My name is Bo Shaoyu.

This name belonged to my father, who had no feelings.

He...... What kind of person is it?

A madman who doesn't have much ability, a madman who thinks about poisoning me every day.

Of course, he was also very successful, poisoning me countless times.

I've died many times.

Died in the hospital, died on the way to the hospital.

In short, it was on the 20th of March.

My life......

It's manipulated.

Very interesting.

I've heard of an American drama called Westworld, and it's very interesting, about a rich man who creates a world for rich people to have fun. In a deserted place, a small town was built.

Everyone in the town is a robot.

They are programmed to repeat the story of the day over and over again, and then for the fun of the rich people who enter it.

Day after day, the process of being killed and humiliated is repeated.

And then...... The robot has awakened.

Not......

I saw that thing and thought it was interesting, it seemed to be a little bit like my current state.

It's just that there are no players in this world.

And the program we set is not a day, but a lifetime that is constantly circulating.

It was probably only remembered when I realized I had died a hundred times.

Yes, I feel that my world is being manipulated.

My life is rigged, but I don't know it......

Who was I being manipulated.

Is that man the Creator?

It's amazing.

When I died a thousand times, I felt so emotional.

But being conscious is a conscious thing, and it doesn't mean that if I have consciousness, I can rebel against fate.

Rebel against being beaten in childhood, and rebel against the fate of being killed by his biological father when he grows up.

So...... I can only do it again and again.

Again and again, the dark childhood, the despicable youth and the miserable wheelchair days were repeated.

But miserable?

The thousandth time you repeat it and you can't resist.

You should have been numb.

Be......

Since you can't resist and can't end this reincarnation, you can only ......

Whatever.

That's what I think.

I thought that I would become this indifferent and end up going on in an endless cycle of samsara.

The unexpected happened.

Probably......

Let me think about it, there's something about her.

I think I remember one thing more clearly.

There can be no deviation.

At the time of my 10,000th and first rebirth.

I met her.

She was dressed in a white nightdress, her hair was messy, she was without makeup, and she looked like a high school student.

Well, she still has a pimple on her forehead.

A ......

Very ordinary face.

The only thing special is the eyes, which are very bright.

So when I first saw her at night, I was shocked.

I stayed in the corner, thinking that I had been beaten by my so-called biological mother to the point of a trance, and I had delusions.

Oh no, I even suspect I was killed and saw a ghost.

Right......

Which damn high school student little girl, is floating.

Wearing a white nightdress, messy hair, and dark circles on his face that have stayed up too late.

Doesn't it look like a female ghost?

OK.

I was also embarrassed.

So even if you are frightened, you can directly attribute it to the fear of being beaten.

It's not because I'm scared by seeing a female ghost.

That's against my image of a gentleman.