As for the mystery it truly contains, when it comes to lexical explanations, it provides three possibilities: the first being: reset to zero, the second: infinity, and the third: transcendence. It's not as simple as the Third Rhythm law proposed by Feng Yi based on human philosophical standards.

Therefore, Feng Yi's special ability is more aptly called resetting to zero, infinity, or transcendence.

"Now you should understand how I've survived all the way here."

"Got it. In some ways, this could be considered cheating, right?"

"Not necessarily. If I'm cornered by enemy soldiers and no better escape routes exist, your experience actually gives you a higher success rate."

While playing a video game, Mo Ying explained, though controlling the human body in a game also presents many challenges. To put it another way, no matter how sharp your thinking is, you cannot escape the dimensional limitations of three-dimensional space-time, which entirely restricts its performance. However, from a human perspective, this makes sense, so Mo Ying explained that the game itself is no big deal, while the competitive aspect sparks a bit of interest, though just a bit.

"By the way, Feng Yi, you can call me Allen in the future."

"Huh? Allen, why do you willingly choose to be a beggar? But then again, have you started taking an interest in human inventions and creations?"

"Haha, you have to try a bit of everything, right? After all, staying in a four-dimensional space-time gets rather dull." Even Mo Ying's tone changed dramatically as if he had suddenly become a different person.

Listening to Mo Ying's voice, Feng Yi suddenly remembered something: Lasso, who is still asleep in the freezing container. But the storage time in the container is limited. Although it can't be compared to being unprotected in outer space, where his physical body would be devoured by anaerobic bacteria after a few years, Lasso's corpse is protected by the container. He could ask Mo Ying to attach to Lasso's body.

"Mo Ying, if possible, could you attach yourself to another person's body?"

"Attach to another person's body?"

"Yes, Lasso."

"I know him." Through time reflections or rather ever since Feng Yi was born, Mo Ying had observed, watching Lasso raise him. This decision was made when Feng Yi was born.

"Why have me attach to his body? Of course, I don't have specific standards for whom I attach to."

Feng Yi explained to Mo Ying that attaching to Mo Ying's body is better than keeping the corpse stored, as over time, there's a possibility it might never wake up. Using another method to revive it increases the chances of life's continuation.

"It's no use. He's already dead, and his condition is quite different from yours. There is no connection between him and me."

Feng Yi felt inexplicably lost and immediately asked, "Is there no way to save him?"

"I wouldn't say it's completely hopeless. In a few years, the Blade Warrior will develop an upgraded blood serum and conquer the B-type genetic technical difficulties, but under bizarre interferences, I can't guarantee everything will go smoothly."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi's eyes brightened! "So, the old man can still be saved?"

"According to the normal world line development, yes."

"Thank you, Mo Ying. I think this counts as the first time I've beaten you in a problem."

"Hehe, that was just idle chatter. From now on, don't call me Mo Ying, and don't reveal my secret. That's my first demand for defeating you." As he spoke, Mo Ying immediately put down the controller. More accurately, he should be called Allen because Allen had already successfully completed two rounds.

Looking at Feng Yi's gaping mouth, which seemed wide enough to fit countless eggs, Allen let out a laugh akin to a tractor sound, "So, little brother, I guess this time you lost."

Feng Yi silently nodded, finding it hard to believe what he saw before him. At least he believed that Mo Ying wouldn't, or rather couldn't, play tricks on him in this matter. As he mentioned defeating the game using a method humans can't understand, it was undoubtedly through the method he just mentioned, rather than other means.

"Wait a minute!" Feng Yi immediately said, "You've completed two rounds, and so have I. How can you say I lost?"

"Check the scores. In competitive games, when it's a tie, the higher score wins. You don't have any dispute over this, right?"

Undeniably, the result in any competitive game matters, or time. But with equivalent timing, the score reflects a player's level. Clearly, my score of 5.08 million wasn't bad.

However, using his special ability, this old ghost managed to achieve perfection with a score of 5.19 million—a world record of sorts—completed in one go. This ability is undeniably overpowered.

Seeing the score, Feng Yi nodded in acknowledgment, indicating he conceded defeat in this game. However, for the upcoming fighting game, he was determined not to compete with Mo Ying, even if given a day to adapt, let alone without adaptation.

"Hey, aren't you going back on your word? Didn't we agree to play games after flying the plane? Honestly, I'm quite curious about that game you recommended."

"Well... Let's not play, let's not play..." Feng Yi waved his hands in denial, explaining his concerns. Compared to 1945, if there was any slight suspense in the game, King of Fighters had none. It's known that guy can see future development changes using special abilities. If he and Mo Ying were to duel, no matter what moves or plans he had, the other side would instantly perceive them.

"Did you forget? I can't predict your trajectory."

Can't predict? Right, Mo Ying had just mentioned that his situation differs from others. "So let's try, but this time it doesn't count towards the score."

"Alright, but you have to tell me how to operate."

"That's easy. You can observe the time reflections using your special ability; you don't need me to say anything, right?"

"True."

After some time, Mo Ying was well-acquainted with the game's settings. "Let's start."

Feng Yi was immediately taken out by Mo Ying twice.

"This isn't right. You've never played this game, and fighting game skills are built on experience. How could you predict my moves?"

"Through fate."

"That's not right; you said my fate line is unique."

"Unique as it may be, it doesn't lack traces." Mo Ying explained to Feng Yi that his situation is indeed special, with many possibilities he couldn't fathom. However, these possibilities are established under extraordinary circumstances. In other words, if Feng Yi fights him with a normal mindset, conventional strategies will also be seen through.

In short, while Feng Yi has this ability to reverse fate, he hasn't applied it to the game. How to use that ability in the game is something he needs to figure out.

Isn't that unfair? Can this even be played fairly? Yet when Feng Yi voiced this, Mo Ying's answer allowed him to catch a vague, faint notion, "You have your rules, I have mine. This game is fair for both you and me."

After all, Mo Ying had never played this type of game before, and his victory over Feng Yi completely depended on higher-dimensional infinite refraction of time lines, and Feng Yi happened to have the conditions to break those refractions. So this seemingly unfair match was fair to both.

If Feng Yi broke past this barrier, he could use his experience to defeat Mo Ying. Otherwise, the outcome was self-evident.

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