For a loser who stays at home and dreams of saving the world, time travel = opportunity = dream realization = a bunch of beautiful, rich and beautiful women waiting for his favor = a bunch of tall, rich and handsome men waiting for homosexuality (Hey, something weird has sneaked in).
But for Du Ze, time travel is a tragedy. After seeing the two moons, Du Ze no longer thought that this was Earth. If he traveled to a parallel world in modern times, it would be fine. As a technology geek, he would have room to show his talents. Even a future science fiction world would be fine. But if he traveled to an ancient martial arts world, he could vividly interpret the history of a person's tea evolution. Let’s not talk about the fact that Du Ze’s specialty is computers and there were no computers in ancient times. Just talking about the basic settings of a person, Du Ze is already a tragedy: in addition to being extremely nearsighted and dying if he loses his glasses, Du Ze silently touched his ear, where there was an earphone hanging. The dark blue style looked very trendy, but no matter how cool, crazy, evil and charming (?) it was, it could not hide the fact that it was a hearing aid.
Who can tell him, if this thing runs out of power, how should a short, poor, deaf and nearsighted person survive in ancient times... ?
——Look, a hidden weapon!
——…I can’t see it.
——Listen, there are footsteps!
——…I can’t hear you QAQ!
So if we were to poll the netizens to find out who they least want to travel to ancient times, Du Ze would definitely be number one, no doubt about it.
Similarly, if we survey the "person who died the fastest in ancient times" among the netizens, Du Ze will still be number one, without a doubt.
Thinking of the extremely likely tragic future, Du Ze pushed his glasses, seemingly calm but actually panicked... and opened the doujinshi again.
Kouhu is not just a doujinshi! Whose doujinshi can make the reader travel through time while reading it! So, so refresh it quickly!
However, Du Ze read the doujinshi filled with "annoying little X-spirit" and "Ah~Ah~Ah" over and over again dozens of times, but he still did not feel transported back to his den. Du Ze closed the doujinshi with a trembling voice. If he continued reading, he would shamefully betray Teacher Cang.
Du Ze's moral integrity is crying.
The exhausted reader despairedly realized that he had traveled through time and could not go back. Du Ze began to look around and finally cared about his current situation.
The horizon was endless. The ground was not soil, but a transparent crystal similar to ice. Du Ze lowered his head and could see the blue sky and white clouds under his feet through the crystal - yes, it was blue sky and white clouds. He seemed to be stepping on the entire sky through a thin layer of ice. The sky under his feet was the azure blue and white of a sunny day. The farther he went, the blue and white gradually changed to orange-red, just like the transition from noon to dusk until it met the horizon. The sky above Du Ze was the same. The sky directly above him was the dark ink color of midnight, with stars twinkling in it, and two "moons" emitting purple and yellow light. The farther he went, the color of the sky seemed to transition from midnight to dawn until it met the horizon. The surroundings were empty and it was impossible to tell east, south, west or north. There was only one direction where there was a huge pillar of light that went straight into the sky.
Ice crystal ground, sky above and below, two moons, huge pillars of light... Du Ze was silent: What was this strong sense of déjà vu? He knew this place, but he couldn't remember it for a while - the pain of being just a little bit away from calling out the name, but just couldn't pierce through the thin paper made Du Ze silently hurt for a long time.
Since I can't remember it, I might as well forget about it. Maybe I'll remember it suddenly. Du Ze looked at the endless wilderness silently, and suddenly found a very serious problem: he now deeply understood the protagonist of "Hirata's World" who saw the empty world and his first complaint about the world was: This is really a barren land——
Really, not even a hair! Yes!
Q: What does this mean?
A: What does the bastard eat?
The above is the standard answer of a foodie. In order not to become the first citizen of the Great Celestial Empire to die of hunger in the alien world, Du Ze chose a direction to go - because there was the same emptiness all around, with only a huge light column as a reference, so Du Ze simply went forward to the light column, trying to find the natives here. It doesn't matter if the language is not understood, the important thing is: it can be eaten. = =＋ Du Ze's moral integrity was shattered to the ground.
Du Ze walked from night to day - there is still day and night here, and the two skies are like a revolving restaurant, rotating up and down. The starry sky above Du Ze's head has turned to Du Ze's feet, and the blue sky and white clouds under his feet are now above Du Ze's head. Du Ze did not encounter any living creatures along the way, and even the scenery is the same empty space. Du Ze looked at the headphones in his hand bitterly. There was no sign when he crossed over. At that time, the battery of the headphones could only last for half a day, but now it is completely out of power.
Please give me a charger! Please give me a plug! Please... Please give me food!
Du Ze pressed his abdomen as he sang a song, looking at the huge beam of light that seemed to be getting no closer, and felt that the ancient saying was true: If you look at the mountain, you will run to death.
