[There is still 52:34:59 to the start of the closed beta]
A line of light curtains quietly floated in front of Annan's eyes, and the characters burning with bright red flames danced like candles.
His body seemed to be shaking, and his spirit was also very tired. It's like the state where a person with severe motion sickness is tied to a chair, then driven for two hours, and his expression is slackened after vomiting the contents of his stomach. Even lying on the beach, I feel the illusion of walking on the ground in my feet.
Annan didn't want to move, think or speak. He could only lie quietly on the beach, watching the last set of numbers keep beating, as if time was passing away...
Thirty-two minutes had passed since he woke up—the clock was on, after all—and he finally felt a little thirsty.
Annan clutched the back of his head that was throbbing with pain, and slowly got up from the ground.
His occupation is a game planner for a popular mobile game. Yes, it is the occupation with a very high risk factor for myself and my family members.
Just now, in a moment of cheapness, he casually clicked on an app of "Mist Continent Internal Beta" that appeared on his phone at some point.
Focusing on the name, he wondered if this might not be a copycat leather mobile game of the type of "XX Love Elimination" or "God and Demon XX". I opened it with a professional look.
But the moment he clicked on it, he suddenly felt someone slap the back of his head with a brick, and he passed out as soon as his eyes went dark.
"What kind of novel way of time travel is this..."
Annan gasped tiredly, couldn't help but sat on the ground and coughed.
He slowed down for a while, and then managed to support his weak body, which seemed to be shaken apart, and slowly got up from the beach.
He lowered his head to look at his slender and small fingers, as well as the luxurious jacket on his body, but it was covered with mud and blood.
This looks like the clothes of a nobleman... Was it shipwrecked
Annan took a deep breath and looked back.
He clearly saw the endless black sea behind him, the dilapidated sailboat stranded on the shore, and the dark red sunset hanging high above the sea, with triple luxurious golden runes spinning in its halo.
Annan: ...
Although he was mentally prepared for the fact that he might have traveled to another world, but seeing this gorgeous sunset for the first time, which seemed to be a special effect without money, he was still shocked for a moment.
His first reaction was a very definite thought:
—Miss artist, make one for us too.
Then Annan reacted belatedly, he didn't seem to have to work overtime anymore... and after traveling to another world, he might have said goodbye to the game planning profession forever.
I can only sadly be a young nobleman, eating, drinking and having fun every day, enjoying this decadent and boring life.
It's really sad.
What's even more sad is that Annan didn't inherit the memory of this body at all, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the scene of the shipwreck.
It's like a player who skipped all the opening CGs but didn't usher in the guide task.
Weak, helpless, and confused—
who I am? Where am I? What should I do
Annan sighed and patted his face. Get yourself a little more sober.
He felt something vaguely wrong.
Although he is not a normal person. But why... I am not nervous at all when such a big event happened
Neither fear nor panic, no negative emotions in my heart, calm like a social animal living a peaceful life.
This is not like the psychological state that a social animal should have, nor is it the emotion that a traveler who knows nothing about the current situation would have. Not to mention, just looking at the sun full of special effects, you know that there are absolutely huge problems in this world.
In this case, I should be nervous and flustered, which is normal—
"... woo."
The moment Annan realized this, he suddenly felt as if something hit the back of his head hard. There was a sudden blur in front of my eyes, and then a large amount of data streams began to flow out from all directions, and finally formed a property bar:
annan, human, male
Rare Elite (Gold), CR 3
Title: None
rank: none
Health: 55%
Corrosion: 3%
Attributes: strength 7, agility 8, constitution 6, perception 11, will 12
Public experience: 20
Personal characteristic: Heart of Winter [Reverse Inscription]
Employment List—
Swordsman LV3: [Guard Sword Technique LV4], [Disarm LV1], [Frost Sword Technique LV1]
This is... the system
Annan was immediately in high spirits.
That's right, more or less came in from the mobile game site, isn't it plausible not to release a game system
Except that the rare elite (gold) looks a bit disturbing...
After a quick glance, Annan immediately turned his attention to the column of "Personal Characteristics" based on his professional intuition.
As expected, the other words disappeared immediately, and this line of words was enlarged to the center of the field of vision, and a large section of introduction appeared below.
Heart of Winter (gold, talent category)
Original effect (obsolete): You will not feel all positive emotions; the damage you receive with the "frost" element is permanently reduced by 50%; you can only be killed by the damage with the "frost" element (the whole paragraph crossed out)
Special: Equipped with [Reverse Inscription] (cannot be removed or destroyed)
Effect: You will not feel all negative emotions; the damage of the "frost" element emitted is permanently increased by 20%; you will not be killed by damage with the "frost" element.
"… I see."
Annan was thoughtful.
This talent is probably the source of his peace of mind.
"In short, let's investigate first."
Annan took a deep breath and looked at the sailboat.
The sun is almost setting. He may not have much time left to investigate... but at least he can spend the night on the ship.
His body now has only half blood left, and he still feels obviously uncomfortable. If I catch cold again at night, I'm afraid I'll catch a cold.
And... since he is a swordsman, there should be at least a sword on this boat, right
As long as there is a sword, he will have more confidence in his heart.
I don't know what my body looks like...
He dragged his still somewhat tired body and walked slowly to the beach. When he walked to the front of the boat, he lowered his head and smoothly saw the appearance of his body from the disturbing black sea:
It looks like it is only twelve or thirteen years old, and the skin on its body is quite fair, even almost morbidly pale. He has the typical thin shoulders, collarbone and slender waist of a teenager, and a head of shoulder-length black hair.
But what attracted Annan's attention the most was the pair of ice-blue pupils that were so clear and clean that it made one's heart chill.
... Surprised, I'm still quite cute.
"But no matter how cute it is, I'm still a little hungry..."
Annan slammed his mouth, but still stepped on the rope ladder with difficulty and climbed onto the boat.
He scanned the deck carefully.
This is not a small sailboat. In terms of sail configuration, it is somewhat similar to the Carrick sailing ship of the fifteenth century - it has multiple masts, the main mast hangs a large square sail, the foremast and the middle mast are equipped with several square sails, and the mizzen hangs a triangular sail. .
But all of its sails were burnt to tatters by something, and it was completely impossible to see what the original pattern was.
But on the wooden deck, there were no burn marks or bullet marks. None of the masts were snapped off either... something was wrong.
Suddenly, Annan's pupils shrank slightly.
He saw a dead body.
It was a young man with curly brown hair. He leaned down close to the rope ladder, staring at the front with death. He held a broken sword tightly in his right hand, two nails were broken and soaked in blood, but he did not let go of this sword until his death.
His chest was soaked with blood that had dried up and turned dark brown. However, the murder weapon that killed him could not be found around.
"It's not like a shipwreck."
Annan sneered.
Faced with such a dangerous thing, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. Perhaps because of the characteristics of this body, he didn't feel any panic or fear at all, only a strong sense of excitement gradually filled his heart.
There is no evidence that the man who killed the crew and burned the sails left the ship. But I really have nowhere to go.
So, I need a weapon.
Even if it's just a broken sword—
The thoughts in Annan's mind became clearer and clearer.
He stretched out his hand without hesitation, trying to forcefully break the crewman's fingers. Although his body is very young, his strength seems to be quite large, so it is not difficult.
But when Annan touched the sword, he was stunned.
Because a line of data flow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes:
[Detected unpurified nightmare fragments]
[Nightmare Fragments are bound]
[Level Requirements: Below the Bronze Rank]
[Professional Requirements: Swordsman]
[Special requirements: no ability to cast spells]
[The requirements are met, after ten seconds I will fall into a nightmare, ten, nine...]