For a Diaosi who lives in a house who delusionally wants to save the world, time travel = opportunity = dream come true = a bunch of rich and beautiful people are waiting for luck = a bunch of tall, rich and handsome people are waiting for the base (hey, something strange got in).
But for Du Ze, crossing over is a tragedy. After seeing two moons, Du Ze no longer imagined that this was the Earth. If he travels to the parallel world of modern and modern times, he is fine. As a techie, he has room to play, even in the future sci-fi world; but if he travels to the quaint world of martial arts, he can vividly deduce a The evolutionary history of the human coffee table. Let’s not say that Du Ze’s specialty is computers, and there is no computer in ancient times. Just talking about the basic settings of a person, Du Ze is already a tragedy: he will die if he loses his glasses except for being highly short-sighted. , In addition, Du Ze silently touched his ears, there are headphones hanging there, the dark blue style looks very trendy, but no matter how cool and crazy (?) it can't hide the fact that it is a hearing aid.
Who is going to tell him, if this product is out of power, how should a short-sighted and short-sighted person survive in ancient times...
—Look, hidden weapon!
-… can not see.
-Listen, there are footsteps!
—…Listen, can’t hear QAQ!
So if the "people who don't want to travel through ancient times the most" are investigated in the hanging silk, Du Ze is definitely the first, no one.
In the same way, if the "people who died the fastest in ancient times" were investigated in the hanging silk, Du Ze would still be the first, no one.
Thinking of the very possible future of cups, Du Ze pushed his glasses, seemingly calm but in a panic... Opened the doujinshi again.
It's not as simple as a doujinshi! Whose doujinshi will look at and transcend readers! So, so hurry up and refresh him!
However, Du Ze had read the doujinshi over and over dozens of times, which was full of "grinning little X's" and "ah~ah~ah", and he still wasn't re-traversed back to his kennel. Du Ze trembled and closed the doujinshi. If he continued to look at him, he would shamefully betray Teacher Cang.
Du Ze's integrity was crying.
Physically and mentally exhausted, the reader is desperately forced to recognize the fact that he has passed through and can't go back. Du Ze began to look around, and finally cared about his current situation.
The sight is a vast expanse that cannot be seen. The ground is not mud, but a transparent crystal like ice. Du Ze lowered his head, and through the crystal, he could see the blue sky and white clouds under his feet—yes, it was the blue sky and white clouds. He seemed to be stepping on the entire sky under his feet through a thin layer of ice. The sky under my feet is the blue and white of a sunny day, and it continues into the distance, and the blue-white gradually changes to orange-red, like a transition from noon to evening, until it meets the horizon. The same was true for the sky above Du Ze's head. The sky directly above him was dark inky at midnight, with the stars twinkling, and the two "moons" exuded one purple and one yellow light. Continuing further into the distance, the color of the sky seems to transition from midnight to dawn until it meets the horizon. The surroundings are very empty, and it is impossible to distinguish the east, west, north and west. There is only one direction in which there is a huge beam of light that penetrates into the sky.
The ground of ice crystals, the sky up and down, the two moons, the huge beam of light... Du Zemo: What's with this strong sense of sight? He knew about this place, but he couldn't remember it for a while—the kind of pain in which he could call out his name, but couldn't pierce the thin layer of paper, which made Du Ze hurt silently for a while.
Since you can't remember it, just leave it behind, and maybe you will suddenly remember it. Du Ze silently looked at the boundless wilderness, and suddenly found a very serious problem: he now deeply understands that after seeing the empty world, the hero of "The World of Pingtian", the first rant about the world is : This is really a barren place-
Really, really, even, root, hair, all, no! Have!
Q: What does this mean
A: What does Kou Hu Xiaosheng eat!
The above is the standard answer for foodies. In order not to be the first Datian Dynasty citizen to starve to death in another world, Du Ze chose a direction to walk in—because the surrounding area was exactly the same, and there was only a giant beam of light as a reference, so Du Ze simply moved towards the beam of light, trying to find it of indigenous peoples. It doesn't matter if you don't speak the language, the important thing is: you can eat. = = + Du Ze's integrity was broken.
Du Ze went from night to day—there are still days and nights, and the two skies are like a revolving restaurant, reincarnating one by one. The starry sky above Du Ze's head has moved to the bottom of Du Ze's feet, and the blue sky and white clouds at the bottom of his feet are now above Du Ze's head. Along the way, Du Ze did not encounter any creatures at all, and even the scenery was unchanging and empty. Du Ze stared at the earphones in his hands. There was no warning when he passed through. At that time, the power of the earphones could only last for half a day, but now they are completely dead.
