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Du Wensen, fully dressed, sat motionless in the back, his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep. In his mind, a dialog box appeared:
Name: Du Wensen
Level:1
Strength:17 (average person: 11)
Constitution: 11
Agility: 12
Intelligence:18
Tip: The Rebirth System is bound. If you die, you will be promoted to a higher level and automatically return to 24 hours ago. If you die 99 times, you will leave this world.*
Du Wensen spoke softly, "I love this world so much. How could I be willing to leave it? System, I'll never die even once. Do you dare to bet with me?"
"Marvel world, I love you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the car suddenly crashed.
With a loud "Bang," Du Wensen's body slammed into the roof of the car. The vehicle spun uncontrollably and rolled more than thirty meters before coming to a stop.
Du Wensen regained consciousness, blood dripping from his head. He saw a figure in the distance, holding an RPG and aiming it at him.
"Fortunately, I took the last cigarette from Kevin's pack before I left," Du Wensen muttered.
He fumbled through his clothes and found a crumpled cigarette. He placed it between his lips and waved his hand toward the man. "Come on, little darling, help me light this."
A puff of smoke came in response, and as it hit the car, a violent explosion obliterated everything.
*Tip: Du Wensen has died. The Rebirth System has been activated. Resurrection is commencing. Time is being reverted 24 hours ago!*
**Name:** Du Wensen
**Level:** 1
**Strength:** 17
**Constitution:** 16
**Agility:** 17
**Intelligence:** 23
As Du Wensen opened his eyes, he found himself back in prison. He immediately groaned in frustration.
"Oh, haha, isn't this my lovely Kevin? You must be missing me," he muttered under his breath.
"Go away! I'm out of cigarettes. Stay away from me, or I'll let my big brother teach you a lesson during the break," Kevin threatened.
Kevin had no idea what bad luck he had. The new inmate, Du Wensen, had been staring at him and laughing all night, scaring him so much that he couldn't sleep until he was given a cigarette in the morning. After that, things had quieted down.
That cigarette was worth more than a hundred dollars in this prison. Kevin swore that when he was released, he would teach this ignorant "yellow-skinned monkey" a lesson and show him that even in prison, it's still their world.
Just then, Kevin suddenly smelled smoke and looked back to see Du Wensen blowing a puff of smoke into the air.
"My cigarettes!" Kevin shouted, rushing toward Du Wensen and snatching the half-pack of cigarettes from his hand.
Du Wensen didn't resist, allowing Kevin to take the cigarettes. He then smirked and said, "You want to hide three cigarettes, two in your sleeves, and five to give to your 'friends' when you leave, right? Damn it, boss, let him teach me a lesson."
Kevin froze and stared at Du Wensen in shock.
"How do you know what I was thinking?"
"My guess!" Du Wensen winked and lay back on his bed.
Everything in this world is most interesting when it's new and unknown. Du Wensen had seen most of the titles known to mankind in his previous life—honest man, philanthropist, successful individual, lunatic, idiot, pervert, criminal, psychopath, etc. He thought he'd seen it all, and in the end, he chose death.
But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself resurrected in a different world. This world was beautiful, full of surprises, and even the prison had its charm. However, after his rebirth, the prison held no interest for him anymore. The 24 hours of rebirth had left this place with a distasteful atmosphere.
Death leading to rebirth was an insult to Du Wensen. He didn't need rebirths to upgrade; to him, it was a mockery of the system.
Soon, it was time for the rare half-hour of free time. When the cell door opened, the prisoners screamed and rushed toward freedom.
Du Wensen slowly walked behind the others, finding a corner where he squatted and began counting ants.
"Hey! Yellow-skinned monkey, it was you who smoked my little brother's cigarette, wasn't it?" a voice sneered.
Du Wensen looked up to see five or six large white men surrounding him, with Kevin standing behind them.
In this prison, as long as you didn't seriously hurt someone, the guards usually turned a blind eye. Du Wensen had tried this the previous day. He wasn't interested in scaring them this time; he had no desire to repeat the same scenario.
"Hey! The kid is scared. It's no use. You were real arrogant when you asked my little brother for a cigarette!" Kevin's boss taunted.
Du Wensen rolled his eyes and continued counting the ants, ignoring them.
This only enraged the group more.
"Hit him! Beat him hard!" Kevin's boss ordered, and the others started swinging their fists at Du Wensen mercilessly.
Du Wensen thought to himself, *At least it's not the same result as last time. That's a bit interesting.*
Even though punches hit his body, and some kicks moved his feet, Du Wensen made no attempt to fight back or speak.
It wasn't easy for these big white men to find such a good target to vent their anger on, so they kept hitting harder, with no intention of stopping.
Just then, a shout interrupted them.
"Stop! If you don't, I'll call the prison guards!"
Du Wensen looked up and saw a white guy in his twenties who was intervening. Du Wensen hadn't seen him yesterday.
"Boy, I advise you not to meddle in our business. If you offend us, I guarantee you won't survive here," Kevin's boss threatened.
"I'll say it again. If you dare to bully him again, I'll call the prison guards!" the young man said without fear.
Though the guards usually turned a blind eye to such incidents, they still had to act if someone shouted. The group of men, unwilling to risk the guards' involvement, glared at the young man, then reluctantly backed away.
"Hello, my name is Michael Scofield. Are you seriously injured? Do you need me to call a doctor?" the young man asked, concerned.
Upon hearing the name, Du Wensen instantly recognized him. He had watched several seasons of *Prison Break* and knew who Michael Scofield was. Meeting the protagonist in this way made the prison seem a little more interesting.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Du Wensen. I'm very interested in your jailbreak plan. Can I participate?" Du Wensen asked, smiling broadly.