My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 70 - 68 Buddha Said

Chapter 70: Chapter 68 Buddha Said

The book still included a photograph.

The photographer was clearly standing on a boat, the image only showing a sharp bow.

In the distance, a dark cloud as black as ink spun, forming a massive eye of the storm, with rain pouring down and lightning striking as if to tear the entire sky apart!

Even just looking at the photo, one could feel the terrifying pressure coming from nature itself.

The boat that the photographer was on had its bow pointing straight ahead, seemingly about to charge into the center of the storm.

The author of the photo could be called a soulful photographer, as even from just a boat’s bow, it felt like one could sense the boat’s fearless courage and boldness in the face of the storm.

"Do we really have to be so tragic..."

Meng Lang helplessly held his forehead.

He naturally had read the original "The Old Man and the Sea," perhaps that’s why this issue was hinting at himself using this title.

If one wanted to change destiny, they needed to possess some traits of "Santiago"...

Like calmly accepting defeat, like bravely facing death, like not bowing down to fate...

From the description, the event that changed Gao Yuan’s entire life was supposed to happen tonight.

And clearly, an electric shock device was not enough to help Gao Yuan escape tonight’s nightmare, given the enemy’s overwhelming numbers.

Expecting a woman with no combat power to use such a device to fight her way out was obviously unrealistic, and at most could only give Xu Jingsong a little unexpected scare.

But for me to step in...

Damn it! I only have just over ten million in my pocket, barely having moved past the beginner’s village, and you want me to directly face a big boss like Xu Jingsong?

Isn’t that too risky, brother!

The mere casually dispatched "elite monster" like Yuan Li wiped me out three times.

If I were to directly confront Xu Jingsong now, never mind the cost, the key issue is there’s just no time!

The battle is tonight, but the new "brothers" won’t be ready until at least tomorrow noon.

Are you forcing me into a hand-to-hand combat?

Yes! You’re right, we cannot ask for a life ocean without storms because risks and hardships are part of life.

But the problem is, this storm is just a bit too fierce, isn’t it?

Having read through the episode, Meng Lang felt some parts were ambiguous.

Like why was the answer to "the light of righteousness" mistaken? And why had he taken Xiao Yu to Gravity?

Putting aside these details, the core idea the author wanted to convey was already quite clear.

Brother... mere licking isn’t enough!

Laozi has died yet again...

Meng Lang sighed.

He was still somewhat presumptuous.

For a woman who had climbed out of hell, like-mindedness? Similar interests? Or the electric shock device he gave her?

Could these be reasons enough for her to obey him?

Not enough! Far from enough!

In the end, he was merely a bystander, watching the tragedy unfold from the sideline.

When encountering injustice, at most he could only vocally support justice, yet he hadn’t drawn his sword to help, and for a victim, these two were vastly different.

Meng Lang flipped to another page of the book.

As expected, there was an easter egg!

Beyond the main content above, the book concluded with a medical paper, signed... startlingly by "Lin Xiaoyu."

This was truly a huge surprise.

Since "he" had included Xiaoyu’s paper, it indicated that her research was at least at the forefront of the field for that era.

At such a young age, to be called "promising" was fitting!

So... was this an unintended benefit?

Yesterday’s casual joke turned into a small sapling that has grown into a lush tree with the acceleration of time, and with time, couldn’t it grow into a towering tree?

Education! Indeed, it needs to start from childhood!

He remembered that in the "Late Justice" version, Lin Haitang once mentioned that Xiao Yu had chosen the International Detective Science Academy because of him, and she was already beginning to make her mark?

What embodies a scholastic champion? Being proficient in everything, that’s what it takes to be a scholastic champion!

Oh my goodness!

Did I just stumble upon a treasure of a girl?

He shifted his gaze to the slightly lengthy title of the thesis.

"Peripheral Blood Neurogenic Exosomal Synaptic Proteins Predicting Asymptomatic Alzheimer’s Disease Technology (2038)"

As an amateur scientist for two years, Meng Lang glanced over it briefly and indeed, it was a bit of a stretch to fully understand.

He could only vaguely understand that this was a cutting-edge medical technology capable of predicting Alzheimer’s disease 3-4 years in advance.

This technology wasn’t much help in treating symptoms, but it could predict the onset of the disease.

Anyone with a bit of medical knowledge knows that diseases are best treated early when they are easiest to nip in the bud.

Therefore, this technology had significant meaning for other Alzheimer’s patients.

At least those wealthy people who always seem to misplace their phones wouldn’t hesitate to spend a small fortune to check if they would suffer from dementia later on.

Of course, for Meng Lang, who already knew his physical condition, the utility wasn’t that significant.

However, it was still a good start.

"Gurgle~"

Meng Lang touched his stomach, then stood up and brushed off the grass clippings from his clothes.

"Increased intestinal movement, louder bowel sounds... this means, it’s time to eat!"

...

Stepping out of the park, Meng Lang walked while pondering over how to choose his future path.

From a technical standpoint, what lay before him was a pure "affinity" mission.

If successful, his affinity with Gao Yuan, a key figure with a "legendary template," would undoubtedly soar.

This meant he could exert greater influence over Changqing Biological, invest more resources in the future, and accelerate the research of Alzheimer’s treatment methods.

Although its success wasn’t guaranteed, this was the most feasible path to success for an ordinary person like Meng Lang.

If it failed...

Refer to "The Old Man and the Sea" for details.

Choosing to act, whether successful or not, involved immense risks.

Even if Xu Jingsong wouldn’t murder someone in broad daylight, Meng Lang would undoubtedly enter the opponent’s "direct line of sight" and draw certain hostility.

The immediate risk wasn’t as dire as facing Yuan Li’s gunpoint, but the subsequent potential risks were indeed numerous.

This did not align with his basic strategic policy of "Don’t be rash, hold on, you are a late-game hero."

Of course, Meng Lang could also choose not to put all his eggs in one basket.

Ahead lied a hell-mode dungeon, but stepping back offered opportunities not as profitable but with significantly less difficulty.

Without Changqing Biological, it wasn’t that he couldn’t develop medication for dementia.

"Never think that we can escape; every step we take determines the final outcome, and our steps are leading towards the destiny we choose!"

Indeed, as another version of himself had said in a different dimension, his choices tonight would impact his entire future.

Once again, he arrived at a crossroads of fate.

This time, it was a balance between "benefit" and "risk," with perhaps some moral decisions mixed in.

He suddenly stopped walking, as two signs appeared in front of him at the street corner.

On the left: "Old Store Beef Offal Shop."

On the right: "Good to Come Vegetarian Restaurant."

Meng Lang: "..."

Ordinary people are oblivious to their destiny’s track, so they wouldn’t realize.

Perhaps an inadvertent turn might mean reaching the ends of the earth, maybe a look back signifies meeting each other, maybe a goodbye means never seeing each other again.

Perhaps turning left is Heaven, maybe turning right leads to Hell...

By the time ordinary people recognize their fate, they may have already missed a chance to alter their destiny.

But Meng Lang was different.

He was acutely aware that these were two distinctly different lives.

After pausing for a long while, Meng Lang sighed softly and finally took a step to the right.

"Buddha said: ’If I don’t enter Hell, who will?’"