Li Yao was still thinking about what happened during the day.
Although he was quite far away from the web novelist and didn't see the scene clearly, he didn't know if it was an illusion or not, but he seemed to have heard the sound of the chandelier breaking and the web novelist's bones breaking.
Later, when the crowd was in an uproar and everyone was running away, he also faintly saw the dark red blood stains on the exhibition stand. It was like a small snake sticking its tongue out at him, trying to send him some message.
Later, he heard the news that the web novelist was seriously injured and passed away regretfully.
In modern society, information technology was advanced. Most young people had seen a lot of accidents and bloody and brutal videos, so their psychological endurance wasn't that bad.
But Li Yao's heart was still pounding, and his mind was full of this incident.
Was it … fear?
No, other than fear, there was more doubt. There was also an inexplicable thing that flowed endlessly in the circuits of his brain.
Li Yao thought about the deaths of the two masters in the field of Eastern and Western fantasy and animation: Gilbert and Takaya Yoshihiro.
After half a day of fermenting, these two incidents had already caused a huge uproar in the small circle of fantasy literature and animation fans. All kinds of half-true posts were flying everywhere, and there were also spontaneous condolences from netizens.
Logically speaking, Li Yao wasn't a particularly fanatical fantasy literature fan or manga fan, so there was no need for him to join in the fun.
But he couldn't help but look at the news of the two masters' deaths again and again. He didn't miss a single photo, and he even compared the two pieces of news with the accident at the animation festival.
He didn't know why he was doing this.
A Japanese manga artist who loved mahjong, a ruthless master of Western fantasy literature, and a local web novelist — there was no similarity at all, and it was impossible for there to be any connection.
Although it was a bit of a coincidence that the accidents happened almost at the same time, there were so many fantasy, science fiction, and fantasy authors in the world, as well as a large number of manga artists and animation game producers, and ten times the number of people in the industry. It wasn't strange for accidents to happen.
But Li Yao just felt, just felt …
Looking out through the slanted wind and drizzling rain on the balcony, the entire Jiangnan University City was flickering with dim yellow fireworks under the reflection of the twilight. Not far away, the roar of cars came from the newly repaired highway that connected the city. The campus was full of colorful flower umbrellas, forming a gorgeous kaleidoscope world.
This world seemed to be a little more monotonous than it was a second ago.
No, not now. To be more precise, when the scalding lamp fell from the sky and smashed into the web novelist's head, Li Yao felt that the "tone" of the entire world had become more monotonous and dull compared to the previous second.
It was as if a world of 18,000 colors had been reduced by one color, leaving only 17,999 colors.
Perhaps, one day, the entire world would become black and white. Perhaps even black and white would cease to exist, leaving only a deathly gray, forever and ever.
"What kind of hysteria am I having?!"
Li Yao woke up from his trance and couldn't help but laugh. He knocked his head hard. "Did I read too many novels or have too many strange dreams? What kind of nonsense am I thinking about?"
It was now the graduation season.
Students were busy writing papers, doing internships, looking for jobs, and welcoming the first wave of impact brought to them by society.
Li Yao's grades and family were ordinary, not to the extent that he could stand aloof from worldly affairs and daydream all day long.
He didn't have a strong sense of career and ambition, but he also didn't degenerate to the point of losing his sense of purpose and giving up on himself. Anyway, he was just an ordinary person in the Three Thousand Mortal Worlds. He lived how others lived, and he lived as long as he could. Most of the six or seven billion people in the world lived like this, didn't they?
"Don't think about these useless things."
Li Yao took a deep breath and stretched out his hands to the balcony. He caught a handful of cold raindrops and rubbed his hot face hard. "Daydreaming all day long, do you think you can get a good job? From tomorrow onwards, I really can't go on like this. I have to prepare for my graduation thesis, attend job fairs, try to find a job with a better development opportunity, buy a house, buy a car, get married, have children … Speaking of which, it's really hard to find a job this year. Now that housing prices are so high, I don't know when I can get the down payment. Who will marry you if you don't have a house? "
Li Yao sighed and felt a sense of powerlessness from his bones.
He always felt that there was a layer of invisible film covering his head and brain, making him unable to see the direction, unable to breathe, and unable to exert strength.
Perhaps, real life was like this. The pressure was great, and everyone had to do their best to fight for some breathing space in the steel jungle. Only then could they be considered to have completed their responsibility and mission.
It was better to be down-to-earth. After all, he was no longer at an age where he could be irresponsible.
After all, he couldn't live in an absurd dream for the rest of his life and never grow up, right?
Li Yao shook his head hard, trying to get rid of all the messy thoughts — the accident during the day, the death of the fantasy masters of the East and West, and the lipstick-wearing T-rex in his dream — out of his head.