To die of exhaustion or of hunger, that is the question.
As a citizen of the Great Celestial Empire who is known to eat anything, Du Ze said that the latter was unforgivable, so the poor reader could only stuff the dead headphones into his pocket and grit his teeth to continue walking forward. However, Du Ze walked for another day and night, and the empty surroundings were still empty, and the light beam in the distance was still far away, and the poor reader became more miserable. I don't know if it was because he was extremely hungry, but Du Ze felt less hungry.
Walk, stop, walk, and when tired, lie down on the crystal to sleep. When waking up, continue to move forward, forward, and forward towards the light column. After repeating the above actions for four or five days, even the stupid Du Ze realized that something was wrong. A person can only live for five days without food or water. After coming to this world, Du Ze had never eaten or even drank water. But now he was still lively and jumping towards the light column. Although he felt hungry and thirsty occasionally on the road, after enduring it, the hunger would disappear unconsciously.
So this is the legendary cheat? It seems that the time travel master is still reliable, and gave him the legendary golden finger, but... don't give it so quietly! In this day and age, you have to leave your name behind when you do good things! So, so I beg you to attach the instruction manual, dear!
Because the time travel master did not send out instructions for using the gold finger, the poor readers can only study it by themselves. Du Ze stopped moving towards the light column and began to study his own mutation - anyway, it seems that he will not die of hunger for a while. From the perspective of hunger resistance, his gold finger should be related to physical strengthening.
The first thing Du Ze tested was his strength. He looked around at the empty space. The only solid object in contact with him was the ice crystal under his feet. Not to mention that the ice crystal was obviously indestructible, he also didn't know the hardness of the ice crystal, so even if he broke it, it would be of no reference value.
So Du Ze took out the doujinshi with a clear conscience: It's you, Xiao Tong! (PS: It comes from the pocket monster "It's you, Pikachu!")
Du Ze grabbed the spine of the book with his hands, misplaced his hands, and suddenly exerted force -
“Tear——”
"!!!"
The unharmed doujinshi silently laughed at the unhappy reader who was jumping up and down with his fingers clenched.
My fingernails are cracked. Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! — Q-mouth Q
The farce ends with a reader angrily dismembering a book.
As for the subsequent tests of speed, agility, physical fitness, etc., Du Ze summed it up in two words: Haha.
Once upon a time there was a reader who traveled through time and space and had a golden finger. The golden finger was not a supernatural power or a martial art, but... the ability to survive hunger.
——What's up with this cheating golden finger?! Where's the amazing ability you said...＿（；з」∠）＿
Du Ze rested his head on his hands - the doujinshi he had been using as a pillow for the past few days had been chopped up just a moment ago - and fell asleep heartbroken.
In his dream, Du Ze returned to the 21st century and became a tall, rich and handsome man. Just when Du Ze dreamed that he said to a certain unscrupulous author, "I'll give you a chance to become my younger brother... Go and rewrite "Mixed Blood"! Our goal is to have a cute master!", he woke up and saw a huge "surprise".
Du Ze stared at the object, calmly took off his glasses, wiped them with the corner of his clothes, wiped them again, and then put them on.
The intact doujinshi silently laughed at the shocked and dumb readers.
Du Ze couldn't believe it was just an 18+ doujinshi! Whose doujinshi would be resurrected with full health and full status the next day after being dismembered! ?
——Tell me, what is your purpose in coming to Earth?
Du Ze stretched out his index finger tremblingly, wanting to poke the doujinshi that caused the miracle. He suddenly stopped and stared at the tip of his index finger: yesterday, the nail here was torn into a huge hole; now, the smooth and round nail cover covered the tip of the index finger intact.
Not only was the doujinshi restored, but his nails were restored as well. A thought flashed through Du Ze's mind for a moment: This is simply like a kind of... restoration?
Suddenly, Du Ze suddenly realized the truth. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had finally seen the truth. Whether it was the restoration of the doujinshi and nails, or the previous hunger tolerance, it all came from "restoration" - the same principle as the "restoration" of a computer: the system sets a restore point, and when the system is damaged, use the "restore" function, and the system will automatically restore to the state when the restore point was set. Judging from the situation in the past few days, he should have "automatically" restored several times, otherwise he would have been starving to death.
Du Ze reached into his pocket and took out the earphones that he had put away for the past few days. The battery level displayed on them confirmed Du Ze's guess - because he had "recovered", the hearing aid had returned to the state of having a small amount of residual power.
Now what Du Ze has to do is to find the restoration point and time.
Doujinshi was once again destroyed. Du Ze had been guarding the poor torn book from day till night. The sky continued to rotate, and the yellow and purple moons slowly moved to the top of Du Ze's head again - Du Ze always regarded this time as 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.
