[Tick-tock——]

In the silent darkness, the rhythmic sound of dripping water came from somewhere.

[Tick-tock——]

As if separated by a barrier, the voices of men and women talking, children crying and car horns reached my ears dimly, intertwined in a noisy manner, and were never quite clear.

"Oh my God, he is..."

[Tick-tock——]

【…Hasegawa Yuu! 】

Hasegawa Yu suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently as he breathed heavily.

The fear receded like the tide, leaving no trace. He was able to quickly calm his breathing, stood up and subconsciously looked around.

The place where you are standing is probably a park. Not far away there are some half-old public fitness facilities, and further away there is an outdoor washbasin.

The faucet of the washbasin was not tightened, and transparent water droplets gradually gathered at the outlet, slowly dripping onto the countertop cut out of artificial stone, turning into several tiny water droplets.

Hasegawa Yu gripped the armrest of the suitcase next to him, walked over to turn the faucet amid the sound of wheels.

After finishing this, he stood in front of the sink, his thick eyelashes trembling for a moment, "Were you calling me just now, system?"

It's me.

A clear, young voice rang out from his mind, its tone gentle, "Once you come to your senses, I will begin reading out the rules."

"Please wait a moment."

Hasegawa Yu looked around, then trotted over to a bench about five or six meters away with his suitcase and sat down, his back straight and his legs together, as if there was a real person in front of him. "Okay, go ahead~"

[……] The system was silent for a few moments before saying: [This is your seventh rollback, and your last chance.]

"Yeah, I know." The orange-haired young man sitting on the bench nodded.

However, apart from failing six times and the memories of his own world, Hasegawa Yuu can't remember anything about the previous six rounds.

What he vaguely remembered was that he was in a collapsed scientific world. The black characters still maintained their original positions, but the red characters had become darker to varying degrees.

In order to return home, all the red characters must return to normal. Then the whole world will restart and everything will return to normal, and this power will be able to send Hasegawa Yu back to the original world.

The original plot is unknown, but fortunately the system will remind you when the red characters appear.

Pulling himself away from his memories, Hasegawa Yu moved his body. It seemed like a rather difficult challenge!

The system was aware of the youth's partial amnesia, so it stated directly: "Only if you die will this round be considered a complete failure. When rolling back, I can only send you back to the time when you achieved your last achievement."

[Every time you die, you will get an achievement. The current time point is before you get your first achievement, that is, when you first come to this world in the first round.]

I have to start all over again.

"Hmm..." Hasegawa Yu scratched his cheek with his fingers, not understanding why he asked, "Then why didn't I rewind to the death point in Act 6 this time?"

[I don't know.] The system didn't hide it. [Like you, I've also lost some of my memory.]

The only thing I know is that when you reach the point in the previous round where you obtained six achievements, I will be able to unlock the corresponding memories.

"Oh!" Hasegawa Yu continued to nod without asking further. "That's good~"

[…I need to remind you.] The system had to emphasize, [If you fail again this time, you will fall into darkness along with this world, and you will never be able to revive and return to your original world.]

"If this is the result after I tried my best, then it's okay."

Whether it's success or failure, Hasegawa Yu is mentally prepared. However...if it fails, he might have to break his promise to his fans for the final farewell concert for the tenth anniversary.

And my sisters...

The orange-haired young man's hands on his knees unconsciously curled up, then quickly loosened. "I was going to die anyway. Now I can live one more time. This is an unexpected surprise. It's awesome!"

Including the previous rounds, there were several times~

Seeing that the system didn't comment, it said, "Your identity in this world is that you're a newcomer assigned to the intelligence team by the Black Organization's boss. Someone will be there to guide you."

I've sent the other person's contact information to your phone. Most people in this world are very sensitive, so I won't be there when you need to contact them unless it's absolutely necessary.

[How to change the Red character's position is entirely up to you.]

After the basics were explained, the system paused. [Any questions?]

"Yes!" Hasegawa Yu raised his hand. "What's your name? Can you tell me again?"

The system, expecting him to ask a question related to the mission, froze for a moment. A sense of familiarity struck it. "Why would you ask such an insignificant question?"

"It's not insignificant."

Hasegawa Yu's eyes widened, his expression becoming serious. "The system is in my body, which proves that you have been by my side from beginning to end during the reincarnation cycle. We have been together for so long, we must be friends~"

He had definitely asked this question in the previous round, damn it, he had forgotten it all!

"As a friend, how can I not know your name?"

As he said that, Hasegawa Yu puffed up his face and said, "I can't call you Siri."

The system did not reply to him immediately.

"Hmm?" Hasegawa Yu waited expectantly for the system's reply.

It took a long time before he heard the other person's voice in his mind.

