Chapter 1: Clear the game, load reality?
March 14, 233 of the New Era.
Lower town.
District 9, No. 47 Middle School.
School had been over for quite a while, and all the classrooms were empty, with only the old fans on the ceiling still spinning half-dead.
Dong Kai, the head teacher of Grade 3 (1) class, finished packing up his lesson plans and was about to leave work. As usual, he went to check whether the doors and windows of the classroom were closed.
The door was not closed and the light was on.
In the last row of the classroom, next to the trash can, a figure was lying on the table doing a test paper.
He was thin, with short hair, black-rimmed glasses, and the earphones in his ears were obviously old and faded.
"Feng Mu."
A name came to Dong Kai's mind, a student who was relatively transparent in the class.
He did not have a very deep impression of this student. He thought that his performance in liberal arts was just okay, but his performance in martial arts was mediocre, and his overall performance was unremarkable.
There is nothing special about his personality. He is silent, introverted and taciturn.
The only good thing about him is that he never got into trouble during his three years of high school, and...well, he would take the initiative to help his classmates with some of the sanitation and garbage removal duties on weekdays?
Feng Mu took off his headphones and stood up. As expected, he was not very good at speaking. He just called out, "Teacher Dong."
Dong Kai nodded, glanced at the paper he had done, and said, "Your liberal arts scores are OK. If you can improve your martial arts scores in the last few months, you may have a chance to pass the admission standards of several colleges in District 9."
As for being promoted to colleges and universities in District 8 or higher, Dong Kai did not mention a word.
Feng Mu was well aware of his prospects in the college entrance examination. He also knew that instead of focusing on his liberal arts scores, it would be more profitable to improve his martial arts shortcomings within a limited time.
But the problem is, liberal arts exams only waste paper and pens, but any progress in martial arts requires money. At least for someone like him with poor physique and mediocre comprehension, martial arts does not cost money, so does one have to rely on his own efforts? Feng Mu felt bitter in his heart, but his face showed no expression as he responded, "I understand, Teacher Dong."
"Okay, it's getting late, let's go home quickly." Dong Kai turned off the fan while speaking.
Feng Mu immediately packed his schoolbag, lowered his head and walked out.
"By the way, there are several students in the class who haven't submitted their college entrance examination qualification certificates yet. I remember your name is on the list. Hurry up and ask your family to get it done so as not to delay your college entrance examination."
When they passed each other, Dong Kai seemed to suddenly remember this incident and casually reminded Feng Mu.
Feng Mu turned his back to the head teacher and hummed softly. A trace of gloom crept over his expressionless face, and his footsteps in the corridor became heavy.
It has been 3 years since I traveled to this world.
Feng Mu has gradually accepted all the bizarre things in this world, but there are only two things that have been stuck in his throat like fly poop, making him feel uncomfortable and unable to swallow.
One is that you need a qualification certificate to take the college entrance examination, and you need to buy the qualification certificate. That is to say, even the college entrance examination discriminates against the poor in this world. The second thing is... After leaving the teaching building, Feng Mu looked up at the sky. A huge black mass was covering the sky for who knows how many kilometers, like an upside-down coffin covering the entire District 9.
And at the bottom of the coffin, there were densely covered colorful tumors, eternally replacing the sun and the moon, illuminating the world below day after day and night after night.
"Of course, what is covering the sky is not a coffin, but the fruit of human technology - the Upper City. Looking up from the Lower City, it is actually just the endless butt (base) of the Upper City. Those colorful things are even less likely to be tumors. How could they be tumors~"
"That is the beacon of human civilization that illuminates the darkness~"
Feng Mu recalled the knowledge he had learned from textbooks and curled his lips.
He had no ambition to spy on the upper city, nor any curiosity to find out the truth. All he was worried about was that he had not been in the sun for three years.
He almost forgot what the sun looked like, as if the last time he saw the sun was a lifetime ago.
He had to seriously suspect that part of the reason why his body was so weak was due to calcium deficiency caused by lack of photosynthesis.
Ride a bike all the way back home.
It is an old residential area, with all kinds of rusty iron self-built houses and low-rise buildings with peeling walls mixed together. Looking from the garbage-filled street entrance, it looks like a bunch of bloated and deformed earthworms entangled together, and the air is filled with an indescribable stench.