Ask for a charger! Ask for a plug! Beg... ask for food!
Du Ze pressed his stomach to sing a song, and looked at the huge beam of light that didn't seem to close the distance at all. He only felt that the ancients did not deceive me: Wangshan ran to death.
To die of exhaustion or to starve, that is the question.
As a citizen of the Great Celestial Dynasty who claims to be able to eat anything, Du Ze said the latter is unforgivable, so the hard-pressed readers can only put the dead earphones in their pockets, grit their teeth and continue to move forward. However, Du Ze walked for another day and a night. The surrounding area was still empty, the beam of light was still far away, and the hard-working readers were getting more and more hard-working. I don't know if he was extremely hungry, but Du Ze actually felt less hungry.
Stop and go, stop and go, lie down on the crystal when you are tired and sleep, then wake up and then move forward, move forward, move forward toward the beam of light—after repeating the above actions for four or five days, Du Ze, who is missing two, also finds that Not right. A person can live up to five days without eating or drinking. After Du Ze came to this world, let alone eating, he never even drank saliva. But now he is still jumping lively towards the beam of light. Although he occasionally feels hungry and thirsty along the way, after a little patience, that hunger will disappear unconsciously.
So this is the legendary opening? It seems that the Great God of Transmigration is still reliable, and he gave him the legendary golden finger, but... don't give it to obscurity! This year, good deeds must be named! So, so I beg for the instruction manual attached!
Because the God of Transmigration does not send out the instruction manual for Goldfinger, so the readers are forced to study it by themselves. Du Ze stopped walking towards the beam of light and began to study his own mutation—it seemed that he would not starve to death for a while now. From the perspective of hunger resistance, his golden fingers should be related to physical strengthening.
Du Ze first tested his strength. He looked at the empty surroundings. The only entity in the world that came into contact with him was the ice crystal under his feet. Not to mention that the ice crystal could not be destroyed at first glance, and he did not know the hardness of the ice crystal. Even if it is broken, it has no reference value.
So Du Ze pulled out his fanzines with peace of mind: I decided it was you, Xiaotong! (PS: From Pocket Monsters "It's up to you, Pikachu!")
Du Ze grabbed the spine of the book with his hands, dislocated his hands, and suddenly exerted force—
"Tear-"
"!!!"
The unscathed doujinshi silently laughed at the unlucky reader who was jumping up and down holding his fingers.
Fingers, nails are cracked, oh, 裂 — — — q q q
The farce ended with a reader angrily dismembering a book.
As for the subsequent tests of speed, agility, physique, etc., Du Ze summed it up in two words: Haha.
Once upon a time, there was a reader who crossed over, and then there was a golden finger, and the golden finger was not an ability or martial arts, but... he couldn't die from starvation.
- What's the matter with peat, the golden finger full of complaints! ? What about the God-defying ability... _(;з"∠)_
Du Ze rested his head on his hands—the doujinshi he used as a pillow these days had been dismembered in the last moment—and fell asleep in a heartbroken manner.
In the dream, Du Ze returned to the 21st century and became a rich and handsome man. Just when Du Ze dreamed that he said to an unscrupulous author, "Give you a chance to be my little brother... Hurry up and rewrite "Hybrid"! Our goal is to have a cute master!", he woke up, Then saw a huge "surprise".
Du Ze stared at the item, calmly took off his glasses, wiped it with the corner of his clothes, wiped it again, and put it on.
The intact doujinshi silently laughs at the stunned, dumb reader.
Du Ze couldn't believe it was as simple as a 18-ban doujinshi! Whose doujinshi will be resurrected with blood and blood on the second day after being dismembered!
- Say, what is the purpose of your coming to earth
Du Ze stretched out his index finger tremblingly, trying to poke the doujinshi that caused the miracle. He paused abruptly and stared at the tip of his index finger: yesterday, the nail here tore a huge hole; now, the smooth and rounded nail covers the tip of the index finger perfectly.
Not only did the doujinshi recover, but so did his nails. A thought flashed in Du Ze's mind for a moment: This is almost like a... restoration
For a split second, Du Ze thought about it the more he felt that he had finally come back to the truth. Whether it's the restoration of doujinshi and nails, or the previous hunger, it all stems from "restore" - and the "restore" of a computer: the system sets a restore point, and uses the "restore" function when the system is destroyed. It 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 it several times, otherwise he would have been starving to death and screaming.
Du Ze put his hand into his pocket and took out the earphones that he had been putting away for the past few days. The power level displayed on it confirmed Du Ze's conjecture—because he had "restored", the hearing aids returned to a state where there was a little electricity left.
What Du Ze has to do now is to find out the restore point and time.
