Standing in a white underground lab, Ryan let out a blast of ejectors. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"It's too late, bastard." Jessamine replied, using a screwdriver to close the armor's lightweight alloy chestplate, revealing only the courier's head. Eugene Henry Schrödinger meowed beside her, looking curiously at his master. "But I added a urine recycling system if you want to drink your own urine."

"Charming". Ryan's body doesn't feel that heavy, even though he's wearing a 25-kilogram suit of armor. The weight is evenly distributed, relieving the strain on the muscles, and the servo provides extra strength. While the courier can't move as fast in his gorgeous suit, he may be able to punch through concrete.

At his request, Jasmine painted her armor purple and her helmet's eyes orange lenses. Although Ryan looks like an oversized humanoid bug in it, he'll still be gorgeous, and that's all that matters.

His armor is the same as that of the Vulcans. Isn't it cute? Ryan also memorized its schematic, so he could rebuild it in a future loop if needed.

Separated from the control area by a door and plexiglas windows, it was an underground police interrogation room before the war. Jessamine converted it into a laboratory and even finished the armor in a matter of days with existing materials. This makeshift workshop is a far cry from Vulcan's previous foundry, but it's enough.

They don't even need to lie about this project, at least not at all. Vulcan promised Augustus that she would develop a new type of armor that would increase Ryan's power, and the future emperor had approved his proposal. It seems that the courier's abilities made a good impression on Lightning Ass, or maybe he just stopped caring after his daughter's death.

Say whatever you want Augustus, but they got things done.

"I should have found out sooner." Jasmine grumbled as she grabbed the last piece of armor Ryan wasn't on: a helmet. "You're perfect. Is this a repetitive performance? Have you ever fine-tuned the sweet talk until it works?"

"Nope." Although Ryan has hundreds of years of experience working with women, he knows what makes people excited. "You tried to kill me in the previous loop."

"Did I succeed?" She asked, almost hopeful.

"Nope. It's still far from it. ”

"A disgrace. I think I might succeed this time. ”

"It's okay, half of my girlfriends want to kill me," Ryan replied with a smirk. "I'm a masochist."

"I know," Jasmine replied with a giggle, but her mood quickly took a turn for the worse. "I have a request, Ryan."

"Your request?" Ryan asked, surprised. Vulcan doesn't make a request, she calls the shots. "How can I refuse?"

"If it fails...... I won't fail because I'm a genius......" Jessamine held her breath, as if admitting the possibility of failure would require a tremendous effort on her part. "But let's assume that if it fails......"

"I can't distract your thoughts." In Rya

In the experience, failure is the norm, and potential success is the exception.

"Yes, Sherlock," she said, gritting her teeth. "If I can't, it means I'm gone. Now I'm here. ”

"You're just going to lose your memory," Ryan argued. "Don't be so pessimistic. This is amnesia, not death. ”

"I would forget what I hadn't done. Don't kid yourself, Ryan. I will be erased and the story ends. She let out a sigh, as if preparing for death. So, if I don't make it through...... I hope you don't bother the other me. "Make sure she's alive and don't go to jail, but don't her with your summer affair. Don't substitute another jasmine for me. ”

"I understand," Ryan said.

"Before, I said you wouldn't forget me, now I'm serious. Even if I'm gone...... Promise me that you will not forget me. ”

"I promise."

He had sworn before, and he had always kept it.

Jasmine had a helmet in his hand and pressed his lips to Ryan's. The messenger put his hand behind her waist, and the armor jingled as it moved, hugging her tightly. It was a passionate and intense kiss; He felt as if the god of fire wanted to eat him on the spot.

This may be the last time.

"Don't forget that." Jessamine interrupted Ryan's hug and put his helmet on Ryan's face. The courier began to breathe on a respirator and see the world through the lens. Vulcan then tried to catch Schrödinger, but the cat stubbornly refused to be caught.

"I think he wants to stay," Jasmine said thoughtfully.

"It's a Sch

ödi

ge

of cats," Rya

replied, easily grabbing the cat with his heavily armed arms. "He'll improve his odds."

"Either way, I hope he has enough to live." Jasmine replied, shutting the door to her room. "Genius" sat by the control panel outside the window and gave her boyfriend one last glimpse before starting work.

The plan is for Ryan to use his enhanced powers to open a rift to the purple world. While the Courier has not succeeded in doing this for centuries, it should allow physical time travel, at least in theory. It was a far-fetched plan, even a risky one, but they had exhausted all other options. Since they have lost the necessary consciousness transfer technology, conflict will soon break out in Europe, and there is no other way for Jasmin to survive the restart.

The chances are slim, but there is always hope.

"If you think you might die, why would you follow it?" Ryan asked Jessamine as she began to press buttons on the control panel to fine-tune the armor's functions. Schrödinger waited, strangely silent. "You can lock me in your basement."