Even though he had traveled here for three years, Feng Mu still couldn't get used to the taste of the place.
After locking his bicycle at the entrance of the building, Feng Mu took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
The house is about 70 square meters, and the furnishings are cramped and old. The table in the living room is filled with processed synthetic meat with seasonings, which is a rare and sumptuous meal in this family.
The dishes and chopsticks were already on the table, but no one sat down to sit down. Apparently, his father, who worked at the police station, had not returned yet.
Mother Wang Xiuli was still busy in the kitchen, and the sound of dishes rubbing against each other could be heard from time to time.
My sister is watching TV on the sofa, and the TV is quite loud.
Feng Mu sat on the sofa. The brother and sister didn't chat much. One was concentrating on watching TV, and the other was staring at the TV in a daze.
A quarter of an hour later.
When my father Feng Ju came back, my mother went up to him and helped him take off his military coat.
After their father sat down at the table, the brother and sister came up one after another. After their father took the first step, the others picked up their chopsticks.
During the meal, the family started chatting, mainly his father asking questions, his sister answering, his mother smiling, and he just focused on eating.
"Are the results of the root bone test out?"
"Well, last week the school conducted a root bone test for all new students aged 15 and over. The results were announced this morning. My root bone score was 87 points, ranking third among this class of students."
"Okay, okay, 87 points is a top-notch physique, okay."
"The school will transfer me to the experimental class next week. Dad, you said that if I could be promoted to the key class, you would buy me the latest holographic watch."
"Dad is a man of his words. I will take you to buy it in two days, but you must not be proud and complacent. Since you have a superior physique, you need to work harder. The future of our family depends on you, understand?"
"Well, I know that."
Feng Yuhuai, the younger sister who received the promise, was beaming with joy. Feng Ju, who was always serious and dignified like a patriarch, also showed a relieved smile.
"Boss, don't just focus on eating. Your sister has such excellent grades. You should be happy." Feng Ju suddenly turned the topic to Feng Mu.
Feng Mu put down his bowl and chopsticks, nodded and congratulated his sister.
Feng Ju glanced at his mediocre and dull son, a trace of displeasure flashed across his face: "I remember when you took the entrance exam, your aptitude was 49 points?"
Feng Mu's eyes were filled with complex emotions. That day was the time when he traveled through time.
He still remembers that when he woke up, he was lying in the school storage room, half of his body soaked in cold blood, the knife wound on his wrist was shocking, and what was also striking was half of a report card stained with blood.
That was the suicide note left by the original body, and also the secret between him and the original body.
Feng Mu said sullenly, "49 points, inferior physique."
Looking at Feng Mu's dull but calm voice, Feng Ju frowned and said, "I think you took the mock test last week. How many points did you get?"
Feng Mu replied: "The score for liberal arts is 521, the score for martial arts is 236, and the total score is 757."
"Is it enough to reach the passing line of District 9?" Feng Ju didn't even ask his son anymore, but turned to ask his daughter.
Feng Yuhuai shook his head decisively: "The liberal arts and martial arts scores are 750 each, and the total score is 1500. The lowest passing score in our Ninth District over the years is 650 for the liberal arts alone and 550 for the martial arts alone, or a total score of more than 900 to have hope. My score is far from enough whether it is a single subject or a total score."
Feng Ju put down his chopsticks, stared at Feng Mu, and said in a deep voice: "Is what your sister said right?"
Feng Mu did not refute: "Yes, but there are still three months before the college entrance examination. If I work harder, my liberal arts scores can be improved. If I can get a bone refining pill for my martial arts scores, maybe I can improve them..."
Bone Refining Pill, as the name suggests, can improve one's root bone quality. It is expensive and will only be effective for each person the first time they take it. Moreover, the worse the root bone is, the more significant the effect of taking this pill will be.
That is to say, if Feng Mu had a chance to take it, his root bones might have a critical hit, and it is possible that he would increase by 5-10 points.
But if it was Feng Yuhuai, it would only increase by one or two points at most. Feng Ju did not listen to his son's unrealistic nonsense anymore, and interrupted him coldly: "One Bone Refining Pill, your father and I have exchanged all our merits in the patrol room, and we can probably get one, but..."