[…Ararat, call me Ararat.]

"Ararat." Hasegawa Yuu wrote down the name and said cheerfully, "You can call me Xiaoyou."

Ararat is a boy with a very nice voice. He doesn’t seem to be very old, probably only about ten years old.

Does the system industry still employ child labor?

With doubts about Ararat's boss, Hasegawa Yu took out his mobile phone and found the contact information sent by the other party.

The sender is blank, and there is only a mobile phone number and contact name on the SMS interface.

Hasegawa Yu moved his fingers and hit directly.

After three beeps, the call was connected.

"senior!"

Without waiting for the person on the other end of the phone to speak, Hasegawa Yu spoke first, "I'm Hasegawa Yu, where can I find you?"

After a moment of silence, a cold voice came from the receiver, "I'll send you the address. It will be there within an hour and a half."

"OK."

Hasegawa Yuu nonchalantly put away the hung-up phone, pulled the suitcase beside him, and planned to walk out of the park first so that he could take a taxi on the roadside.

Thirty minutes later.

An orange-haired young man with a leaf hanging from his head emerged from a less traveled path and turned back into the park for the fourth time.

"Ah, this road isn't the right one either." Hasegawa Yuu slumped his shoulders. "Ararat, do you know how to get there?"

A system that watches people repeatedly pass the correct intersection without entering: ...

[Even the small details can't be ignored. I can't guarantee that you won't reveal flaws later, so I won't interfere.]

The implication is that he won't help.

Hasegawa Yu, who is very self-aware of his own acting skills, felt impressed. He blinked as if he understood and took out his mobile phone again.

"senior……"

The young man's tone on this call was a bit more frustrated than the previous one. "I'm lost."

"……Yeah."

The senior asked slowly, his voice rising slightly, "You mean you want me to pick you up?"

Hasegawa Yu unconsciously shrank his neck, and his voice became a little lower. "Ugh, I'm sorry."

"I see."

After a few seconds, I don't know what the senior thought about. When he spoke again, there was a hint of danger in his words, "Send me your location, I'll have a member of the organization nearby pick you up."

After the call ended, Hasegawa Yuu sent the location and held the black screen of his phone, "I thought senior would leave me alone."

After all, the senior's voice sounds super-cold.

It turns out that humans with nice voices are all good people!

After making an illogical conclusion, Hasegawa Yu returned to the bench where he had sat before, took out a palm-sized mirror from the small backpack slung over his body, picked off the leaves on his head, and straightened his bangs.

Well, today is also a day for perfect image management!

—

Deep in an alley near the park, where even sunlight is reluctant to come in.

A dull gunshot rang out, followed by the sound of a body falling to the ground. The person was shot dead without even a struggle.

"Murasai?"

Hearing his friend's question, Zhu Fujingguang casually glanced at the corpses at his feet and said, "Well, maybe I can see him if I send that newcomer to hell."

Without asking why Muranishi was killed, Furuya Rei on the other end of the line shrugged and said, "I'll get someone else to go."

"Wait." Zhu Fujingguang shook off his blood-spattered hand and casually put away his gun. "How about I go?"

"Hiro?"

As he spoke, the man in the gray-blue hoodie walked out of the alley, his black leather shoes stepping on the warm liquid flowing to the ground.

"Boss hasn't asked you to lead a new person in a long time since... doesn't Zero find it strange?"

A faint hum came from the receiver.

Zhu Fujing's lips curled up slightly, the sunlight from outside the alley falling into his eyes, but it couldn't add a trace of warmth to them. "It just so happens that I need to go over and wash my hands."

"Remember to tone it down a bit."

Furuya Rei stopped objecting. "I haven't been able to find out Boss's attitude towards him. So far, like Speyside, he seems to be a bumbling fellow."

Maybe he wanted to give him a warning.

"I see."

At this moment, an unusually brand new colorful leather ball rolled over and hit Zhu Fu Jingguang's feet.

He first lowered his eyes to look at the ball that was still shaking slightly, then slowly raised his eyelids and looked at the child a few steps away.

Perhaps the child's sixth sense detected something. The child sniffed, raised his hands to cover his eyes, stood there and burst into tears.

Seeing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang bent down, picked up the ball and walked towards him.

The black-haired, blue-eyed man had a gentle smile on his face, but his blood-stained hand caressed the child's tender face.

As the fingers with gun calluses brushed across the skin, large patches of dark red were left on it.

The shadow of the backlight enveloped the child's entire body, the pungent smell of blood spread, and the crying stopped abruptly.

The child's eyes, without a single tear, were faintly visible between his fingers, flashing with vigilance.

Zhu Fujingguang then returned the ball to him, his brows curved, and his voice soft, "Good boy."