Doujinshi was brutally murdered again. Du Ze has been guarding the pitiful books that have been dismembered, from day to night. The sky continued to rotate, and the yellow and purple moon slowly moved to the top of Du Ze's head again - this time Du Ze always regarded as 12 midnight.
Du Ze looked at the scattered pages, wondering if he was tired from staring at them for a long time, and the scattered pages in his eyes collectively appeared in double images in an instant. When Du Ze returned to his senses and looked at it again, there was already a complete book in front of him. Du Ze immediately took out his earphones and looked at it. The battery level on it showed exactly the level of electricity he had when he came to this world.
Du Ze tested it for several days, not only with books, but also with glasses, headphones, and even himself. come to this world" state.
At this moment, Du Ze finally reached Consummation—the bunker! He said why this golden finger is so ineffective, it turns out that the sky is here! Now it seems that even if he lacks arms and legs, he will "automatically restore" when the time is up, which is always equal to an 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, who was in a good mood, began to feel that everything in front of him was pleasing to the eye, whether it was the cool and noble light beam in the distance, or the breeze blowing from a distance, it made him feel extremely comfortable.
—Wait, the wind
A certain dumb reader finally realized how long he had committed the crime.
In such an empty, clean and unobstructed space, the direction the wind is coming from can only mean one thing: there are creatures moving there.
Du Ze: ... it's too cruel.
Following the flow of the wind for five days, Du Ze almost cried when he looked at the ruins not far away. It was the first other thing he had seen in days. Without thinking much, Du Ze happily went straight to the ruins.
When I got closer, I realized that this was an abandoned temple, and it was built in this barren place for some reason. The temple is quite weathered, and the roof is basically gone, only the towering pillars and the incomplete murals are left. Du Ze walked around a huge broken stone pillar, and the whole person froze.
In front of him, a huge statue of a god stood in the center of the temple. It lost 2/3 of its body, but it still had a heart-pounding majesty. Although the statue was very eye-catching, what made Du Ze froze and his mind went blank was the person leaning on the base of the statue.
- That shouldn't be called a person. The black-robed skeleton sat in the shadow of the statue, with the huge scythe of the god of death in its arms. It hung its head, motionless, more like a statue than the god behind it. The black death lingered around it, and it was so thin that it was about to disappear.
Du Ze's mind was instantly filled with the full screen of "Fuck". He mechanically turned his head to look at the beams of light and ice crystals in the distance, and finally knew where the familiar feeling came from: the ground of ice crystals, the sky up and down, Two moons, huge beams of light, ruins of temples, dilapidated statues, black-robed skeletons, death scythes - isn't this the plot of the Lost Lands of "Hybrid"! ? So, so he has crossed into "Mixed Blood"? The guy on the opposite side is... the protagonist
Sprinkling the family is worth it in this life - no! Festival, festival is about to fall!
When Du Ze picked up his morality, 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, facing Du Ze.
He looked over, looked over, looked over! ! !
Du Ze's expression was blank, and the Lost Land plot of "Hybrid" instantly emerged in his mind: The protagonist fled into the Lost Land, at that time the protagonist was seriously injured and was about to die, and then he met...
Du Ze stared blankly at the skeleton, his spirit was extremely nervous, and he almost reflexively read out the line of the person who came: "Meow~"
*****
*****
"Puff-"
Xiu fell heavily on the base of the statue and could no longer move.
This is the legendary lost land. The moment you step into the Lost Lands, it's like entering a new dimension. The chasing soldiers and everything behind were gone, and there was a boundless open space in front, back, left, and right. Xiu stepped on the transparent crystal, the sky above his feet and the huge beam of light in the distance. There are no chasing troops here, and there are no conditions for him to heal himself. He wandered in this boundless lost land for several days, and only today did he find such an abandoned temple, and at the same time, he was almost at his limit—
The rich light elements are corroding his body. It is indeed the most cutting-edge force of the Temple of Light, plus the wounds that have never healed before...
Is he really going to die this time
- I hate it!
He hasn't made the world pay, how can he die
The skeleton sat quietly in the shadow of the idol, motionless, like eternity. If anyone could hear his heart, they would definitely be swallowed up by that rich and desperate resentment.
- If anyone can achieve his wish, even the soul, he will betray.
For several days, Xiu sat like this motionless, but his soul light became more and more dim, and the death energy on his body was so weak that he could hardly see it - this was a harbinger of the demise of the undead.
Sure enough... 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 "Hybrid"
The author has something to say: Author: The beast has been robbed of his lines... Reader: That's conditioned reflex QAQ! Protagonist: ... very cute. (wandering)