"Don't tempt me," Jasmine replied, pulling the lever on the control panel. Words and numbers begin to appear on Ryan's lens, and the spacesuit's system kicks in. About 8 million people lived in New Rome and its countryside. How many superpowers have killed, two or three million people? No matter how I look at it, a million against three million. Only the big bastards would think it's a fair deal. ”

"Some people may not think so," Ryan admits. A genius tries to keep his brain in an old loop to prevent the messenger from reloading. "That's why, after going through a few betrayals, I tried to keep my secret."

"Poor you." Jasmine laughed at him, then looked at the armor regretfully. "I used to be a hero."

Ryan didn't say anything.

"I just want to change the world. Make an impact. Just like your Lane girl, though she hasn't gotten it yet. I guess that's why I want you to join my team, Ryan; I have a feeling that we will do great things together. ”

"Yes," Ryan said comfortingly.

"Yes," she replied, stopping what she was doing and looking at him through the window. "Make sure this disaster never happens again, okay?" Kill that bastard. ”

"I promise, from now on, I'm going to kill him in every loop," Ryan said with a frown. "If I tell Augustus about the bunker—"

"No, don't, unless I follow you. At best, Augustus would have blown up Rust Town, as he did now, with heavy casualties. In the worst-case scenario...... I don't want to think about it. Vulcan clenched his fists and frowned. If I don't succeed, go to Laura."

"Excuse me, did I hear me wrong?" Ryan asked in surprise. "You want me to go-"

"I'm jealous, all right! The genius interrupted her boyfriend's words and said sharply. "Because she's so perfect!" And now she's just apologizing? It's disgusting. ”

Ryan didn't answer, leaving Vulcan to vent all her pent-up frustrations. He had a feeling that the short genius had put too much into the stiff competition with his former teammates, and now that Wywen had conceded defeat, she didn't know what to do. Perhaps over time, Jessamine will learn to look forward. Stop hate.

If she had time.

"I know her better than anyone," Jasmine complained. "She'll help tear down that bunker, if only because she's too stupid to see the possibilities. She's not corrupt, she's just fucking naïve. ”

Ryan wasn't sure if the remark was a compliment or an insult. From what I know about Jasmine, it's probably both. "Do you regret joining Augustus?" The courier asked his girlfriend.

She pondered the question for a few seconds. "No, I don't regret it," Vulcan finally said. "It's not the best option, but it's my choice. If that makes sense. ”

No, but the courier accepted it anyway.

Either way, the "genius" finished typing on the control panel and looked through the window. "Ryan, we're ready. Open the way to the purple world for both of us. ”

"I'll do my best."

Do it or don't do it. Didn't try. ”

Both burst out laughing; Rya

I can't believe they share the same love for pop culture. Indeed, they are a couple in mafia paradise. Even if it ends badly, this cycle is special.

Ryan held his breath and took Schrödinger in his arms, activating his time stop. Now is the moment of truth.

The world turned purple because the purple world merged with their universe. Vulcan's armor did not freeze in time, but continued to work in a temporal anomaly. Even if the experiment fails, at least Ryan can upgrade his arsenal for future runs.

Within two seconds of the time stopping, the messenger immediately noticed something unusual. Bright purple particles began to appear in the interrogation room, swirling dots of light from him. They float around the room, even though the universe is still frozen.

The armor was designed to concentrate Ryan's power to fully collect the theoretical "purple flux radiation" that powers the space-time manipulator. Could it be those particles?

When two seconds become three, four, or five seconds, the number of these lights simply increases exponentially; From dozens to thousands, it enveloped everything around him. Their color changed from bright purple to purple and from the size of fireflies to bubbles.

At this point, Ryan hit the 10-second limit and decided to stop before he accidentally made a new save. This is only a preliminary test of gaining more power from the purple world, but it is not worth carving the destruction of New Rome in stone.

Genome hastily removed him from power......

But the world is still frozen.

In fact, there were more and more particles around him, until they completely overwhelmed his vision. Schrödinger, Jasmine, the whole room disappears behind a veil of colorful bubbles.

"Jasmine?" Ryan tried to move, but his body refused. Or rather, the armor did not follow his movements, leaving his limbs wrapped in steel. He couldn't even feel Schrödinger in his arms. "Jasmin, I can't stop!"

No one answered.

The veil of purple bubbles cracked, and Ryan could finally see through the lenses of his armor. But instead of an interrogation room, the Courier saw a cold, silent wasteland under a dark sky.

Is this Antarctica? It will correspond to the position of the stars in the sky.

Strangely, when the bubbles were on the edge of his line of sight and the armor didn't move, Ryan saw the snow moving with the wind. It feels like watching a 3D movie from the perspective of a spectator.

