For a loser who stays at home and dreams of saving the world, time travel = opportunity = dream realization = a bunch of beautiful, rich and white ladies waiting for his favor = a bunch of tall, rich and handsome men waiting for homos3xuality (Hey, something weird has sneaked in).
But for Sam, time travel is a tragedy. After seeing two moons, Sam no longer fantasized that this was Earth. If he traveled to a parallel world of modern times, it would be fine. As a technology geek, he at least has room to play, even if it is a future science fiction world; but if he traveled to an antique martial arts world, he could vividly interpret the evolution of a person's coffee table. Not to mention the bitter setting that Sam's specialty is computers and there were no computers in ancient times, just talking about the basic setting of a person, Sam is already a tragedy: in addition to being highly myopic and dying if he loses his glasses, Sam silently touched his ears, where there were headphones hanging. The dark blue style looks very trendy, but no matter how cool, crazy and evil (?) it is, it cannot cover up the fact that it is a hearing aid.
Who can tell him, if this thing runs out of power, how should a short, poor and ugly person with poor hearing and nearsightedness survive in ancient times...?
---Look, a hidden weapon!
---...can not see.
---Listen, there are footsteps!
---...I can't hear you QAQ!
Therefore, if we were to investigate the "person who least wants to travel to ancient times" among the losers, Sam would definitely be the first, no doubt about it.
Similarly, if we investigate "the person who died the fastest in ancient times" among the losers, Sam will still be number one, no doubt about it.
Thinking of the very possible tragic future, Sam pushed up his glasses, seemingly calm but actually panicked... and opened the doujinshi again.
This Kouhu is not just a doujinshi! Whose doujinshi would allow the reader to travel through time while reading it! So, so refresh it quickly!
However, Sam read the doujinshi full of "annoying little X-spirit" and "ah~ah~ah" dozens of times, and he still did not feel reversed back to his doghouse. Sam closed the doujinshi with trembling hands. If he continued reading, he would shamefully betray Teacher Cang.
Sam's moral integrity is crying.
The exhausted reader desperately realized that he had traveled through time and could not go back. Sam began to look around and finally cared about his current situation.
What caught his eye was the boundless expanse. The ground was not soil, but transparent crystals similar to ice. Sam lowered his head and could see the blue sky and white clouds under his feet through the crystals. 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. As it continued farther away, 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 Sam's head was the same. The sky directly above him was the dark ink color of midnight, with stars twinkling in it, and two "moons" emitting one purple and one yellow light. As it continued farther away, the color of the sky seemed to transition from midnight to dawn, until it met the horizon. The surroundings were very empty, and it was impossible to tell east, south, west, and 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... Sam was silent: What was this strong sense of déjà vu? He knew this place, but he just 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 that thin paper made Sam silently hurt for a while.
Since I can't remember it, I might as well just forget it. Maybe I'll remember it suddenly. Sam 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 - there's really no roots or hairs! Yes!
Q: What does this mean?
A: What does a ba5tard eat?
The above is the standard answer for foodies. In order not to become the first citizen of the Great Celestial Empire to starve to death in the alien world, Sam chose a direction to go. Because the surroundings were all exactly the same empty space, with only a huge light column as a reference, Sam 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: you can eat. ==+
Sam's moral integrity was shattered.
Sam walked from night to day - there is still day and night here, the two skies are like a revolving restaurant, rotating up and down. The starry sky above Sam's head has turned to Sam's feet, and the blue sky and white clouds under his feet are now above Sam's head. Sam did not encounter any living creatures along the way, and even the scenery is always empty. Sam 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 most of the day, and now it is completely out of power.
Please give me a charger! Please give me a plug! Please... Please give me food!
Sam pressed his abdomen as he sang a song, looking at the huge beam of light that seemed to be not getting any closer. He 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 for being able to eat anything, Sam said that the latter was unforgivable, so the poor reader could only stuff the dead headphones into his pocket and grit his teeth and continue to move forward. However, Sam 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 even more miserable. I don't know if it was because he was extremely hungry, but Sam felt less hungry.
Walk, stop, walk, stop, and when he was tired, he would lie down on the crystal and sleep. When he woke up, he would continue to move forward, forward, forward, and forward towards the light column. After repeating the above actions for four or five days, even the most stupid Sam realized that something was wrong. A person can only live for five days without food or water. After Sam came to this world, he had never eaten or even drank water. But now he was still lively and moving towards the light column. Although he occasionally felt hungry and thirsty on the road, after enduring it, the hunger would disappear unknowingly.
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 include the instruction manual, dear!
Because the time travel master did not send out the instructions for using the gold finger, the poor readers can only study it by themselves. Sam stopped moving towards the light column and began to study his own changes. Anyway, it seems that he will not starve to death for a while. From the perspective of starvation resistance, his gold finger should be related to physical strengthening.
Sam first tested his strength. He looked around at the empty space. The only entity in this world that was in contact with him was the ice crystal under his feet. Not to mention that the ice crystal was obviously indestructible, he didn't know the hardness of the ice crystal, so even if he broke it, it would be of no reference value.
So Sam took out the doujinshi with a clear conscience: It's you, Xiao Tong! (PS: From the pocket monster "It's you, Pikachu!")
