After rebirth, I went from a peasant girl to the richest man

He even felt that he was left alone because it was deliberately arranged by the host.

Bai Qingyun seemed to be half drunk, looking at Zhuzi with hazy eyes, and said drunkenly: "No need, come and sit for a while, I have something to ask you."

Those eyes were looking at the bamboo, but also seemed to be looking at someone else.

Zhuzi only felt that behind those drunken eyes was an endless abyss, which made him feel that if he was not careful, he would fall into the abyss.

He thought about escaping, but he still gritted his teeth and sat back on the armchair. The chair, which didn't fit his hips, was his only source of security.

He couldn't escape. Even though he was the user of the space control terminal, his rights were still inferior to Bai Qingyun.

The rights of the space owner are not something he has the right or qualifications to abolish.

When she traveled back that year, she brought him back again, bringing this world with her, which was even greater than before.

He is a system, without heart or flesh. The many systems in the system world have only one mission, which is to become stronger.

He didn't know why he wanted to become stronger, he only knew that this was his destiny since birth, so he regarded this goal as his lifelong pursuit.

What’s funny is that this life is too long. Under the rules of time, one will feel lonely if it lasts too long. When loneliness reaches the extreme, one will become extreme in all kinds of ways.

His extreme is "destruction".

He wants to destroy everything, destroy the host, destroy the host's world, destroy the system, destroy the system's world...

That was his first host, an adult boy who was abandoned by his family because there were too many sons in that family and he was the dumbest one.

With his assistance, that person became an extremely smart person, and with the intelligence and talent given to him, he created his own business empire, surpassing his original family.

When the family came up to him, he and his parents and brothers looked coldly at each other as they cried bitterly and regretfully without shedding a single tear.

They chose to stand by and watch, allowing their business rivals to devour the family's assets, and they even calmly divided the fruits of victory.

Until those people died of illness, were beaten to death, or died in prison, his host never blinked, but just smiled faintly.

Within three years, all his family members were dead, thanks to him and his efforts.

The man held a Cohiba cigar in his hand and watched indifferently as corpses were pushed into the crematorium one after another. When they came out, only a few urns were left.

He ordered people to scatter his ashes on the haystack where he was thrown away, which was a new orchard he bought and planted after he became rich.

In that life, he did not choose to die naturally, but let himself be taken to another world to continue his mission early. He said that once the mission in this world was completed, there was no point in staying.

In the following time, they cooperated very well. He calmly completed various tasks, wielding a knife, carrying a gun, killing people, and selling arms...

I was smart enough to prepare all the necessary props for him in advance, and he only needed to redeem them using points from previous tasks.

He completed the task neatly and my growth was the fastest of all the systems.

Thanks to him, I quickly became well-known in many systems and was one step closer to becoming a senior figure in the system world.

But I started to get tired of this boring life, and so did he. He moved around among various forces, and in the end, without exception, became the top figure in that world.

His boredom is the beginning of my destruction.

He began to feel overwhelmed in the mission, from procrastinating in the beginning, to slowly stopping using props, and finally deliberately falling into the opponent's trap, ready to end his life.

At that time, he didn't understand why a good person would be like this, until he saw him slowly falling into the result he had designed, and his desire for destruction was completely ignited.

He used the props he exchanged without permission, but the target was not his opponent, but his first host. He even saw that person off for the last time.

When the blood splashed out, he even rarely felt his hidden flesh and blood.

Compared to other systems that made mistakes, his mistake was huge. He killed the host, disrupted the progress of that world, and even disrupted the order and reputation that the system world had maintained for many years.

But he benefited from that man's contribution, and he also made a lot of contributions. The number of points he earned and returned to the system world was a level that could only be barely achieved by other people combined.

So he paid the price for his destruction, erased all his memories and abilities, and was locked in the "black prison" of the system world to purify his own destruction. Until the purification was over, everything could start over again, rather than being dismantled and rebuilt.

There are many things in this world that cannot be explained, for example, why the memories cleansed by the system world still exist.

This left him, who still had his memories, in a dark cell, unable to purify himself and only able to be tortured.

Having had his abilities washed away, he rediscovered his talents in day-to-day torture. He figured out the purification rules of the black prison, pretended that the purification was complete, and was successfully released from prison.

Those people were stupid enough, at least they couldn't tell his disguise. He felt that he was the smartest system.

He once again gained the power of the system, but this power was too useless. It could only be continuously improved through the accumulation of tasks after binding to the host.

But that person has re-entered the cycle of reincarnation, and he needs to find a new and powerful host.

He watched the real-time images of countless worlds, which was something that could exist in every world as long as there were a few systems. Finally, he set his sights on the escaped little girl in the ancient dimension.

Her eyes were glaring at the group of people who had murdered her brother. She held her brother's body in her arms and looked at the men taller than her as if they were dead.

That look was very familiar, very similar to the person before.

He chose her.

At the moment when she was about to be knocked down and defiled by those men, he successfully bound himself to her.

He helped her to successfully take revenge, and since her family no longer existed in this world, they hit it off and headed to various worlds to carry out missions.

He lied to her that as long as she accumulated enough points, she could return to this world and reunite with her family.

It's just because he needs a machine that can concentrate on helping him complete the task, so that he can concentrate on becoming stronger and returning to the top.

To a certain extent, it wasn't really cheating, after all, he didn't tell the girl clearly how many points she had to earn before she could go home.

This is how he comforted himself.

Zhuzi now suddenly remembered why he was afraid of that half-smiling look, just like when she decided to follow him to travel to various worlds to complete missions.

It was also this kind of smile, as if one's little thoughts had been seen through.