Chapter 767 Epitaph/Epitaph

He cannot predict the future that will be rewritten due to his own butterfly effect. This is a major issue that has troubled Malashenko for a long time and made him feel uneasy. The consistent routine of "travelers should predict the future" applies to Malashenko. Not applicable at all.

As if in response to Malashenko's inner anguish, all this now has a glimmer of hope and a solution.

"Did I fucking see the scene before I died? Is there any mistake!? I led people to push Europe to be killed by NATO first? You're the one who's outrageous!"

It seemed that Malashenko knew from his surprised expression what question he wanted to say next, and the unknown creature's next words further explained the truth.

"I want to ask you how you died, right? Even I don't know this. After all, it's something you saw yourself or it belongs to your ability."

"The next question you want to ask should be what I am telling you for and what use it is. Of course it is useful. Haven't you always wanted to overturn your destiny and change the future? This is your chance."

"Although it's not clear whether what you see will actually happen in the timeline you are currently on, you need to make your own subjective judgment based on reality. There is no such thing as a free lunch."

"But you still have a 50% chance of peeking into the future that you have actually experienced. If you are sure that this future will actually happen to you, and it is not the result you want, you might as well think about how to try to change it. This result will change everything you see, or in other words, prevent your own accidental death."

Malashenko seemed to understand what this woman, this unknown creature, meant.

But just because he understood what it meant, more confusion burst out in Malashenko's heart like a blowout.

"You said you wanted me to use my own actions to change the future and avoid dying, but like you just said, I can only see what happened within the twenty-four hours before hanging up! In the span of twenty-four hours, you asked me How to change the future? I don’t even know if this is true or how I died!”

"So I said, this has to be combined with your own judgment and conscious thinking. Don't take everything for granted. Do you know what a wonderful reward it is to peek into the possible future?"

reward? I'll reward your mother with a banana peel! I wish you no trouble in giving birth to a son, who will only be able to scratch the sheets for the rest of his life!

"Forget it, you should still need some time to understand your abilities. You are a time traveler caught between two timelines. Even your body uses an inherited indigenous body to actually travel to another timeline. Only your soul and consciousness."

"If you hadn't died precisely at the time when you arrived through time travel, your soul and consciousness would have been wiped out. You should be grateful to the original owner of this indigenous body. After all, a good death is worse than a lucky death, right?"

What does this mean? I'm fucking split.

Malashenko, whose brain capacity was obviously not enough, began to feel fuzzy. Of course, this fuming was not caused by anger, but simply due to the death of a large number of brain cells after thinking hard.

"The fate of ordinary people remains unchanged, and all destiny trajectories will move forward in the predetermined direction, but for you it is completely different."

"You know everything that will happen in the established history of the future, and will therefore take the initiative to try to change your destiny. So from the moment you do this, you have overturned the entire chessboard of destiny with your own hands. "

"What your destiny is and how the world will appear in the future depends entirely on your personal wishes and abilities. The road ahead is unpredictable and full of darkness that cannot be seen through."

The explanation of the unknown creature continued, regardless of whether Malashenko could still hear it, just like an old man listening to the radio just for the sound.

"If you want to trigger this passive ability again, your body must have suffered bleeding trauma, plus your spirit has been greatly stimulated and your mind is active. When you have both of these, you can have a glimpse of what will happen next. s future."

"For example, when you were a T34 tank gunner and commander, your right eye once hit the main gun sight and bled. And your mind was greatly stimulated and your thinking became active. Because of the deceitful tactics you came up with to kill the retreating German soldiers, you saw the dawn of hope, and you tasted the pleasure of killing the enemy and your mind was extremely excited. "

The unknown creature moved its steps and paced around Malashenko. The gesture of having everything under its control showed no intention of handing over the right to speak to Malashenko.

"Now that you know everything you should know, tell me, do you think the last future you saw is real?"

reality? Malashenko does not want the scene of pushing NATO to be true.

Although the Soviet army has the ability to end the war in Europe before the local US military arrives across the sea to support it, is it really good to see nuclear bombs flying all over the sky? This damn thing will destroy the world, okay? ?

Nowadays, Malashenko is a peaceful war man. After the war, Malashenko still wants to live a peaceful life as usual. The backfired scene of nuclear bombs flying all over the sky must be avoided at all costs.

After sorting out his messy thoughts and calming down, Malashenko quickly gave an answer that convinced him.

"I don't know if that's true, but I will try my best to avoid it. That's the only answer I can tell you."

"very good."

The unknown creature appreciated Malashenko's answer and decided on its own initiative to end this conversation that did not even have a concept of time.

"Learn to make good use of this ability, and you may be able to truly carve out a path of your own destiny. We will not see each other again in the future, and you need to complete the road ahead alone."

Seeing that the unknown creature began to float backwards and was about to disappear, Malashenko, who still had one question on his mind, hurriedly spoke for fear that it would be too late.

"Does this ability have a name? Tell me so I don't forget that I still have this ability."

No reply came from the illusory white world. Malashenko felt that his consciousness in this alien space was rapidly blurring, as if he was rewinding the process of arriving here.

"Gan! You're another brat who leaves without finishing his words. I'll catch you!"

When he regained consciousness and opened his eyes again, Malashenko was already lying on his own exclusive hospital bed, as if everything around him had been separated from the din of war and was extremely silent.

"You're awake, comrade leader. I can't believe you actually fell asleep! But the operation was successful. I just opened the eyelids and your eyeballs slid back on their own. It was so smooth that it was unbelievable! I'm going to prepare a report. There are some details that we need to ask one by one and record them. Please wait for me, I will be back soon!”

Watching Kalachev hurriedly leave the ward, Malashenko, who was alone in a small room of less than ten square meters, was silently reciting the last words he heard before leaving the timeline. .

"Epitaph, epitaph. Seeing and rewriting my own death scene with my own hands, changing the epitaph on the tombstone, this is such an appropriate name."