Ryan's gaze focused on a black metal dome peeking out of the snow; Maybe a research station or something like that. His vision blurred, and in front of him was a mahogany table in a dimly lit room. Three figures spoke around a table, but Ryan couldn't see clearly; They are like ghosts made up of blue particles.

"These higher dimensions are contrary to physics and our understanding." A woman's voice. "However, it is the destiny of humanity to master these alien worlds and conquer the stars. In order to survive and even thrive in this hostile universe, humanity must rise to a higher realm. From human to superhuman...... From Homo sapiens to newcomers. ”

"Enhancement through genetic engineering." Similar sounds, but slightly different. Ryan can't explain it, but it seems that the same actor voices both characters. "But governments and institutions will try to stop us and maintain the status quo. Those old fossils can't see what's ahead of them; They lived in the past, and the future came to us with this ship. We were warned. ”

"Ancient states are fragile things, they either collapse or adapt. The chaos we will cause ......"

"It's all within our budget."

What is that? A vision of the past?

The scene was interrupted again, and this time he could only hear staccato speech. Purple particles blurred his vision, like a broken videotape.

"There's no place for black...... Out of all the colors, only black can't be safely harnessed. "The creatures within the dark dimension seem to have no ill will, but their presence tears at our lower reality. The laws of physics cannot coexist with paradoxes. ”

"All Ultimate Beings are compassionate, but also narrow-minded...... They understand the lower universe only by their own colors. "There is no infinite power without complexity."

"Maybe they see farther than we do."

The purple veil spread out, revealing a green meadow full of white rabbit stuffed animals, dozens of them. They all looked at him, pricking up their ears, as if they could see him through time. Their fur was covered in blood, and the messenger noticed a dismembered corpse hiding behind tall grass.

"Hi," Ryan said.

The plush toy raises its little paws and waves to the courier in perfect sync.

The purple particles increased in brightness, and in the blink of an eye, they all exploded in a dazzling flash. Ryan had to squint, but he saw a shadow in the light; Through it, he sees impossible geometry, moving space, and hints of doors to other alien worlds. A crossroads of reality, whose existence violates the physical laws of the human universe.

He entered the "purple world".

The closer Ryan got, the bigger the shadow. It vaguely looks like an inverted pyramid covered with eye-shaped spheres, although the courier cannot see the details through the violet light. However, he could tell that its size was enormous. A planet-sized flying structure, perhaps a star......

No. Not the structure.

Creatures: Living creatures

The god-like entity looked at Ryan with its myriad eyes, and—

It's May 8, 2020, a brand new day in Rome.

With his hands on the steering wheel, Ryan immediately pulled over to the nearest place and glanced through the window. Cars drive past his "Plymouth Fury" and head for the glitzy city, ready to gamble your soul and win riches in a glamorous casino. The headquarters of Mount Augustus and Dimenis stand proudly there, two future nations facing each other.

Ryan surveyed his surroundings and tried to gather his thoughts. He changed the armor into the clothes he usually wore and, after inspection, confirmed that everything was put back in its original place. Either that entity killed him, or activated the automatic insurance system for the genome's own abilities.

There is no trace of the Vulcan either. If she managed to go back in time, she should have called him immediately, but so far his phone has been on mute.

Jasmine didn't make it through.

"Hmm......" Ryan sighed deeply. That was a failure. ”

The time traveler wasn't surprised at all, just ...... Disappointed.

At least Rya

In the end, it was back to square one, rather than accidentally making a new save. It only cost him a trusted friend, and everything else. But Genome has a chance to right the wrong, and he won't waste that opportunity.

Ryan gasped, turned on the chronograph radio, and prepared to walk towards Risco's quarters.

"I still think we're alone in the universe."

Ryan's voice stopped when it came out of the chronograph radio.

"Outside of our little blue planet, it's dark and cold."

"We're not alone," Ryan's own voice replied over the radio. "If you ask me, I'd say the stars are brighter."

The messenger behind the wheel froze as he heard himself discussing with Ryan over the radio. It didn't take long for him to realize what was happening.

He listened to a recording. This is a recording of a conversation between me and Ryan on the roof of the orphanage.

How is it? He didn't record it, and as far as he knew, neither did the dwarf! How did it go back in time? Did Lunn manage to send a recording through her device before McLaren's satellite took her life? Or did that strange entity do it?

Either way, the conversation throughout the orphanage repeats itself perfectly, just as Ryan has experienced. Finally, the courier's own words echoed in his car.

"It can be improved. Lunn, all you see is darkness, but everywhere you see light. ”

Yes. Even if the world is full of sorrow, it is worth saving.

Ryan stepped on the gas pedal and headed to New Rome for a fresh start. No matter how many times he has to try, no matter how many times he has to go through the wrong start and bad ending. He's going to save a city and complete a perfect run.

The Messenger made a promise to the Vulcans, and he would keep it.