It was the first time that Chen Jing fell asleep so easily. He felt very tired, his whole body was twitching, and he had slight tingling sensations.

In a dream, surrounded by gray fog, he crouched down, hugging his feet. He had learned his lesson and would stop wasting time. This world was too dangerous. Who knew if there would be group dreams, dream demons, or anything like that?

To be on the safe side, it is safest not to move at this time.

"Who are you?" a voice came from the fog. Chen Jing didn't dare to answer. The voice said to itself, "I am Mian Shenyou. Now, who are you?"

Chen Jing opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but after thinking about it, he closed it.

"Hey, who are you? Are you mute? You can't even speak in your dreams."

The gray mist dispersed, revealing a silver-haired, cat-eared loli sitting on the throne. Her golden pupils locked onto Chen Jing from afar. "You're not ordinary, you can actually enter my dream."

The sleeping god looked at him quietly for a few seconds: "Why, are you scared?" Her ears twitched: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad god." She knocked her head as she spoke, but she had no expression on her face the whole time.

"Are you a god?" Chen Jing was also very calm. He had seen too many gods, and there was no sense of sacredness or remoteness left.

Mian Shenyou nodded and said, "In order to protect my people, I chose to become a god, but later my entire tribe was wiped out. Now I just live aimlessly every day, muddling through my days."

"Can you fight?"

"I'm not very good at it. I am the god of dreams." The eyes of the sleeping god You opened and closed, as if he was ready to sleep in a dream at any time.

"I want to become stronger."

Mian Shenyou nodded: "Okay, I'll teach you. What do you want to learn first?"

"Whatever is strong, I should learn it."

"The undead are strong."

“…”

… (I really can’t write anymore today. These are abandoned manuscripts. They’re all for this book, so they’re not too shabby, right? I just can’t bear to leave them alone.)

The only object in the white, square room was a black, spherical chair suspended in mid-air. A silver-haired half-blood sat on it. Unlike the typical silver hair, her hair had a genuine metallic sheen, and even her eyes were like balls of mercury. This could only mean one thing—the fourth type of new human, commonly known as a "connector."

Voices came from all directions: "Colonel Salia, although I don't know what happened, the higher-ups suddenly decided to release you and give you a chance to restore your honor."

Part of the floor rose up and flew into the air, forming a white sphere with a diameter of one meter. The surface trembled slightly, and details appeared, an ordinary earth-like planet.

As expected, there are also human living areas, which is one of the "colonies".

The voice sounded again: "We are under attack in Colony No. 5. You are ordered to lead a mixed regiment and mercenaries to defend against it."

The silver-haired woman raised her head, her ordinary face filled with dejection. "When did our troops become so easily able to fight them? Haven't we been chased like dead dogs for four thousand years? Or has the peace of the past two years made you forget who they are?"

The voice was obviously impatient: "You just need to follow orders. It's not up to you to decide whether we can win or not. In the two years I've been here, humans have made some progress." A long flute sound indicated that he no longer intended to continue communicating.

Salia looked at the planet in front of her: "Is the escape finally over?"

…

"You old bastard! There's a person here! And he's moving!" A hoarse voice that was extremely excited.

Chen Jing opened his eyes: "Stop screaming! I'm still alive!"

"Oh! Gods! This is a relic from four epochs ago! Who are you? Huh?" This child was really noisy. Chen Jing frowned. His last chance to catch up on some sleep was gone.

He turned around and asked, "Are we on Mars yet?" and slowly opened his eyes.

The strong light hit his face directly.

He quickly pushed the flashlight away: "You are not trying to blind me..." When he saw who was coming, his smile gradually froze.

This is a huge piece of armor, like Iron Man, but much bigger, and it has all kinds of accessories to help it.

Chen Jing drew three conclusions: First, this wasn't Mars. Second, this wasn't 2023. Third, he'd overslept.

Modular individual power armor, a child, an environment that has become a ruin, and the child's words just now.

It's over.

His hands trembled as he asked, "Who are you? Where is this place? What year is it?"

The child seemed accustomed to this kind of question. "I'm an explorer, at least as an adult. This is the ruins of Battlefield 46, and we're near Colony 5. Don't worry, I'll take you to the Wanderer Administration soon. They'll take you in. As for the time, your term would say it's the year 6030, but I prefer our term—Year One of the New Era."

Chen Jing was stunned and quickly touched his face. He had been frozen in extremely low temperature for four thousand years?

The child nodded and raised his chin pretentiously: "Now it's my turn. Who are you?"

Chen Jing turned around, looked at the dusty hibernation pod, and then searched the hall. "...Where's the locker? Me? I'm an ordinary soldier on the third ship of the escape fleet. I was forcibly conscripted after the great incident, so I don't have any military rank or anything like that. I have three years of combat experience and over seven hundred kills."

He found a small box in the rubble, opened it, and saw that it was empty. He threw it hard on the ground, looked around, and sat down on the ground.

For four thousand years, everything he once had was taken away by this frivolous joke.

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