Chapter 767 Epitaph/Epitaph

I cannot predict the future that will be rewritten by my own butterfly effect. This has been a major concern for Malashenko for a long time and has made him feel uneasy. The usual routine of "travelers should be able to predict the future" is completely inapplicable to Malashenko.

As if responding to Malashenko's distress, all this now has a ray of hope and a solution.

"What I saw was the scene before my death? Are you kidding!? I led people to push Europe and was killed by NATO first? You are so outrageous!"

As if knowing what question Malashenko wanted to ask next from his surprised expression, the unidentified creature's next words further explained the truth.

"You want to ask how you died, right? Even I don't know that, after all, that's what you saw yourself or that's your ability."

"The next question you want to ask is why I told you all this and what's the use of it. Of course it's useful. Haven't you always wanted to overturn your fate and change the future? This is your chance."

"Although it's not clear whether what you saw will actually happen in the timeline you are in now, you need to make your own subjective judgment based on the actual situation. There is no free lunch in the world."

"But you still have a 50% chance of peeking into the future you really experienced. If you are sure that this future will really happen to you, and it's not the result you want, you might as well think about how to try to change this result, change everything you peeked at, or in other words, avoid your accidental death."

Malashenko seemed to understand a little bit what this woman, this unknown creature said.

But because of understanding what it meant, more puzzles burst out in Malashenko's heart like a blowout.

"You told me to change the future with my own actions to avoid dying, but as you said just now, I can only see what happened within 24 hours before dying! How can you let me change the future with a time span of 24 hours? I don't even know if this is true or how I died!"

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

Reward? I reward your mother with a banana peel! I wish you a son with no **, and you can only grab the sheets for the rest of your life!

"Forget it, you should still need some time to understand your ability. You are a time traveler caught in the gap between two timelines. Even your body is an inherited native body. Only your soul and consciousness actually travel to another timeline."

"If you didn't die exactly at the time you traveled to, you would probably have your soul and consciousness turned to ashes. You should thank the original owner of this native body. After all, it's better to die by chance than to die well, right?"

What the hell is this? I'm fucking cracked.

Malashenko, whose brain capacity was obviously insufficient, began to get angry. Of course, this anger was not due to anger, but simply due to the massive death of brain cells after thinking hard.

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

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

"What your fate is and how the world will present itself in the future depends entirely on your personal wishes and abilities. The road ahead is unpredictable and full of impenetrable darkness."

The explanation of the unknown creature continued, regardless of whether Malashenko could still listen, just like an old man listening to the radio for the sake of noise.

"To trigger this passive ability again, your body must have suffered bleeding trauma, and your spirit must have been greatly stimulated and your mind must be active. When you have both, you can glimpse the next unknown future."

"For example, when you were a gunner and commander of a T34 tank, your right eye hit the main gun sight and bled profusely. Your spirit was greatly stimulated and your mind was active because you saw the dawn of hope for victory by slaughtering the retreating German soldiers with the tricks and tactics you came up with, and therefore you tasted the pleasure of slaughtering the enemy and your mind was extremely excited."

The unknown creature moved its feet and paced around Malashenko, with an attitude that everything was under its control and 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 was real?"

Real? Malashenko didn't want the scene of pushing NATO to be real.

The Soviet army certainly has the ability to end the war in Europe before the US army on the mainland crosses the sea to come to support, but is it really good to have nuclear bombs flying all over the sky? This will destroy the world, okay! ?

Malashenko is now a peaceful war family. After the war, Malashenko still wants to live a peaceful life as usual. The scene of nuclear bombs flying all over the sky must be avoided as much as possible.

After sorting out his messy thoughts and calming down, Malashenko quickly gave an answer that was enough to convince himself.

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

"Very good."

The unknown creature appreciated the answer given by Malashenko, and decided to end this conversation without any concept of time.

"Learn to use this ability well, and you may be able to truly walk out a road of your own destiny. We will not see each other in the future, and you need to complete the road ahead by yourself."

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

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

No reply came from the ethereal white world. Malashenko felt that his consciousness in this gap in the alien space was rapidly blurring, as if he was replaying the process of coming here just now.

"Fuck! Another bastard who left without finishing his words, damn you!"

When he regained consciousness and opened his eyes again, Malashenko was already lying on his own bed, as if everything around him was detached from the hustle and bustle of the war and extremely quiet.

"You're awake, comrade commander, it's unbelievable that you fell asleep! But the operation was successful, I just cut the eyelid and your eyeball slid back by itself, so smoothly that it was unbelievable! I'll go prepare a report, there are some details that we need to inquire and record one by one, please wait for me, I'll be back soon!"

Looking at Karachev's figure hurriedly leaving 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 crack of the timeline.

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