I just want to be a regular writer

For him, who was only 15 years old at the time, nothing made him happier than then.

God seemed to want him to stay in the joy of that moment forever.

——A small cargo truck ran into Shan Chengxian.

This is the biggest flaw in Shan Chengxian's life.

That car accident "killed" him, in a real sense and from a scientific point of view.

The 15-year-old Shan Chengxian didn't want to die. When he was desperate, he thought of his game record for the first time-and his parents were actually ranked second-he felt guilty afterwards.

That was the first time Sun Seung-hyun saw him...

Well...

What should I say?

Probably the visualization of mental state?Or something like the most intuitive performance?

Anyway!

Shan Chengxian called him [Determination].

——He returned to 4 o'clock in the morning that day.

F○CK!

His game save is gone!

and!!!——No matter how you play afterwards, it won’t pass!

Shan Chengxian had to admit that his clearance was with a certain amount of luck-as the developer said, the next clearance player appeared at the beginning of the third month after the game was released.In the perception of others, that person is the "first person".

So, if his [Determination] can move the archive time back one minute, it would be great.

"what!!!"

Shan Chengxian abruptly sat up from the bed, sweat on his forehead and behind.

Raised his hand to touch his neck—well, his head is still there.

After confirming the most important thing, he turned to pick up the phone.

The time on the phone is displayed like this-01/09/AM04:00

"It's over!"

Shan Chengxian's face turned pale, almost crawling off the bed.

Although he had expected it a long time ago, he turned on the computer and watched the record he had saved at "6:30 this morning" disappear without a trace, and sighed leisurely.

"It's white."

This time really...

Shan Chengxian touched his conscience and vowed-"I will never play games in the daytime again!"

It's not right.

The focus now is not on the game.

Shan Chengxian put down the handle, lowered his head and thought.

But the cold sweat prevented him from thinking, and he decided to take a bath.

Throwing the sweaty clothes into the dirty clothes basket, Shan Chengxian stood under the shower head—he tried to think about "what will happen next today".

'God have mercy on me please'

Shan Chengxian couldn't help begging like this-he really just wanted to go out for breakfast this morning and then go to bed.

I knew I would meet that kind of horrible person, even if I put him on the ground and beat him, he would never go out!

--it is too late.

Shan Chengxian thought of the dead woman.

The woman seems to be highly nearsighted and looks similar to his age.

What did the murderer call her?

Shan Chengxian stood in the water and recalled--it seemed...it was Aoba Hitomi.

There is a serious question here.

He already knows the future, at least what will happen as of 8:30 today.

Then...

Should he save people?

Shan Chengxian turned off the water valve and wiped his hair with a bath towel.

The world is a lesson-he can't kill the Quartet like in a game in life, or... forget it?

Shan Chengxian thought, and at the same time condemnation sounded in his heart.

'That's just the guilt at work'

Shan Chengxian tried to convince himself.

In order to convince himself, he picked up a professional book after a long absence, and wanted to end all that by boring but not suspenseful learning.

Time passed by minute by minute.

When the hand of the wall clock in the room pointed to 7:35 in the morning, Sung Seung-hyun threw away the book.

'go to hell!'

'The game files are gone, so why let the culprit succeed!'

The more Shan Chengxian thinks down, the more difficult it becomes.

He has always been gentle and efficient at this moment-he quickly changed his clothes-according to the plot of the movie, what happens next will probably trigger something like the "butterfly effect"?After all, he is about to change "future things".

Well.

Shan Chengxian specially chose a different coat to put on. When he went out, he kicked the canvas shoes in the hallway. After a long time, he put on uncomfortable short boots and ran out.