ask Lin Shenqu for advice. He was a combat player and his knowledge was not as good as that of an exploration player like Lin Shenqu.

"Yes, Nian Nian, it is indeed synchronized."

Feng Cuiyu also spent a lot of effort to confirm that Nian Nian did not have any special brothers or sisters, and there was no missing soul, and the soul was 100% identical. The probability of this was no less than that in all the worlds in the heavens, there were two completely identical small worlds, two completely identical rivers in the world, and two identical leaves that did not grow on the same tree.

Because it only exists in theory, this rare situation, Master Alpha who helped Feng Cuiyu detect it also warmly invited him to observe their fate. Feng Cuiyu agreed, because without Alpha's help, he could not find that world.

It was also because of Alpha that Feng Cuiyu was able to wait for Feng Lan's turning point accurately.

As for the object that was in the same frequency, Feng Lan and Lin Shenqu guessed it without Feng Cuiyu saying anything. It was the black cat that was the owner of the dream.

This is difficult to do.

Feng Lan sighed in her heart for Feng Cuiyu.

After all, if his cat was taken away by any other NPC who came at the same frequency, he could have easily taken it away with his strength, but it happened to be his beloved "Mimi".

Mimi is to the dreamer as much as the blue-eyed black cat is to the wind and rain.

Similar companions, similar looks, Feng Lan looked at Feng Cuiyu inquiringly, perhaps they also had similar life experiences.

Is this similarity a one-in-a-million coincidence, or a destiny that was predestined?

Feng Lan thinks it is the latter. When there are too many coincidences, that is the only fact.

Lin Shenqu looked at Feng Cuiyu carefully. He was stronger and more direct than Feng Lan, and he pointed this out without hesitation.

"You are very similar to Him."

He didn't say the subtext, but this kind of operation of cutting off one's own soul and going out alone was done by the gods in eight of the ten small worlds he had visited.

Lin Shenqu doesn't quite understand this pursuit. Cutting oneself into pieces just to pursue greater power/immortality/boredom/the pursuit of love—where's the fun in that? It would be better to write a book with him! How interesting!

Facing Lin Shenqu's questioning, Feng Cuiyu also had doubts. He shook his head, his expression somewhat confused, "I don't know."