Reader: Meow ~
For a loser who always stays at home and wants to save the world, transmigration = opportunity = realization of dream = a bunch of fair, rich, and beautiful women waiting for him = a bunch of tall, rich, and handsome men waiting for him (Eh, something strange has mixed in).
But for Du Ze, time travel is a tragedy. After seeing the two moons, Du Ze no longer thinks that this is Earth. It would have been fine if he had transmigrated to a modern parallel world. As a technological geek, he would still have room to play, even if it was a futuristic sci-fi world. However, if he had transmigrated to an ancient martial arts world, he would be able to play out the evolutionary history of a person's coffee table. Not to mention the fact that Du Ze's specialty is computers, but there were no computers in ancient times. Du Ze's basic setting is already a tragedy: he is a person with high myopia who will die if he loses his glasses. In addition, Du Ze silently touched his ear. There was a pair of dark blue headphones that looked very fashionable, but no matter how cool, crazy, and evil it was (?). It couldn't cover up the fact that it was a hearing aid.
Who can tell him that if this thing ran out of battery, how could a short and poor person with a weak hearing and myopia survive in ancient times …?
– Look, hidden weapon!
– … I can't see it.
– Listen, there are footsteps!
– … I can't hear it QAQ!
So if there was a survey of "people who don't want to travel to ancient times," Du Ze would definitely be number one.
Similarly, if there was a survey of "people who died the fastest in ancient times," Du Ze would still be number one.
Thinking of that very likely tragic future, Du Ze pushed up his glasses, seemingly calm, but actually flustered … He opened the doujinshi again.
This guy is not as simple as a doujinshi! Whose doujinshi would cause the reader to travel to another world! So, so hurry up and refresh him back!
However, Du Ze read the doujinshi dozens of times, but he still didn't get transported back to his doghouse. Du Ze trembled and closed the doujinshi. If he continued to read it, he would shamelessly betray Master Cang.
Du Ze's moral integrity was crying.
The physically and mentally exhausted and bitter reader desperately recognized the fact that he had crossed over and could not go back. Du Ze began to look around, finally concerned about his current situation.
What caught his eye was a vast expanse that stretched as far as the eye could see. The ground was not made of soil, but of transparent crystals that resembled ice. Du Ze looked down and could see the blue sky and white clouds under his feet through the crystal. Yes, it was the blue sky and white clouds. It was as if he was stepping on the whole sky through a thin layer of ice. The sky beneath their feet was the blue and white of a sunny day. As they went further, the blue and white gradually turned into an orange-red color, just like the transition from noon to evening, until it reached the horizon. The same was true of the sky above Du Ze's head. The sky above him was the dark color of midnight, with twinkling stars and two "moons" emitting a purple and yellow light. The further it went, the color of the sky seemed to be transitioning from midnight to dawn, all the way to the horizon. The surroundings were very spacious, and it was impossible to distinguish north, south, east, and west. There was only one direction where there was a huge pillar of light that pierced the sky.
Ice crystal ground, sky above and below, two moons, a huge pillar of light … Du Ze was speechless. What is this strong sense of déjà vu? He knew this place, but he couldn't remember it for a while. He was so close to calling out the name, but he just couldn't break through the thin layer of paper. Du Ze silently suffered for a while.
Since he couldn't remember it, he might as well put it at the back of his mind. Maybe he would suddenly remember it. Du Ze silently looked at the endless wilderness and suddenly realized a very serious problem. He now understood how the male protagonist of "Hirata's World" felt when he saw an empty world. The first thing he said about the world was, "This is really a barren land."
There, really, isn't, even, a, hair, here! There is!
Q: What does this mean?
A: What does Hu Xiaosheng eat!?
The above was the standard answer of a foodie. In order not to be the first person to starve to death in another world, Du Ze chose a direction to go. Because the surroundings were exactly the same, there was only the huge pillar of light as a point of reference. So, Du Ze decided to go towards the pillar, trying to find the original inhabitants of this place. Even if there was a language barrier, it didn't matter. The important thing was: he could eat. =
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Du Ze's moral integrity was shattered.
Du Ze walked from night to day. There was still day and night in this world. The two skies were like a revolving restaurant, going up and down. The starry sky above Du Ze's head had already turned to the soles of Du Ze's feet, and the blue sky and white clouds were now above Du Ze's head. Along the way, Du Ze didn't encounter any creatures. Even the scenery was the same as before. Du Ze looked at the headphones in his hands bitterly. There was no warning when he came to this world. At that time, the headphones could only last for half a day, but now they were completely out of battery.
Need a charger! Need a plug! Need … need food!
Du Ze pressed his stomach, which was singing loudly, and looked at the huge pillar of light that didn't seem to be getting any closer. He felt that the ancients were right: Looking at a mountain will lead to death.
Die of exhaustion or starvation, that was the question.