Sam grabbed the spine of the book with his hands, dislocated his hands, and suddenly exerted force---
"Rip---"
"!!!"
The unharmed doujinshi silently laughed at the hapless reader who was jumping up and down with his fingers clenched.
My fingernails are cracked. Woohoo! Woohoo! --- Q-mouth Q
The farce ended with a reader angrily dismembering a book.
As for the subsequent tests of speed, agility, physique, etc., Sam 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 superpower or a martial art, but... it made him immortal by starving.
---What's up with this cheating golden finger? ? Where's the amazing ability? _(；з」∠)_
Sam rested his head on his hands - the doujinshi he had been using as a pillow for the past few days had been dismembered just a moment ago - and fell asleep heartbroken.
In his dream, Sam returned to the 21st century and became tall, rich and handsome. Just when Sam dreamed that he said to an 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 protagonist!", he woke up and saw a huge "surprise".
Sam 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.
Sam couldn't believe it was just a 18+ banned doujinshi! Whose doujinshi would be resurrected with full health and status the next day after being dismembered! ?
---Tell me, what is your purpose of coming to Earth?
Sam 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, there was a huge tear in the nail here; 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 Sam's mind for a moment: This is simply like a kind of... restoration?
Suddenly, his mind was opened. The more Sam thought about it, the more he felt that he had finally gotten the truth. Whether it was the restoration of the fanzine and the nails, or the previous resistance to hunger, it was all due to "restoration" - the same principle as "restoration" on 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. Based on the situation in the past few days, he should have "automatically" restored several times, otherwise he would have been starving to death and howling.
Sam 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 Sam's guess - because he had "restored", the hearing aid had returned to a state where there was a little bit of power left.
What Sam needs to do now is to find the restoration point and time.
The doujinshi was once again murdered. Sam 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 Sam's head again - this time Sam always regarded as 12 o'clock midnight.
Sam looked at the scattered pages. Maybe he was tired from staring at them for too long, but the scattered pages suddenly appeared double in his eyes. When Sam came back to his senses and looked again, he saw a complete book in front of him. Sam immediately took out his headphones and saw that the battery level was exactly the same as when he came to this world.
Sam continued testing for several days, not only using books, but also glasses, headphones, and even himself, and he 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 coming to this world".
At this moment, Sam finally achieved perfection! He said that this golden finger was not so powerful, it turned out that the heaven-defying thing was here! Now it seems that even if he is missing arms and legs, he will be "automatically restored" after a certain period of time, which is equivalent to infinite resurrection.
Sam didn't dare to test whether he would be restored to the original point after his death, but he was very satisfied with the current situation. In a good mood, Sam 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 very comfortable.
---Wait, wind?
A certain silly reader finally realized how long he had been being stupid.
In such an open, clean and unobstructed space, the direction from which the wind comes can only mean one thing: there are living creatures moving around there.
Sam: ...It’s too cruel.
After walking for five days following the wind, Sam 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, Sam happily ran straight to the ruins.
As they got closer, they realized that this was probably an abandoned temple, built in this desolate place for some unknown reason. The temple was severely weathered, and the roof was basically gone, leaving only tall pillars and incomplete murals. Sam walked around a huge broken stone pillar and froze.
In front of him, a huge statue stood in the center of the temple. It had lost 2/3 of its body, but it still exuded a majesty that made people's heart palpitate. Although the statue was very eye-catching, what made Sam freeze and even his mind go blank was the person leaning against the base of the statue.
---That shouldn't be called a human. A skeleton in a black robe sat in the shadow of the statue, with the huge sickle of death folded in its arms. It hung its head, motionless, more like a statue than the statue behind it. The black aura of death lingered around it, so thin that it was about to disappear.
Sam's mind was instantly filled with "F*ck" and he mechanically looked back at the light column and ice crystals in the distance. He finally understood where that familiar feeling came from: ice crystal ground, sky above and below, two moons, huge light column, temple ruins, dilapidated statues, black-robed skeletons, death's sickle - isn't this the plot of the Lost Land in "Mixed Blood"!? So, so he traveled to "Mixed Blood"? The guy opposite him is... the protagonist?
My life is worth it---No! My moral integrity is about to be lost!
When Sam picked up his moral integrity, the skeleton seemed to sense the arrival of others. A faint soul light ignited in the dark eye sockets, and he raised his head inaudibly and faced Sam.
He looked over, looked over, looked over---!!!
Sam'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...
Sam looked at the skeleton expressionlessly. He was extremely nervous and almost reflexively recited the visitor's words:
"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 he stepped into the Lost Land, it was like entering a new time and space. The pursuers and everything behind him disappeared, and there was 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 were no pursuers here, and there were no conditions for him to heal himself. He wandered in this endless Lost Land for several days, and only today did he find such an abandoned temple. At the same time, he was almost at his limit--- The rich light element was corroding his body. He was worthy of being the most advanced force of the Temple of Light, and coupled with the injuries that had never been 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 desperate hatred.
---If anyone can fulfill his wish, he will sell it even if it is his soul.
For several days, Xiu sat like this motionless, 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... 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~"
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