Chapter 685: Chapter 273 [Number 006]
Buzz!
When Zhou Wang ntally chose “activate,” a thunderous roar erupted in his ears, louder than the noise of a Gulfstream G450 when it started up, and in an instant, Zhou Wang found himself plunged into a state of deafness.
At the sa ti, he felt his body going numb, each organ bearing imnse pressure. At that mont, Zhou Wang understood why the system had prompted him to maintain a good condition.
All sorts of static and bizarre whispers rushed into his mind; in his daze, Zhou Wang saw a clown in circus attire laughing and waving at him.
When Zhou Wang was nearly overwheld, his head pounding, his vision suddenly went white, and then all sounds ceased…
Ding!
[“Forgotten Ti—Number 006” Loaded]
[Note 1: When rewinding, please keep the host in the role of an observer, maintaining emotional stability and not interfering with yourself.]
[Note 2: To facilitate the host’s understanding, the “Chief’s Perspective” will be enabled during the rewind.]
With the prompt echoing in his mind, all of Zhou Wang’s discomfort ebbed away, and the surroundings turned tranquil.
Zhou Wang felt puzzled; he didn’t quite understand what “interfering with yourself” ant.
The next mont, Zhou Wang opened his eyes.
He was still lying on the soft white bed, with a gentle wall light illuminating the cabin. It seed that everything was unchanged from before.
So, was this device rely a product of solitude?
As Zhou Wang pondered, he suddenly noticed that he had sat up, abruptly… because he hadn’t made such a move.
It was as if “soone” had their own thoughts.
Only then did Zhou Wang realize that the environnt around him had significantly changed from before.
First, the cabin was more spacious; the bed behind him was no longer a single bed but a standard 1.8-ter-wide double bed. Secondly, the interior details were more luxurious; for instance, right beside the bed, there was a gold-plated clothes rack. Zhou Wang wasn’t sure if the texture was genuinely of gold, but it looked… like quite an expensive one.
In other words… he was still inside an aircraft cabin, but it was no longer the Gulfstream G450.
As Zhou Wang contemplated, “he” moved.
He stretched out his hand and picked up the well-tailored, finely crafted suit jacket from the clothes rack, putting it on while walking to the full-length mirror behind the cabin door, adjusting his attire.
Zhou Wang saw “himself.”
A handso face, familiar features—it was his appearance, yet the deanor was vastly different.
If he were to evaluate his own character, Zhou Wang always felt that he was an easygoing, lazy, carefree person who liked to joke around and play the rogue occasionally, or what you might call “street smart.”
His nickna “Cai University Chen Guanxi” was partly due to his looks, but his personality also played a role.
But the image in the mirror at this mont exuded aloofness in the brows and eyes, with a detached gaze, not turning away until his dress and hairstyle were ticulously arranged, then he turned to open the cabin door.
It was then Zhou Wang realized he was seeing himself, but also not quite himself.
Or rather, this was “himself” with a different mindset.
They shared sensory experiences, but Zhou Wang was essentially rely an observer. He was unsure if he could intervene in “this Zhou Wang’s” actions, but given the system’s prompts, Zhou Wang did not recklessly attempt.
It could likely trigger so uncontrollable accident.
“Mr. Zhou, you are awake.”
Just at the door of the aft cabin, when Zhou Wang appeared, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian girl, tall and dressed in professional business attire with black stockings, respectfully greeted him in fluent Chinese.
She wore gold-rimd glasses on her prominent nose, with facial features that bore a resemblance to the celebrity “Christiana Yeri.”
As Zhou Wang gazed at her, a stream of information suddenly surfaced in his mind.
“Caroline Dobrev, graduated from the University of Oxford in England, a brilliant financial graduate from a prestigious family, proficient in seven languages, outstanding abilities. She was your private secretary abroad, and during two years of working together, she was captivated by your personal charm, wholeheartedly loyal to you, to the point of blind adoration…”
As this information poured in, it was accompanied by mory fragnts, as if they were scattered pieces.
On the streets of Europe where white doves fluttered, he extended a helping hand to a girl in distress…
On Wall Street in the Beautiful Country, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the illuminated night, a girl excitedly staring at a computer screen stood up, reporting sothing to him standing by the window…
In a conference on Korea Jeju Island, Zhou Wang sat at the head of the table, his face shrouded in shadow. The girl on stage, confident and arrogant, exuded a natural nobility like a queen as she issued directives…
These scenes were fragnted, dreamlike, with a sense of blurriness and unreality.
They felt like forcibly implanted mories in Zhou Wang’s mind, and when he ca to, they seed like personal experiences, but many details were unclear due to the passage of ti.
So that’s what “Chief’s Perspective” ant.
While Zhou Wang was in a daze, “he” indifferently nodded to Caroline and walked forward.
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