As a citizen of the Great Celestial Empire who claimed to be able to eat anything, Du Ze felt that the latter was unforgivable. So, the bitter reader could only put the dead headphones in his pocket, grit his teeth, and continue forward. However, Du Ze walked for another day and night. The empty surroundings were still empty, and the distant pillar of light was still far away. The bitter reader became more and more bitter. He didn't know if it was because he was extremely hungry, but Du Ze didn't feel so hungry anymore.
Walk and stop, stop and stop, walk and walk. When he was tired, he would lie down on the crystal and sleep. When he woke up, he would continue forward, forward, forward, forward. After repeating the above actions for four or five days, Du Ze realized that something was wrong. A person who didn't eat or drink could live for up to five days. After Du Ze came to this world, let alone eat, he didn't even drink water. But now, he was still lively and jumping towards the pillar of light. Although he occasionally felt hungry and thirsty along the way, after enduring for a while, the hunger would unknowingly disappear.
So, this is the legendary cheat? It seems that the God of Transmigration is still reliable. He gave him the legendary golden finger, but … he didn't give it to someone unknown! Nowadays, doing good deeds requires a name! So, so, so, I beg for an instruction manual!
Because the God of Transmigration didn't give him an instruction manual, the bitter reader could only study it on his own. Du Ze stopped moving towards the pillar of light and began to study the changes in his body. Anyway, it seems that he won't starve to death for a while. In terms of hunger tolerance, his golden finger should be related to physical strengthening.
Du Ze first tested his strength. He looked at the empty surroundings. The only thing in this world that he had contact with was the ice crystal under his feet. Not to mention that the ice crystal couldn't be destroyed, he didn't know how hard it was. Even if he broke it, it wouldn't have any value.
So, Du Ze took out the doujinshi: It's decided that it's you, little doujinshi! (PS: From the pocket monster "It's decided that it's you, Pikachu!")
Du Ze grabbed the spine of the book, dislocated his hands, and suddenly exerted force –
"Rip –"
“！！！”
The unscathed doujinshi silently laughed at the unlucky reader who was jumping up and down while holding his fingers.
His fingers and nails cracked. Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh – Q mouth Q
This farce ended with the reader angrily dismembering the book.
As for the subsequent tests of speed, sensitivity, physique, and so on, Du Ze summed it up in two words: hehe.
Once upon a time, there was a reader who crossed over and obtained a golden finger. That golden finger was not an ability or a martial arts skill, but … an immortal.
— — What's with this cheat that's filled with ridicule points!? Where's the heaven-defying ability … _ (; 3 」 ∠) _
Du Ze pillowed his head with his hand – the doujinshi that he had been using as a pillow for the past few days had been dismembered – and fell into a deep sleep.
In his dream, Du Ze returned to the 21st century and became a tall, rich, and handsome man. Du Ze dreamt that he said to a certain unscrupulous author, "I'll give you a chance to be my little brother … Hurry up and rewrite 'Mixed Blood'! Our goal is to have a Moe Master! "At that moment, he woke up and saw a huge" surprise. "
Du Ze stared at the item, calmly took off his glasses, wiped them with the corner of his clothes, and then put them on.
The intact doujinshi silently laughed at the shocked and adorable reader.
Du Ze couldn't believe that it was just an 18 Forbidden doujinshi! Whose doujinshi would be resurrected the next day after being dismembered!?
– Tell me, what is your purpose in coming to Earth?
Du Ze trembled as he stretched out his index finger, wanting to poke at the miraculous doujinshi. He suddenly paused and stared at the tip of his index finger. Yesterday, there was a huge tear on the nail; now, the smooth and round nail cover covered the tip of his index finger.
Not only was the doujinshi restored, but his nails were also restored. A thought flashed through Du Ze's mind: This is simply like a … restoration?
The more Du Ze thought about it, the more he felt that he finally understood the truth. Whether it was the restoration of the doujinshi and nails, or the previous hunger resistance, it all stemmed from the "restoration" – the same principle as the "restoration" of a computer: the system sets a restore point, and when the system is destroyed, the "restoration" function will be used, and the system will automatically restore to the original state. According to the situation in the past few days, he should have "automatically" restored several times, otherwise he would have been starving to death.
Du Ze put his hand into his pocket and took out the headphones that he had been putting away for the past few days. The power displayed on the headphones confirmed Du Ze's conjecture – because he "restored" the hearing aid, it returned to the state of having a little power left.
Now what Du Ze needed to do was to find the restore point and the time.
The doujinshi was once again murdered. Du Ze had been guarding the dismembered poor book from day to night. The sky continued to rotate, and the yellow and purple moons slowly moved above Du Ze's head – this time, Du Ze regarded it as 12 o 'clock at midnight.
Du Ze looked at the scattered pages. He didn't know if he was tired from staring for a long time, but in his eyes, the scattered pages all over the place started to overlap. When Du Ze came back to his senses and looked at it again, there was an intact book in front of him. Du Ze immediately took out the headphones and looked at them. The power displayed was the same as when he came to this world.
