Meiman Killer Daily

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"Did you die again?!"

The bottomless lake is like a lake but as still as still water. In the center, John holds his chin and looks at the lake in a daze. The face is both familiar and unfamiliar. He has not looked at his own face in the mirror for a long time.

"Why do you say again?!"

Glossy and bright inside, John seemed to be very familiar with this kind of death scene. The scenes that should have been deleted in his memory resurfaced bit by bit, being torn apart by robots, crushed to pieces by robots, being killed by Thanos, being killed by ancient gods,

By gods, by my second personality...

After a rough calculation, I have traveled through no less than fifteen universes and died no less than twenty times. In these long and long days, my fate has treated me as if I was creating a conspiracy to base the happiness of others on my own pain.

As a joke.

And fate obviously seems to be having fun with it, without considering John's feelings at all. Of course, this is also a very cruel reality. When you are strong enough, you don't actually need to care about other people's opinions. It's like being rich.

People are the same, the average deposit per capita across the country is 200,000, but how many rich people do they have on average? The top management don't care about the life and death of the bottom, they just need to live.

The United States is such a country. It seems that relief is everywhere, but it is just charity to keep people alive. There is no reason, no explanation. It just needs this group of people to live, or to create possible value for them.

John smiled self-deprecatingly. He was just that homeless man. He was just being helped from the beginning to the end. He seemed to be growing stronger, but in the end he was stepped on by others again and again. The impermanence of fate made him resist every time. In the end,

The results are extremely miserable.

"I'm really unlucky..."

The vast lake stretched as far as the eye could see, and there was nothing, not even an echo. Being imprisoned in such a space, John had no idea of ​​resistance. He was tired and really planned to let it go this time, because John was already at a loss and couldn't figure it out.

Why are you still struggling?

Once, twice, three times, four times, five times or six times... Every time he seemed to become stronger, the result was the same. He had obviously worked very hard to become stronger, but the enemy's strength always crushed him.

Taking a deep breath and sighing again, maybe this is fate. Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouths, some are born to starve to death, some receive elite education since childhood, and some struggle to become adults and are still seeking knowledge and information.

.

Then the peak of other people's lifelong struggle is just for the rich. Asxs. The rich are the goddesses of revenge, but now he is in a state of being slapped in the face, failing again and again, and getting up again and again. John originally thought

He had become accustomed to such a life, but now looking at the broken memories, John realized how desolate his past was.

"I'm really tired..."

Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, making no waves on the lake. Looking at the face that he thought was quite handsome, who could have imagined that in the end, he would die in this way, and I am afraid no one will miss him.

, and no one will mourn for themselves, just like in countless previous worlds, they have saved so many human beings, who among them will be grateful to them?

"Have you given up?!"

Suddenly a figure emerged from the lake. When he took a closer look, he saw that it was himself. John nodded and answered.

"Give up."

"It's good to give up."

The lake water formed the shape of John, and he tilted his head and sat cross-legged in front of John. He answered the question with emotion, and also let out a long sigh with a smile on his face, but his expression showed a helpless emotion.

"You know, fate always troubles us, just like those stories on TV news. Some people have been suffering from terminal illnesses since childhood, and some people have terminal cancer, leukemia, and ALS at a young age.

Man, there is no way for humans to avoid these things.

Smoking and drinking, Churchill lived to be eighty years old and had the self-discipline not to smoke or drink. Adolf was only 56 years old. A war determined the life and death of two people. The winner got everything, and the one who died was blamed.

Isn't it funny? We have always been losers. We who make fun of the world always look aloof and unrestrained, but the person who laughs at the end every time is not us. Isn't it like those unexpected diseases, stubbornness and arrogance?

Where's Adolf?"

"Is the purpose of your appearance just to make me more depressed and decadent?!"

John raised his eyebrows and asked himself in displeasure, now that he was like this, should he still bully himself? Why did he feel that it was more irritating to ridicule him?

"Yeah, I'm really angry."

John, who was formed by the lake, also agreed. He nodded slowly and lay on the lake, closing his eyes.

"It's really tiring to live. Plans always fail to keep up with changes. Life is always full of all kinds of accidents, accidents, accidents... and I always get myself caught up in them. I can't survive but I can't die."

"That's enough! If you beep again, I will fall out."

"Okay, okay, if you don't say it, don't say it. Anyway, we will be here until eternity."

John lowered his head and looked at the clone of himself. He always felt that something was wrong. He couldn't figure it out clearly at first, but it took a while for John to realize it.

"Who are you?!"

"Hey...Now that you think about it, you asked me who I am?"

"Nemesis?!"

"That old woman, don't be disgusted. I am you, you just don't know it."

"???"

John squinted his eyes and looked at each other for a long time. The other party suddenly laughed, stood up and pointed his index finger on John's forehead.

"John, I went astray, but I also climbed to the top. I thought it was impossible for me to say sorry to you, because you live a very comfortable life, but now I still say this late sorry to you, remember my

I don’t want people to forget my name, so build me a tombstone. This is my last wish!”

"Who are you...Adam..."

His handsome appearance changed. He looked similar to himself but was obviously different. Broken memories emerged. He instinctively stood up and took a step back. The man in front of him snatched his body away, and in the end he almost cut himself into pieces. Now he was smiling.

To be honest, John really couldn't accept the picture.

"Sorry! Goodbye!"

The whole body turned into golden light and merged into John's body. The pure energy supported John. The lake suddenly boiled, and a purple beam of light rose into the sky. Without any hesitation, John subconsciously wanted to fly, and his body went straight into the sky and merged into the purple.

beam of light.

The goddess of vengeance, who was beating the Hulk and Thor to the outside world, screamed in agony, a crack opened between her forehead and eyebrows, purple psionic energy exploded through her skin, and John's soul flew out of his body.