From the moment he arrived in this world, Chris sensed a certain malicious intent directed at him.
After learning that this unknown entity was Death, Chris simply assumed it was because he had entered Death's list.
But having experienced Death's extremely emotional targeting, and Jiaozi sending him to this world, as well as the verification of his hypothesis after the biker beneath his feet was revived by him,
Chris had vaguely realized the fundamental reason why Death was targeting him.
From Death's various manipulations in the movies, it's clear that everyone he calculated were descendants of the people Iris saved back then.
In other words, this guy has always been paying for his past work mistakes.
From the earliest known Iris, throughout several decades, all those killed by Death were lucky survivors who lived due to various reasons.
They were fugitives who escaped the death list.
Everything Death did was to rectify his mistakes.
However, because Iris saved at least dozens of people back then, and they continued to have descendants, these descendants would then interfere with other people's lives for various reasons.
In this situation, more people who should have died would become death fugitives and live peacefully.
Over several decades, just considering the impact caused by Iris alone, Chris felt this was an extremely complex and massive problem.
By the most conservative estimate, Chris believed there were at least tens of thousands of death fugitives.
And there would be hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of people whose fates were indirectly affected by these fugitives.
"Tsk tsk tsk, if being Death is a job, then you're dead!"
Chris, who felt he had found Death's root cause, gave a sinister smile, then stepped down, and the biker he had revived returned to his destined path.
If it weren't for the experiment, Chris wouldn't bother with such a self-destructive person.
However, after saving him, Chris originally didn't intend to do anything more, planning to leave him there to see if Death would let him live.
But Chris suddenly thought that his act of saving someone as an outsider would increase Death's workload, which is why Death wanted to kill him.
So, if he killed someone, would it lighten Death's workload, or would it also be counted as an increase?
It was this thought that led Chris, acting on the principle of not bothering two masters with one task, to directly make the biker a subject of another experiment.
After the other party's head exploded, Chris sensed Death's increased malice and immediately burst into hearty laughter.
"Hahaha, what's wrong? Did I tear up your perfectly made fake accounts? Or was your well-prepared plan forced to be scrapped?"
Feeling the malice continuously growing and intensifying, Chris became even happier.
Because the last time he sensed this level of malice, a tanker truck directly crashed into him.
But now there was no such premonition, indicating that Death summoning meteorites was not without cost.
At least, the other party would be unable to target Chris again for a short period.
After learning this, Chris straddled the fallen motorcycle nearby, found it still worked normally, and then returned to the hotel to grab his drink and leave.
Since killing people could also cause trouble for Death, Chris had no need to save those who were destined to die.
Now, in Chris's eyes, Death in this world was just a diligent worker desperately trying to fix mistakes, and he was the troublemaker who would increase his workload by hundreds or thousands of times.
So, as long as Chris caused enough big and numerous troubles, this diligent worker would eventually be exhausted to death on the job by the massive workload.
This was the method Chris thought of to mess with Death.
Although he didn't know if it would succeed, it certainly didn't cost Chris anything, so he might as well try it first.
Thinking that the other party used the butterfly effect to create accidental deaths, Chris decided to create a butterfly effect so vast and unmanageable that it would directly exhaust him to death.
And in human society, to create such a butterfly effect, who would be more suitable than the capitalists who control the future and destiny of millions of people?
Having determined his target group, Chris rode his motorcycle towards the nearest major city.
With a way to mess with Death, Chris's demeanor became much more relaxed, and he arrived at the target city humming a tune all the way.
This was not the big city Chris had visited before, but it was a luxurious metropolis of the same caliber.
As soon as he arrived, Chris spotted a familiar sign.
"Ah! Marriott Group, and it's the headquarters building! How can there be such a coincidence in this world?"
Chris casually tossed away the newspaper he had brought from the small town, which reported on the Marriott Group's lawsuit against the oil tycoon with a huge sum of money.
Thinking about how the more than thirty million he had received was smashed to smithereens by the meteorite before he could even spend much, Chris felt a pang of heartache.
Because he still had to pay for Jiaozi out of his own pocket.
If he had spent it all enjoying himself, it would have been fine, but the large sum of cash evaporated before he even had a chance to warm it.
Had he known this would happen, he would have listened to the Hotel Manager and simply opened an account to save it.
But thinking about these things now was useless; it was better to kill a few capitalists and cause some trouble for Death.
On the top floor of the Marriott Building, an internal meeting for Marriott executives was underway.
"Thirteen hundred million! Those two idiots really dared to ask for so much! They're just a few commoners, where did they calculate such a large sum of money from?"
"According to the investigation, the Hotel Manager tampered with the guest check-in information, changing all guests who checked in in the past two months to these two days."
"Hmph! Quite clever, but this matter will be handled internally. As for Rockefeller, we'll still demand the thirteen hundred million. Even if we spend a billion on the lawsuit, we must win this case!"
Hearing the stern order from the big boss, David Marriott, CEO Anthony nodded and said, "Family shame should not be aired. I will arrange a suitable exit for both of them!"
"Hmm!" David exhaled a puff of thick smoke, responding with a light hum.
Then Anthony took out a document and said with a frown, "It's just that one deceased's family member has already received the compensation, all in cash, and we currently have no way to recover it."
"Deceased, Chris Griffin. Beneficiary family member, Stewie Griffin." The big boss David took the document and also frowned as he read the words on it.
"Are you sure this guy isn't trying to scam insurance? Aren't these the names of two characters from family guy? Fox even wanted me to invest in it back then!"
"Uh..." The CEO rubbed his head; he also remembered this matter, which was why he looked equally troubled.
If this guy named Stewie had deposited the money into a bank, no matter which bank, he would have been confident in recovering the compensation.
But he never expected that those two money-grubbing fools would let the other party leave with cash. Now, even with the Marriott Group's influence, it would be difficult to find the other party in a short time.
And a day and a half had passed since the incident; who knew which country the other party was enjoying themselves in now.