In short, this person boasted in the most mysterious and exaggerated way. But his brain had already crashed for ten years, living like a walking corpse.

After sleeping for ten years, today he suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. How strange.

Director Gavin Clark hurried to see this extraordinary person. What had happened, that he actually woke up?

"Director, the affair between you and Colonel Reed has already been discovered by her husband."

Gavin Clark was shocked: "Ah?!"

Patient No. 9, Quentin, said, "The military scientist confronted Colonel Reed about it, just an hour ago. Colonel Reed admitted it, and wants to divorce her husband to be with you."

Director Gavin Clark was even more astonished: "How—how is that possible? I have long since seen through the vanity of the world and vowed to become an ascetic. Why would I take this so seriously? I have no intention of ruining their relationship! That couple is a match made in heaven, so well suited!"

Patient No. 9, Quentin: "Damn, shameless!"

Gavin Clark: "Quentin, how did you... how do you know about this? Did you calculate it?"

Quentin: "Even if I didn't see it, I can deduce what happened from the quantum aura at the scene, and I can infer what will happen in the future from all the causal chains."

Gavin Clark said, "Then tell me, what will happen in the future?"

Quentin said, "Captain Reed is determined to divorce and be with you. The military scientist, consumed by rage, wants revenge. So he will detonate a secretly developed X-bomb, turning the entire psychiatric hospital to ashes, and blowing you two adulterers to pieces."

Gavin Clark was terrified, his voice trembling: "When will he detonate it? When? I have to stop him."

Quentin closed his eyes and said, "Five!"

Gavin Clark said, "Five days? Five hours?"

Quentin continued, "Five, four, three, two, one..."

Chapter 3: Transmigration—Recognizing a Thief as Father

"Boom, boom, boom..."

As Patient No. 9, Quentin, finished his countdown, earth-shattering explosions erupted, and a mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

The entire special psychiatric hospital was completely leveled.

In the last second before the explosion, Gavin Clark glared angrily at Patient No. 9, Quentin. Although he didn't speak, his gaze said it all.

"Quentin, are you insane? You clearly knew destruction was coming in advance, so why didn't you stop it?"

"Director, what's the most important thing in life?"

"Being happy?"

"No! You can't break the chain of causality. What is meant to happen must happen, or else it will cause a butterfly storm."

"I..."

The handsome and fit Director Gavin Clark, along with everyone in the psychiatric hospital, was blown to pieces, utterly dead.

"And the future I vaguely saw is just too wonderful..." Patient No. 9 murmured to himself.

At the instant of the cataclysmic explosion, twenty-nine soul shadows darted into Gavin Clark's body, then were completely annihilated.

...

No one knew how much time had passed. It felt like only a moment, yet as if countless spaces and times had gone by. Gavin Clark gradually regained consciousness.

His eyes were still closed, but his senses had returned.

He was clearly already dead, blown to pieces, wasn't he? Why was he still alive now?

Where... where was this? The atmosphere felt a bit oppressive, not exactly harmonious.

There were clearly quite a few people, yet it was very quiet, and at the same time filled with a sense of restlessness and anticipation.

As if using all his strength, Gavin Clark opened his eyes, and then saw an unbelievable scene.

"Swish..."

A blade rose and fell, blood splattered everywhere, and a head was severed from the neck, rolling across the ground.

This brutal and bloody scene happened less than three meters in front of Gavin Clark, and even the warm blood splashed directly onto his face.

Gavin Clark didn't even have time to react.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

Several executioners raised and dropped their blades again, chopping off three more heads, averaging one per second.

This was a strange ancient world, and this... was actually an execution ground, and they were beheading people right now?!

As the director of a special psychiatric hospital, Gavin Clark had seen a lot, and immediately realized—he had transmigrated.

But where had he transmigrated to? What era? What was his identity? Why did he transmigrate?

He knew none of this.

The special psychiatric hospital exploded, and he transmigrated. What about the others from the hospital? What about those twenty-nine psychiatric patients?

In almost an instant, dozens of questions and hundreds of thoughts burst into Gavin Clark's mind.

Of course, Gavin Clark quickly pushed these stray thoughts aside.

Because it would soon be his turn to be executed—he had transmigrated into a death row prisoner.

On the execution ground, dozens of people were kneeling, being beheaded one by one, one per second.

At this moment, there were only thirteen people between Gavin Clark and the executioner, which meant in thirteen seconds, it would be his turn to lose his head.

He had to save himself, had to save himself.

Within thirteen seconds, he had to find a way to survive, or else his head would be gone.

Every hair on Gavin Clark's body stood on end, like a cat sensing danger.