After a simple wash, he climbed into his bunk bed and threw his whole body into the bedding. His body was extremely tired, but his mind was extremely clear. He resisted the idea of sleeping — he didn't know what he would do if he fell asleep and saw the lipstick-wearing T-rex in his dream again, and the T-rex invited him to "wake up and fight" again.
Li Yao unlocked his phone and prepared to browse a few more news and posts.
In the WeChat window, Zhao Kai's profile picture flashed. He had sent him a link — the address of "40,000 Years of Cultivation".
It seemed that Zhao Kai was really fascinated and excited by the novel.
Li Yao originally wasn't in the mood to read novels — starting tomorrow, he couldn't be so depraved anymore. He had to work hard, fight hard, and study hard every day!
But, cough cough, it wasn't tomorrow yet, right?
Li Yao casually opened the link and prepared to close the page at any time.
Skipping past the unknown book title, there was a slightly exaggerated synopsis.
["This is a" Celestial Wolf "-class crystal battleship. It weighs 390 million tons and is operated by 1,523 Refinement Stage cultivators. The mainframe crystal processor can calculate 90 million telepathic thoughts per second. Its' computing power 'is comparable to that of a Yuanying monster. It can suppress an entire planet in an instant!"
Li Yao stood above the endless sea of stars. Looking at the colossus in front of him, he silently calculated in his heart, "To dismantle this battleship into scrap metal, I need — 7 seconds!"
In the 40000 Years of Cultivation, an ordinary border youth roared at the stars, a hot-blooded legend who ruled the Milky Way!]
Seeing his own name appear in such a grandiose manner in the introduction, even appearing to be awe-inspiring and serious, Li Yao didn't feel the slightest bit of excitement in his heart. Instead, he felt a little embarrassed and wanted to laugh.
This introduction was too silly.
What Yuanying monster? What computing power? What mainframe crystal processor? What the hell!
Roaring at the stars, ruling the Milky Way? Nowadays, the author couldn't even write about a fight between two villages. Yet, he dared to write about planets, galaxies, and the universe. What a toad yawning, what a boastful tone.
As for the word "hot-blooded", in Li Yao's limited experience in reading web novels, it meant that this author would use a lot of exclamation marks.
Li Yao yawned and scrolled to the top of the page.
Eh, isn't this a Cultivation novel? How come it's classified as a science fiction column?
If this kind of "roaring at the stars, ruling the Milky Way" stuff could be considered a science fiction novel, then even a snail would be a cow.
Just the title, introduction, and division of the column made Li Yao lose 90% of his interest.
However, fearing that Zhao Kai would ask about it tomorrow morning, he still prepared to casually read a few chapters.
Li Yao clicked on the "Read Main Text" and opened the first chapter. The chapter was called "Magical Equipment Graveyard".
Magical Equipment Graveyard?
For some reason, Li Yao's heartbeat was disrupted all of a sudden.
It was as if a short needle that was ten thousand times thinner than hair, which almost didn't exist, had lightly pricked his heart.
Wake up! Wake up!
Heroic spirits that have slept for billions of years, wake up!
The war has begun, and the horn is roaring!
The multiverse needs you. We … need you!
"What the hell? Did I not sleep well because I was worried about graduation and job hunting? Did I have a nervous breakdown? "
Li Yao picked his ears hard, emptying the annoying noises. He then rubbed his chest and continued reading.
"Rust Lake.
No. 23 Special Garbage Disposal Plant of the Federation.
Also known as the "Magical Equipment Graveyard".
With the continuous development of the Cultivation civilization, the magical equipment that used to be high and mighty and could only be used by Cultivators entered the homes of thousands of families and became essential tools for ordinary people to travel, study, and work.
While it brought convenience to life, it also produced a lot of scrap magical equipment and metal garbage.
Most of the scrap magical equipment contained a lot of spiritual energy, which could easily cause radiation pollution. The rune arrays that constructed the magical equipment were extremely unstable and even had the risk of explosion. If left alone, it would cause great damage to the environment.
Therefore, several "Special Garbage Disposal Plants" had been set up around every major city of the Federation to deal with the scrap magical equipment.
No. 23 Special Garbage Disposal Plant was located in the southern suburb of Floating Spear City, an important town for training in the Federation … "
Li Yao was dazed for a long time after reading the few lines of words.
Just as Yu Xin said, the writing style was rather … shabby. It could only explain things clearly, and the setting was not very outstanding, either. It was a common garbage dump opening for such "pseudo-sci-fi online novels". Even though Li Yao did not read many online novels, he had read more than ten similar garbage dump openings. He could not understand why the authors were so passionate about garbage dumps. Or did they not use their brains at all when they were writing and simply "borrowed" from other novels?
"This is just an ordinary, shoddily written pseudo-sci-fi online novel that can be seen everywhere. There's no need to waste more time."
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