Systham remembered that he had just created the Kryptonite Network and came to the real world and decided to make Heroic Spirit cards.

At that time, I didn't have any idea of vigorously developing the network, nor did I have the will to spread the network.

He had created Valhalla on a whim, and it wasn't until that mysterious and familiar voice reminded him that he had the idea of resurrecting Kun as a Heroic Spirit.

Otherwise, if it continues like that, perhaps after discovering that the Heroic Spirit is not very well controlled, he will give up on vigorously developing the network and move on to other paths.

He became like this now, and it was at that time that the world line changed.

And it seems that there have been two world line changes before he will enter this line of development network to the extreme.

……

"But how did I turn everything over when I didn't have the Internet? Didn't the car roll over, but chose to run away? Or will I live no matter how I die? Am I the real protagonist? ”

Looking at his freeze-frame images in other worldlines in space, Systm let out a confused voice.

Ever since the demigod Odd, he has faced opponents that are no longer something that a regular being can contend with.

Although it seems to be extremely easy for him to use the [Data Template] to win all the way, if it were not for the Golden Banana Federation established by relying on the network of [Data Template], he would have been caught between countless gods and various plane forces, as well as the god Li Fool who treats this world as a toy.

Without a strong development of the network, Systham could not imagine how he would struggle, the Astral Plane, the Main Plane, the Hell, the Abyss, the Celestial Realm, the Templar Mountain...... He was a pawn in that world at best.

Although this chess piece may not be controlled by anyone, and even break through the fate of the chess piece and jump out of the chessboard, it is obviously impossible to control the chess game.

Systm walked up to a freeze-frame self, a self in human form.

If you look at yourself from afar, you can see the perseverance in it.

Looking at the other party's empty left arm, Systham shook his head, he didn't know what had happened, he had always been afraid of death, and he would have such a resolute look that he envied—even if he was a cripple.

"Isn't there the ability [to regenerate severed limbs]? Isn't it okay for the human body? It's okay to be fake, or do you want to be a one-armed hero? Sighing helplessly, Systm complained to himself in this world line.

Later, Syst discovered that there were many phantoms behind the space.

Soon, Sistemm was next to the phantoms, all of whom were himself, and there were thousands.

Heatham knew that these were the dead selves of other worldlines.

"I'll just say, how can I be the real protagonist, but the survival rate of less than 1 in 10 is a bit low?" Heatham looked at these vanished selves, and felt a little sad, but still let out a joke that seemed to be joking.

……

The change of the world line is like a train entering a bifurcated track, choosing two different tracks, so that its future has different results.

Some are similar to parallel worlds, but for himself in any world line, the self in the other world line does not exist, and he can't greet himself in the other world line.

In this space, Systham gained a deeper understanding of the theory of the world line, and also understood that he had become the foremost of these living selves.

These may have lived longer than him, and some are stronger than him, but they are not as powerful as him, nor do they have the ability to do nothing, as long as he waves his hand, he can change the color of the world and change the wind and clouds.

……

Continuing to wander around the mysterious space for a while, just as Systm pondered how to leave it, he had already unknowingly left the space and reappeared in the office.

Whether it's [Super Network] or Little M, he can connect normally.

Systm found that two hours had passed on the [Data Template], and Little M had also recorded that he had just been in a daze for two hours, and what had just happened was clearly not his delusion.

Sighing softly again, Systham reached out and rubbed his temple.

"Knowing that I'm a tentacle monster who doesn't seek to improve and gets by, why do you still choose me? What are you doing to make me worry about this......" Heatham said slowly as he looked at the picture of the family of three on the table.

Faced with such an unknown situation.

Systham suddenly remembered something, and he thought that he should take a bigger picture, which should show his closer subordinates and friends, like a family photo.

Sava, Blake, Meatball, Ola, Beethoven, Johnny, various slimes......

Although it doesn't make much sense, it should be good to take a photo, and he can also show the photo to Wang Xiaolian, and introduce his subordinates and friends to Wang Xiaolian more clearly.

When the little girl can really go to the world where the Golden Banana Federation is located in the future, the little girl will be more familiar with these people and will not become timid.

However, Systm obviously didn't know that at the same time as he was born with this idea, Wang Xiaolian, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up by a friend prompt from MZ software.

The little girl's friend is none other than Johnny, the heroic spirit dwarf who represents revenge.

From Wang Xiaolian's friend's avatar, the little man smelled the smell of money.

At this time, the little man is beginning to prepare for borrowing money, and begins to gain the trust of the owner, and once he feels that the prey is hooked, Johnny will not hesitate to draw a big pie to borrow money to finance, even if the other party is a six-year-old girl who is not deeply involved in the world, Johnny will not be the slightest soft.

……

Shaking his head, Syst looked away from the picture, thinking again about the news he had just gotten and that there seemed to be a being in control of all these worlds.

And what he has to do now is to find a way to break free from the control of the existence that controls everything, which is also the long-cherished wish of the original self who can travel through time and space to change the past.

"But what does your wish have to do with me? And my current plot obviously hasn't progressed to that point.,I haven't been in contact with that controlling existence at all.,Maybe that existence can still be friends with me......" Systm scratched at his hair, and after seeing two hairs appear on his palm, he let out a somewhat resentful sound.

It suddenly occurred to Sistm that among the living selves in other worldlines, there were more than a dozen of them in human form, and a third of these human forms were bald.

Obviously, these bald heads are not created for coolness, nor are they for the sake of reducing air resistance and increasing agility and speed during combat.

Heatham decided to think about the worldline after a while, and he quickly opened the ability mall and found a [Needle Technique] Warrior Monk's secret ability video to watch and learn.

His current strength is too weak, and he must improve his strength and seize the time to cultivate......