Zhang Heng took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at it. The date displayed on the screen was exactly the same as what the bartender said. This also meant that he had spent a total of 3,900 days in the Caribbean in the 18th century, but only two hours had passed in the real world.
"You seem to have gone on a long trip this time." The bartender leaned against the wine cabinet and looked at Zhang Heng with interest.
Zhang Heng took a sip of whiskey and subconsciously wanted to wipe off the foam on his beard, but what he touched was his smooth chin. After pausing for a moment, he asked the bartender, "What's the longest duration of each round?"
"No one knows, but it is said that there was a player who stayed in a certain scenario for a total of six years. That is also the longest known dungeon record, and the dungeon that he was in was not that different from the real world. After he exited, he had to spend a long time to distinguish which things happened on the other side and which things happened on this side."
"So, all of this is really just a game?"
"Why? Why do you ask?" The bartender blinked.
"I have some foundation in history, and I've looked up a lot of information. So far, the dungeons I've experienced are almost the same as history. Of course, because of my arrival, it did deviate from the original history at some point." Zhang Heng opened the Baidu browser app on his phone, entered keywords such as Nassau and pirates into the search bar, and quickly browsed through the search results.
He found that there were no changes compared to the previous historical records.
Roger? In 1718, George I appointed Captain Wood as the governor of Nassau. He brought his fleet to New Providence in high spirits, drove away the pirates on the island, and restored order there. Blackbeard Teach was killed by the navy not long after the bombardment of Charleston. Anne was captured by the navy, but in the end, she was ransomed by her father with money. She lived in seclusion in the colony.
All the legends about him had disappeared.
His name did not appear in any of the news records. Logically speaking, this was impossible.
In fact, after experiencing the Mannerheim Line of Defense, Zhang Heng had some guesses. This time, with the help of the Black Sail Quest, he intended to spread his name far and wide in the last few years. He wanted to verify his guesses after leaving the dungeon, and now, he seemed to be able to come to a conclusion.
"When I was in the second dungeon, I did wonder if I was traveling through time, but the possibility of that happening is too small."
"Uh-huh?" The bartender lady made a sound of doubt through her nose.
"Because in a dynamic system, any small change in the initial conditions can lead to a huge long-term chain reaction of the entire system."
"Butterfly effect." The bartender snapped her fingers.
"That's right. If you really send all the players back to the past, then our history would be completely different. I've participated in the auction dungeon, and there were four to five thousand players there. Even a conservative estimate of the number of players would be in the tens of thousands. The changes brought about by so many butterflies would be unimaginable."
"Maybe the people in the world line don't know that the world line has changed." The bartender shrugged.
"I cannot rule out that possibility, but this time, I have left behind many traces in the scenario. It is impossible that nothing has changed in the real world, and I clearly remember these two different parts of history."
"Wow, it seems that you have done a lot of big things this time," the bartender lady said in amazement.
"So now I'm more inclined to believe that you have intercepted a period of historical time in each dungeon and made it into a game. My question is, why did you do this? Why did you choose the real human history? What kind of message are you trying to send? And, what will happen to the people in that dungeon after I leave?"
"What makes you so sure that it is only human history?" The bartender lady asked meaningfully. After a pause, she continued, "As for the second question, you can use your game points to purchase an extra round of the game. You can go back and see for yourself. You have a permanent membership card, and the 20% discount is a good deal."
"Then give me an extra round of the game," Zhang Heng said after thinking for a while. He had been in the Black Sail quest for more than ten years and had accumulated an astonishing 342 game points, more than a hundred more than he expected. This was because he had done a lot of big things. Whether it was the battle with the Scarborough, the pride of the Royal Navy when he was still on the Sea Lion, or the robbery of the Spanish treasure ship with Black Sam and the others, and the battle with Roger Bruce, the Black Prince, and the others. Wood's capture of Nassau's fleet, the wealth he earned, and the reputation he gained from his voyages had earned him a lot of game points.
In addition to the 700 game points he got from selling the Moresby Bone, he now had more than 1,000 game points on him. Spending 400 game points to buy an additional chance to play the game was not too extravagant of a thing to do.
However, he had just ended a long experience, and he had no plans to start a new journey right away.
So, he spent 400 game points to purchase an extra round of the game and did not use it for the time being.
He handed the game item, Betty's Shell, to the bartender lady for appraisal before leaving the Sex and the City bar.
Walking out of the lounge, Zhang Heng was greeted by the ear-piercing electronic dance music and the throngs of men and women swaying to the melody.
Every night here was this lively. It was as if this was a city that never sleeps.
Zhang Heng walked down the iron ladder. In the past, his figure would soon be overwhelmed by the surging crowd. This time, however, the young people who were immersed in hormones and music subconsciously took a few steps back when they saw him. Even the rebellious teenagers who loved to show off their masculinity in front of their female companions did not dare to show off their power.
They did not know why, but when they saw a man who looked like a college student, they could not help but take a step back. After so many days, the people who frequented the bar knew that the two strong men in suits and sunglasses by the iron ladder were not to be messed with. But now, the two men in suits were as harmless as sheep and sheep. Zhang Heng furrowed his brows.
Zhang Heng frowned. He could probably guess what was going on. He had been a pirate in the Caribbean Sea in the 18th century for more than a decade, and he had become a nightmare for the entire Great Britain and even Europe. Although he did not like to kill, his hands were still stained with blood in order to survive in the cruel environment. Even he could not remember how many people he had killed, and how many people died because of him. His temperament had also undergone a tremendous change.
To these young people who indulged in nightclubs and disco in a peaceful era, he was like a dinosaur that had broken into a chicken coop.
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