Du Ze looked at the scattered pages. Maybe he was tired from staring at them for too long. The scattered pages suddenly appeared double in his eyes. When Du Ze came back to his senses and looked again, he saw a complete book in front of him. Du Ze immediately took out his headphones and saw that the battery level on them was exactly the same as when he came to this world.
Du Ze continued testing for several days, using not only books but also glasses, headphones and even himself, and came to the same conclusion: every time it was "12 o'clock midnight", he and his equipment would automatically return to the state of "just arriving in this world".
At this moment, Du Ze was finally satisfied - it was awesome! He was wondering why this golden finger was so ineffective, but it turned out that the magic was here! Now it seems that even if he is missing arms and legs, he will "automatically recover" when the time comes, which is equivalent to infinite resurrection.
Du Ze didn't dare to test whether he would return to the original point after his death, but he was very satisfied with the current situation. Du Ze, in a good mood, began to feel that everything in front of him was pleasing to the eye, whether it was the cold and noble light column in the distance that was not allowed to approach, or the breeze blowing from afar, all made him feel extremely comfortable.
—Wait, wind?
A certain silly reader finally realized how long he had been being stupid.
In such an empty, clean and unobstructed space, the direction from which the wind comes can only mean one thing: there are living things moving there.
Du Ze: ...It’s too cruel.
After walking for five days following the wind, Du Ze almost burst into tears when he saw the ruins not far away. This was the first time he had seen anything else in these days. Without thinking too much, Du Ze happily ran straight to the ruins.
As he got closer, he realized that this was probably an abandoned temple, built in this desolate place for unknown reasons. The temple was severely weathered, and the roof was basically gone, leaving only tall pillars and incomplete murals. Du Ze walked around a huge broken stone pillar and froze.
In front of him, a huge statue stood in the center of the temple. It was missing 2/3 of its body, but it still gave off a terrifying majesty. Although the statue was very eye-catching, what froze Du Ze and even made his mind go blank was the person leaning against the statue's base.
——That shouldn't be called a human. The skeleton in a black robe sat in the shadow of the statue, with the huge sickle of death folded in its arm. It hung its head and did not move, looking more like a statue than the statue behind it. The black aura of death lingered around it, so faint that it was about to disappear.
Du Ze's mind was instantly filled with "WTF!". He mechanically turned his head to look at the light column and ice crystals in the distance, and finally realized where that familiar feeling came from: ice crystal ground, sky above and below, two moons, huge light column, temple ruins, broken statues, black-robed skeletons, death sickle - isn't this the plot of the Lost Land in "Half-Blood"!? So, so he has traveled to "Half-Blood"? The guy opposite is... the protagonist?
The life of the family is worth it - No! The moral integrity is about to be lost!
When Du Ze picked up his moral integrity, the skeleton seemed to sense the arrival of others. The faint soul light ignited in the dark eye sockets, and he raised his head inaudibly and faced Du Ze.
He looked over here, looked over here, looked over here——!!!
Du Ze's expression was blank, and the plot of the Lost Land in "Mixed Blood" instantly emerged in his mind: the protagonist escaped to the Lost Land, and at that time the protagonist was seriously injured and about to die, and then encountered...
Du Ze looked at the skeleton expressionlessly. He was extremely nervous and almost reflexively said the words of the visitor: "Meow~"
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“Plop——”
Xiu fell heavily onto the base of the statue and could no longer move.
This is the legendary Lost Land. The moment you step into the Lost Land, it's like entering a new time and space. The pursuers and everything behind you are gone, and there is an endless void in front, behind, left and right. Xiu stepped on the transparent crystal, with the sky under his feet and above his head, and a huge pillar of light in the distance. There are no pursuers here, and at the same time, there are no conditions for him to heal himself. He has been wandering in this endless Lost Land for several days, and it was not until today that he discovered such an abandoned temple. At the same time, he is almost at his limit -
The dense light element was corroding his body. He was indeed the most advanced military force of the Temple of Light. Add to that the wounds that had never healed before...
Is he really going to die this time?
——So hateful!
How could he die when he hadn't made the world pay?
The skeleton sat quietly in the shadow of the statue, motionless, as if forever. If anyone could hear his inner voice, they would be swallowed by the thick and hopeless resentment.
——If anyone can fulfill his wish, even if it is a soul, he will sell it.
For several days, Xiu sat like this motionlessly, but his soul light became dimmer and dimmer, and the death aura on his body became so weak that it was almost invisible - this was a sign of the undead's demise.
As expected... it was abandoned...
No one will come to save him, no one will need him.
He...doesn't want to die...
At this moment, Xiu heard an extremely soft voice.
"Meow~"
——Excerpt from "Mixed Blood"
Author's words: Author: The beast got the last word... Reader: That's a conditioned reflex QAQ! Protagonist: ... Very cute. (Ready to make a move)