"Do you want to click it?" There was no other option for this question. Chen Jing still couldn't believe it. He had already arrived in another world, and those people could still hack in and steal dozens of dollars from his bank card.
When you click on it, you will see two groups on the white cover. One is the Penguin Setting Group he created himself, which seems to be discussing strange questions such as whether the Legend of Sword and Soul is the protagonist's wife.
The other one is very quiet, the name is [Yktrasil], the group leader is [It’s me, Odin], and there are two group members, one is him [Pigeon Mirror], and the other is [Sooner or later I will bite the group leader to death].
A Chuunibyou group? Chen Jing looked it up, and it seemed that besides posting a comment or exiting to the main page, he couldn't leave the group or change his nickname. So, was the reason he traveled through time because he'd been absent for two months?
【Pigeon Mirror: Hello everyone, I am Pigeon. 】
Almost instantly, [Sooner or later, I will bite the group owner to death: Hello newcomer, I am the group owner, please let me know if there is anything I can help you with. ]
[It's me, Odin: Shut up, stupid dog.]
[Sooner or later, I’ll bite the group leader to death: Woof! Just wait for me!]
Chen Jing smiled. These two people seemed quite cheerful and didn't look like they were part of a scam group.
He turned off his phone and picked up his notebook again. It was time to get some information. It was a bit difficult for him to survive in this kind of world, and as a soldier who was especially worthless in the plot.
I was so excited when I wrote it, thinking that without some difficulty, the male protagonist would be pretentious and unhappy. Now I think... aren't everyday stories great? Why all the fighting and killing? If this were a romance novel, the most I'd have to worry about would be the unemployed guy from the next class who's been dragged into beating me. But this is a sci-fi/fantasy novel, meaning the enemies I'll encounter are likely to be Lih's creations (mostly biological weapons, piled up in piles tens of meters tall, with the more exaggerated ones ranging from thousands of kilometers to the size of the moon) or beings from outer space (even gods). It's not impossible to run into a stronger one if I'm unlucky. After all, I don't look like the male protagonist, but more like a passerby.
Even if you exclude these ghost things, this world is still extremely dangerous, because I was a fan of the K-series at that time. In other words, there are a lot of things similar to evil gods in this universe.
Moreover, he had gone to great lengths to create a bunch of enemies. Anyway, the problem of infighting among humans had not been solved yet, and the enemies outside were almost full.
Is this considered digging your own grave? Chen Jing carefully examined the notebook. Whether he could survive depended on the amount of information he had.
Although I set up a lot of things when writing the book, this is the real world after all, and I don’t know the timeline. What if it is the darkest era for mankind before the plot begins? Then I will have to try to be a deserter. After all, I wrote something like "all died in battle, no one survived" at that time.
Then Chen Jing was stunned. This was the year 1076 in the new era, which was the year of victory in the war.
It was also the year when the last generation of admirals graduated, and also the year after Chen Jing accepted the original plot.
I don’t have prophetic abilities.
What shocked Chen Jing the most was the entry "Marshal was murdered." The writer's anger was palpable between the lines, but that was perfectly normal. Young people of this generation had grown up hearing stories about the Marshal. A Level 7 being able to take on a Level 10, Alien-level powerhouse, the strongest human being.
Chen Jing sensed a conspiracy. Based on his understanding of the marshal, he could have gone up to him and made him believe for five minutes that he was his long-lost brother, and his life would have been comfortable. But now, as a freshly graduated admiral, he had to clean up the mess he had created over the years.
This is just... too shabby.
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