Du Ze tested it for several days, not only with the book, but also with glasses, headphones, and even himself. He got the same conclusion: every "12 o 'clock at midnight", he and his equipment would automatically restore to the state of "when he first came to this world."
At this moment, Du Ze was finally perfect – awesome! He was wondering why this golden finger was so weak, but it turned out that it was so heaven-defying! Now it seemed that even if he lost an arm or a leg, when the time came, he would "automatically restore". This was equivalent to infinite resurrection.
Du Ze didn't dare to test whether he would return to his original state after death, but he was very satisfied with the current situation. In a good mood, Du Ze began to feel that everything in front of him was pleasing to the eye. Whether it was the distant cold and noble beam of light, or the breeze blowing from afar, it all made him feel very comfortable.
– Wait, wind?
A certain endearingly silly reader finally realized how long he had been acting dumb.
In such an open and clean space, the direction of the wind could only mean one thing: there were creatures moving there.
Du Ze: … Too cruel.
Following the flow of the wind for a full five days, Du Ze looked at the ruins not far away and almost cried. This was the first time he had seen anything else in these days. Without thinking much, Du Ze happily went straight to the ruins.
When he got closer, he found that it was probably an abandoned temple. He didn't know why it was built in this barren land. The temple was quite badly weathered, the roof was basically gone, leaving only towering pillars and incomplete murals. Du Ze circled around a huge broken stone pillar, his whole body frozen in place.
In front of him, a huge statue stood in the center of the temple. It had lost two-thirds of its body, but it still exuded a majestic aura. Although the statue was very eye-catching, what made Du Ze freeze and his mind go blank was the person leaning against the base of the statue.
– That shouldn't be called a person. A skeleton in a black robe sat in the shadow of the statue, the huge death scythe in the crook of its arm. It hung its head, motionless, more like a statue than the statue behind it. The black aura of death lingered around its body, so thin that it was about to disappear.
Du Ze's brain was instantly filled with "holy shit." He mechanically looked back at the distant pillar of light and ice crystals. Finally, he knew where that familiar feeling came from: the ice crystal ground, the sky above and below, the two moons, the huge pillar of light, the ruins of the temple, the broken statue, the skeleton in a black robe, the death scythe – isn't this the plot of "Mixed Blood" in the Lost Land?! So, so he crossed over to "Mixed Blood"? The guy in front of him is … the protagonist?
My life is worth it – no! My moral integrity is going to fall!
When Du Ze picked up his moral integrity, the skeleton seemed to be aware of his arrival. A faint light ignited in its dark eye sockets. It raised its head imperceptibly and faced Du Ze.
He looked over, looked over, looked over –!!!
Du Ze's expression was blank. In his mind, the plot of the Lost Land in "Mixed Blood" appeared: the protagonist escaped into the Lost Land. At that time, the protagonist was seriously injured and was about to die.
Du Ze looked at the skeleton with a blank expression. He was extremely nervous and almost reflexively read the skeleton's lines:
"Meow ~"
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"Plop –"
Xiu fell heavily on the base of the statue and could no longer move.
This is the legendary Lost Land. The moment he stepped into the Lost Land, it was like entering a new time and space. The pursuers and everything behind him were gone. All around him was a boundless emptiness. Xiu stepped on the transparent crystal. Above his feet was the sky and above him was the huge pillar of light in the distance. There were no pursuers here, and there was no condition for him to heal himself. He had wandered around this boundless Lost Land for several days until today, when he found this abandoned temple. At the same time, he was almost at his limit –
The strong light elements were eroding his body. It was really worthy of being the top force of the Temple of Light. Coupled with the injuries he had not fully recovered …
Is he really going to die this time?
– So hateful!
He hasn't made the world pay the price, how can he die?
The skeleton sat quietly in the shadow of the statue, motionless, as if eternally. If someone could hear his voice, they would be swallowed up by the strong resentment of despair.
– If anyone can achieve his wish, even if it's his soul, he will sell it.
For several days, Xiu sat motionless like this. However, his soul light was getting dimmer and dimmer, and the aura of death on his body was so thin that it was almost invisible – this was a sign of the death of the undead.
Sure enough … he has been abandoned …
No one will come to save him, no one will need him.
He … doesn't want to die …
At this moment, Xiu heard a very soft voice.
"Meow ~"
– excerpt from "Mixed Blood"
The author has something to say: Author: The God Beast's lines were stolen …
Reader: That's a conditioned reflex QAQ!
Protagonist: … Very cute. (Ready to move)
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Thanks to Big Chang, Bai Ze, Super Shiny Eggplant, Momo, Doji, Flying Fish, Haruka Aoki for the landmines.
Thanks to your charming young grandpa's hand grenades.
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