When Feng Mu heard the word "but", his heart sank, while Feng Yuhuai pricked up his ears with his eyes sparkling.
"If I give it to you, even if your physique increases by 10 points, your martial arts score will be slightly higher, but it will still be a low-quality physique. It will be a loss-making deal for you and our family. Why not give it to your sister and help her reach a higher level? What do you think?"
Although Feng Mu had no hope in his heart, he still felt as if his heart was stabbed by a knife. He took a deep breath and said hoarsely: "Father is right. After all, my sister is the hope of our whole family."
Feng Yuhuai smiled happily and said sweetly to Feng Mu: "Thank you, brother. Don't worry, I will remember your kindness to me for the rest of my life."
Feng Mu nodded silently.
Feng Ju was satisfied when he saw the harmonious scene of brother and sister being friendly and respectful to each other. He said to Feng Mu earnestly, "It's good that you understand this. After you graduate from high school, I will use my connections in the police station to find you a job. If you work hard, you can also help to supplement the family income..."
The conversation that followed was not very meaningful, and everyone in the family tacitly avoided the issue of the "college entrance examination qualification certificate."
A college entrance examination qualification certificate is neither expensive nor cheap. It is roughly equivalent to 5 latest models of watches.
But, knowing that I won’t pass the exam, why waste the money? It would be better to save it all for Feng Yuhuai. She is talented and will have plenty of places to spend money in the future.
Feng Ju had his own considerations in mind, and he didn't feel that he had wronged his son. His son was gifted like that, and that was his fate. How could he blame others? If a family wants to live a decent life in the downtown, someone has to take on the responsibility of supporting the family, someone has to be the hope for the family's future, and someone has to silently dedicate and sacrifice behind the scenes.
Feng Mu could roughly guess what his father was thinking. He was powerless to refute it, so he could only finish his meal quietly and return to his room.
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The mother looked at him going back to his room, and seemed to want to say something several times but finally said nothing.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little dull, but after a while, Feng Yuhuai's honey-smeared lips coaxed the parents into smiling.
Close the door.
Listening to the laughter of the family outside, Feng Mu sat at the table, the black computer screen casting a gloomy shadow on his face.
After a while, Feng Mu sneered twice at himself, his voice mixed with resentment.
Resentment is the last and deepest emotion left in this body by the original body.
The original body's resentment was not because his father favored his younger sister. After all, his younger sister was a genius, and he could understand why resources were tilted towards her.
What the original person could not accept was that every day when his father boasted about his sister, he would also belittle him, as if his sister's superior talent could not be highlighted unless he was reduced to the dust.
In my father's eyes, he is happy to spend 100 on my sister, but he will frown if he spends a penny on him. In the end, he must remember the money and be grateful.
A glutton who wastes food, a waste who breathes air, and the most useless burden in the family. These are the words my father often hears.
Although these are facts, the original body could not accept that his father tore his scars open again and again.
The original body's father seemed to want to use this method to completely grind away his self-will, as if such a transformation could upgrade him from a waste in the family to a vassal of the family, and in the future he would be arranged by his father to go out to work to supplement the family income and repay the grace of raising him.
However, the method of suppression was too rough and brutal, ignoring the fragility of young people. Moreover, losers also have self-esteem. Therefore, on the day when the results of the high school entrance examination came out, the original body died quietly in that small dark room.
When he opened his eyes again, it was Feng Mu who had taken over the magpie's nest.
Feng Mu himself had no resentment, because he was just an outsider who replaced the other's body. Without love, there would be no hatred. All he owed was rent and food money.
He just felt depressed and unwilling. He was depressed by the strangeness and coldness of this world, and unwilling to accept his own incompetence and uselessness.
Like a bird locked in a cage, it wants to flap its wings and fly high, but finds that its wings are short and deformed, and can't bear the weight of flying, let alone break free from the cage.
There is nothing I can do in reality and I can only vent my feelings in games.
Feng Mu woodenly turned on the computer and started a stand-alone game.
He downloaded this game when he first traveled through time, filled with fear and confusion. He never expected that he would play it on and off for three years.
