[52: 34: 59 until the start of the beta test.]
A line of light screen quietly floated in front of Annam. The characters burning with bright red flames were like candlelight.
His body felt like it was falling apart, and his mind was very tired. It was like a person who was severely carsick was tied to a chair and then drove for two hours. After vomiting everything in his stomach, he was in a state of disorientation. Even if he was lying on the beach, he felt like he was walking on the ground.
Annam didn't want to move, think, or talk. He could only lie quietly on the beach and watch the last set of numbers constantly jump, as if time was gradually passing by …
After he woke up, 32 minutes had passed. After all, he had been counting down the time. He finally felt a little thirsty.
Annam covered the back of his head that was aching and slowly got up from the ground.
His profession was a game designer for a popular mobile game. Yes, it was the profession that was very dangerous for him and his family.
Just now, his hand was loose, and he casually clicked on a "Fog Continent Internal Beta" app that appeared in his phone without him knowing when.
Based on the name, he thought that this probably wasn't a knockoff mobile game like "XX Love to Eliminate" or "Demon God XX". So, he clicked on it with a professional gaze.
But the moment he clicked on it, he suddenly felt like someone hit the back of his head with a brick. His vision turned black, and he fainted.
"What kind of novel way of transmigration is this …"
Annam breathed a sigh of exhaustion and couldn't help but sit on the ground and cough.
He slowed down for a while before he could barely support his weak body that seemed to have fallen apart. He slowly got up from the beach.
He lowered his head and looked at his slender and small fingers, and the luxurious short jacket on his body that was stained with mud and blood.
This looks like the clothes of a noble … Did he encounter a shipwreck?
Annam took a deep breath and looked back.
He clearly saw the endless black sea behind him, the dilapidated sailboat stranded on the shore, and the dark red sunset hanging high on the beach with three layers of luxurious golden runes rotating in the halo.
Annam was speechless.
Although he was mentally prepared for the fact that he had transmigrated to another world, he was still stunned for a moment when he saw this gorgeous sunset for the first time.
His first reaction was a very clear thought:
— — Miss Artist, give us one too.
Only then did Annam realize that he didn't have to work overtime anymore … Furthermore, after transmigrating to the other world, he had probably bid farewell to his career as a game designer.
He could only sadly live as a young noble, eating, drinking, and having fun every day, enjoying this decadent and boring life.
How sad.
What was even sadder was that Annam did not inherit the memories of this body at all. When he opened his eyes, he saw the scene of the shipwreck.
It was like a player who had skipped all the opening cinematics but didn't receive any guidance.
Weak, helpless, and stupefied.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?
Annam sighed and patted his face. He cleared his head a little.
He vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Although he wasn't considered a normal person. But why was he not nervous at all when such a big thing happened?
There was neither fear nor panic. There were no negative emotions in his heart. He was as calm as a social animal living a peaceful life.
This wasn't like the psychological state that a social animal should have, nor was it an emotion that a transmigrator who knew nothing about the current situation would have. Needless to say, just by looking at the sun with the special effects, he knew that the problem of this world was definitely huge.
In this case, he should be nervous and flustered. That was the normal situation.
"Woo."
At the moment when Annam realized this, he suddenly felt as if something had hit the back of his head. There was a sudden flash in front of his eyes, and then a large amount of data began to flow from all directions, finally forming an attribute bar:
Annam, Human, Male
Rare Elite (Gold), Challenge Level 3
Title: None
Rank: None
Health: 55%
Erosion: 3%
Attributes: Strength 7, Agility 8, Physique 6, Perception 11, Will 12
Common Experience: 20
Personal Characteristics: Heart of Winter [Reverse Inscription]
Class Overview:
Swordsman LV3: [Guard Swordsmanship LV4], [Disarm LV1], [Frost Sword LV1]
This is … the system?
Annam suddenly became excited.
That's right. I clicked in from the mobile game. How can I not create a game system?
Except for the rare elite (gold) which makes me feel a little uneasy …
After a quick glance, Annam relied on his professional intuition and immediately turned his attention to the column of "Personal Characteristics."
As expected, the other text was immediately hidden, and this line of text was enlarged to the middle of the field of vision. A large introduction appeared below.
Heart of Winter (Gold, Talent)
Original Effect (Abandoned): You will not feel all positive emotions; damage with "frost" element is permanently reduced by 50%; you can only be killed by damage with "frost" element (the whole paragraph is crossed out).
Special: Equipped [Reverse Inscription] (Cannot be removed or destroyed)
Effect: You will not feel all negative emotions; damage with "frost" element is permanently increased by 20%; you will not be killed by damage with "frost" element.
"I see."
Annam was thoughtful.
This talent is probably the source of my calm and comfortable mood.
"Anyway, let's investigate it first."
Annam took a deep breath and looked at the sailboat.
The sun was about to set. There was not much time left for him to investigate, but at least he could spend the night on the boat.
His current body only had half of its HP left, and even now, he still felt very uncomfortable. If he caught a cold at night, he might catch a cold.
And since he is a swordsman, there should be at least a sword on this boat, right?
If there was a sword, he would be more confident in his heart.
I don't know how my body looks like.
He dragged his still tired body and walked slowly to the beach. When he walked to the front of the boat, he looked down and saw the appearance of his body in the unsettling black sea.
He looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old. His skin was quite white, almost to the point of being sickly pale. He had the thin shoulders, collarbones, and slender waist of a teenager. He also had shoulder-length black hair.
But what attracted Annam's attention the most was the pair of clear, ice-blue pupils that made people feel cold.
… Wow, I'm still quite cute.
"But no matter how cute I am, I'm still a little hungry."
Annan smacked his lips, but he still stepped on the rope ladder with difficulty and climbed onto the boat.
He carefully looked at the deck.
It was not a small sailboat. In terms of sail configuration, it was somewhat similar to a fifteenth-century Carrick sailboat. It had multiple masts. The main mast hung a large square sail, the foremast and the middle mast were equipped with several square sails, and the mizzen mast hung a jib.
However, all of its sails had been burned into tatters by something, and it was impossible to see what the original pattern on it was.
But there were no burn marks or bullet marks on the wooden deck. The masts were also not broken … This was very strange.
Suddenly, Annam's pupils shrank slightly.
He saw a corpse.
It was a young man with brown curly hair. He was lying diagonally near the rope ladder, staring in front of him. His right hand tightly held a broken sword. Two fingernails were broken and soaked in blood, but he did not let go of the sword until he died.
His chest was soaked with blood that had long since dried and turned dark brown. But the weapon that killed him could not be found around.
"This is not like a shipwreck."
Annam sneered.
In the face of such a dangerous thing, he could not help but smile slightly. Perhaps it was the characteristics of this body, he did not feel any panic or fear at all. Only a strong sense of excitement gradually filled his heart.
There was no evidence that the person who killed the crew and burned the sails had left the ship. But he really had no place to go.
So, I need a weapon.
Even if it's just a broken sword.
Annam's thoughts became clearer.
He did not hesitate to reach out and tried to pry open the sailor's fingers. Even though his body was very young, his strength seemed to be quite great, so it was not difficult for him to do so.
But just when Annam touched the sword, he was stunned.
Because a line of data suddenly appeared in front of his eyes:
[Unpurified Nightmare Fragment detected.]
[Nightmare Fragment bound.]
[Level Requirement: Below Bronze Rank.]
[Profession Requirement: Swordsman.]
[Special Requirement: Cannot possess spellcasting ability.]
[Requirement met, falling into a nightmare in ten seconds, ten, nine …]
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