Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

Oak himself didn't even remember that he had experienced such a tragic genocide. At this moment, he finally remembered the fear of being dominated.

"Grandpa? Is it you? Did you modify my original memory before you died? Why? Why did you do this?"

At that moment, the remaining head of Oak Wood kept shedding tears of blood and despair.

Oak is only stubborn in his head, but his heart is not made of iron.

Oak cried inconsolably as he recalled the tampered memories. He finally remembered his father, mother, grandfather and grandmother, and tried his best to fight that man.

There are so many level ten psychics and so many bug-level superpowers, any one of them can rule an entire star field.

Why? That man just smiled and watched them attack at will? He didn't fight back, but his eyes were full of contempt and disregard.

"You are such a foolish people, you think you are interstellar predators, but in fact you can't even touch the corner of my clothes. If it weren't for the fact that you interstellar termites are still useful, I would have wiped you out long ago. Do you see the absolute gap in strength? Even if I stand here and let you attack me, you can't hurt me at all."

The man walked forward gently and talked freely. He just stood there arrogantly and allowed so many level 10 psychics to attack him, but he was unharmed.

At that moment, Zhumu's grandfather Zhumeng and father Zhuyao looked at the man with the most desperate fear in their eyes.

They found that every time they made an attacking gesture towards the man, a corresponding scene would appear in reality.

No matter what powers or methods they use to attack, the final result will be their death.

They clearly didn't do anything, even if they just had an idea, the result was already determined?

They stood there and could not even think of killing the man. No matter what they did, the final result would be death.

Even if the man just stood there quietly and spoke a few words, thousands of different ways of dying would already appear in their minds.

Just by looking at that man, he was killed millions of times?

Is this an illusion? But why is the pain of death so real? As if it really happened?

"You termites, you will all die today. You can run, but you can't escape. Do you feel the despair? Time and space are back to zero!!!"

That person activated his special ability to reset time and space to zero, and in that instant everyone started running away frantically because no one knew what the effect of his special ability was.

However, they had clearly escaped, but in the end they saw their own tragic death?

Then something strange happened. They were clearly standing there and did not make any movement, including the 18-year-old boy Zhumu.

"You devil! I'm going to kill you!"

Oak picked up the sword and wanted to kill the man, but the next second he was chopped into a pile of minced meat and killed instantly.

“Huhuhuhu… What was that just now? I clearly used a sword to kill him. Was that wrong?”

When Zhumu regained consciousness, he looked at the sword in his hand. It had never been unsheathed? He had clearly pulled it out.

"Go to hell! I'll kill you!"

Zhumu immediately picked up the laser gun at his waist and pulled the trigger decisively!

But the next second, the laser shot out and pierced his heart. The heart-wrenching pain was so real?

"Huff, huff, huff... Is this reality or a dream? What on earth is this? I don't believe it! Come again!"

Oak picked up the bomb and continued to attack, but ended up being killed by the bomb again. His whole body was covered in flames and burned.

"Impossible? Is he invincible? What the hell is going on? I clearly remember that I did it? Why do I feel like I didn't do anything?"

Coming back to consciousness from death again, Oak seemed to see countless possible outcomes for his future?

In just a short moment, Oak saw himself die millions of times, in explosions, fire, freezing, poison gas, being torn into pieces, and so on.

It seemed like 10,000 years had passed in that moment? I remembered everything I had done during that time, but I stood there without moving?

I have done so much, but why do I seem to have done nothing?

It's not just Oak Wood, but also Father Oak Demon, Grandpa Oak Dream, Grandpa Oak Si, and Mother Oak Ai, they all stood there with cold sweats all over their bodies.

We have done it countless times, but in the end it seems like we have accomplished nothing?

Everyone looked at the man with desperate fear in their eyes. They were sweating all over, their bodies were shaking, and they didn't know what to do.

At that moment, it seemed as if tens of thousands of years had passed, and their spirits began to collapse!

I can’t beat him! I can’t beat him at all! What kind of supernatural power is this? What is going on?

"Zhu Mu! Run! Stay alive! As long as you stay alive, our deaths will not be in vain! You are the hope of all of us! You can definitely reverse time and space!"

Grandpa Zhu Meng decisively deleted Zhu Mu's horrific memory in the end. This was the last love a grandfather showed him before his death.

Everyone took action, some used killing moves, and some ran away.

But no matter what choice they make, their ending will not change.

"Don't kill me? Okay?"

Oak remembered that he had tried countless times, but always ended up dying miserably.

Oak collapsed, tears streaming down his face, and he knelt on the ground.

"People like you are not worth killing. Foolish Oak, if you want to kill me, then hate me, detest me. Then, live like a dog. Do your best to crawl in the darkness, do your best to survive. Escape, keep escaping, live in humiliation. Until one day when you have 18 level 10 superpowers, come to me again."

The man smiled slightly in the darkness, and then everyone's body instantly turned into a bloody mist.

Whether they choose to escape or attack, the outcome for everyone is determined from the moment they make their choice.

Death is the only way to escape.

Zhumu watched as all his relatives died instantly without a trace left. He was so desperate that he even forgot to cry or run away.

A pool of water beneath his body flowed towards the blood of his relatives, and the stinking smell accompanied by the smell of blood filled the entire courtyard.

In the darkness, the man turned around and smiled at Oak.

He is still a child, so I will let him go.