This is a game of building forces and simulating business operations.
The game has a mysterious style, evil plot, a high degree of free exploration, and a unique gameplay.
The game's plot is both fantasy and vaguely mixed with many shadows of the real world, including maps, countries, governments, institutions, environments, historical events, etc., giving a sense of reality that is copied from reality.
The most important thing is that the timeline in the game starts 30 years ago - before March 14, 203.
The flow rate of game time and reality is 10:1, which means that today is the day when game time and real time overlap.
As a game that closely imitates reality, Feng Mu is looking forward to seeing how the game plot will develop after the time is synchronized. Feng Mu logged into the game and glanced at the time display [March 14, 233 22:47].
The actual time is [233 March 14, 22:53]
It only takes a few minutes for game time to catch up with reality.
Sure enough, after a while, accompanied by a deep BGM, the two times flashed and overlapped.
The BGM music slowly faded away, and the picture on the screen turned into a silent movie.
[On March 14, 203, you created the organization - Destiny! ][On April 7, 203, you led the organization to massacre a private chamber of commerce and seized a large amount of property and a confidential document. ][On June 13, 203, the organization you created was exposed to the official forces for the first time and was wanted by the whole city. ][On November 11, 203, under your leadership, the organization attacked the secret agency of the Seventh District Government. You obtained a list and the key to a secret door. You were wanted by the Seventh District and labeled as an extremely evil force. ][…….][On April 9, 227, Destiny suffered a severe blow and part of its forces went underground. ][On February 15, 228, the organization readjusted its structure, and Destiny became more secretive, terrifying, and huge. The Upper City Council issued an SSS-level killing order against Destiny. ][……]Since the beginning of the game in 203, characters have appeared one after another, major events have been reviewed, milestone achievements have been made, and plot animations have slid across the screen.
Until [March 14, 233...] a line of subtitles occupied the center of the screen.
The BGM music reappears, a grand and exciting symphony.
"So, I have done so many big things in this game. What a pity, it is just a game after all. It would be great if reality could be the same as in the game. Oh..."
When Feng Mu had such wild ideas in his mind.
A familiar yet unfamiliar face slowly walked out from the far end of the screen.
I say strange because this face is completely different from Feng Mu's.
It is said to be familiar because this face is a face that Feng Mu sculpted based on his memory of his previous life. It represents his nostalgia and emotional attachment to his previous life, and the sense of substitution is maximized.
The player’s name—Feng Mu—is also his name in his previous life, with the same pronunciation but different characters as in this life.
On the screen, Feng Mu was wearing a neat suit and shiny leather shoes, looking elegant and solemn. His black cane tapped on the marble floor, as if the cold drumbeats were responding to fate.
The view was raised, and behind him was a huge round table. Figures emitting a terrifying aura were sitting around the table, and they all followed his back with awe-inspiring eyes.
He walked towards the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked down indifferently. The outline of the city was as small as dust. The black and purple lightning swayed in the clouds, making it look like a god in charge of fate.
"Let's get started~"
He looked down at everything and slowly uttered three words.
The rumbling thunder shook the sky, and the sky seemed to be torn open, and inky raindrops poured out and poured onto the earth.
The picture suddenly stopped, and a line of red words covered the screen.
[Everything is both an end and a beginning. When illusion and reality overlap, fate will awaken from its slumber. Wake up fate, players! ]“???”
"Fuck, what does that mean? The screen is frozen. Could this mean I've cleared the game?"
Feng Mu's eyes widened, his heart skipped a beat, and he clicked the mouse frantically.
The screen didn't respond at all.
Feng Mu sat back in his chair dejectedly, as if his body was hollowed out. After a long while, he slid the mouse to close the game interface.
bite--
The game window was closed, but a line of subtitles suddenly appeared in front of Feng Mu's eyes, so clear and eye-catching that it seemed as if it was piercing his retina.
wrong,
Not just similar, it's exactly the same!
[Player identity confirmed! ][Feng Mu——Feng Mu completed the matching and binding! ][There is a data error in the current world resources, corrections are loading...10%50%99%][100%, loading completed! ][Wish players a happy gaming! ]……
(End of this chapter)
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