Chapter 1: Clear the game and load reality?
March 14th, 233rd year of the New Era.
Downtown.
District 9, 47 Middle School.
School has been out for a while, and all classrooms are empty. Only the old fans on the ceiling are still spinning half-deadly.
Dong Kai, the head teacher of Class 1, Grade 3, finished packing up the lesson plans and went to check whether the classroom doors and windows were closed as usual before getting off work.
The door is not closed and the light is on.
In the last row of the classroom, on the seat next to the trash can, a figure is lying on the table doing papers.
Slender build, short hair, black-rimmed glasses, and the headphones in his ears are obviously old and faded.
"Feng Mu."
Dong Kai thought of a name, a relatively transparent student in the class.
He was not very impressed with this student. Most likely, his performance in liberal arts was acceptable, his martial arts performance was mediocre, and his overall performance was unremarkable.
There is nothing bright about his personality. He is silent, introverted, and withdrawn.
The only advantage is that I have never caused any trouble for myself in the three years of high school, and...well, on weekdays, I will take the initiative to help my classmates take out part of the garbage on the daily hygiene duty?
Feng Mu took off his earphones and stood up. As expected, he didn't seem to be very talkative. He just called out: "Teacher Dong."
Dong Kai nodded, glanced at the paper he had made, and said as a reminder: "Your liberal arts scores are not bad. If you can improve your martial arts scores in the last few months, you may not have any hope of passing the exams of several colleges in the ninth district." "Crossing the threshold."
As for being promoted to a college in the eighth district or higher, Dong Kai didn't mention it at all.
Feng Mu is well aware of his college entrance examination prospects. He also knows that instead of striving for liberal arts scores, it would be more profitable to improve his martial arts shortcomings within a limited time.
But,
The problem is that liberal arts test papers only cost paper and pen, but every inch of progress in martial arts costs money~
At least for a person like him who is weak and has a mediocre understanding, if martial arts does not cost money, can he rely on his own efforts?
Feng Mu felt bitter in his heart, but had no expression on his face, and replied: "I understand, Teacher Dong."
"Okay, it's getting late, go home quickly." Dong Kai turned off the fan as he spoke.
Feng Mu immediately packed his schoolbag, lowered his head and walked out.
"By the way, there are a few classmates in the class who have not yet handed in their college entrance examination qualification certificates. I remember your name. Please hurry up and get it done at home. Don't delay the college entrance examination."
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As they passed each other, Dong Kai seemed to suddenly remember this incident and casually reminded Feng Mu.
Feng Mu turned his back to the class teacher and hummed softly in his throat. A shadow appeared on his expressionless face, and the footsteps on the corridor became heavier.
It has been 3 years since I traveled to this world.
Feng Mu has gradually accepted all the weird things in this world, but there are only two things that have been stuck in his throat like fly droppings, making him feel troubled. Swallow down.
One thing is that the college entrance examination actually requires a qualification certificate, and the qualification certificate needs to be purchased with money. In other words, even the college entrance examination in this world discriminates against the poor~
The second thing is...
After leaving the teaching building, Feng Mu looked up at the sky. A huge black cover was pressing in the sky for unknown kilometers, as if an upside-down coffin enveloped the entire place. District 9.
The bottom of the coffin is densely covered with colorful sarcomas, which eternally replace the sun and moon, shining on the world below day after day and night after night.
“Of course what covers the sky is not a coffin, but the crystallization of human technology - the upper city. Looking up from the lower city, it is actually the endless butt (base) of the upper city, and those colorful ones are even more impossible. It’s sarcoma, how could it be sarcoma~”
“That’s the beacon of civilization that illuminates the darkness of mankind~”
Feng Mu curled his lips as he recalled the knowledge he had read in the textbook.
He had no ambition to peek into the upper city, and no curiosity to explore the truth. What bothered him was just that he hadn't been in the sun for three years.
He almost forgot what the sun looked like, as if the last time it shined was a lifetime ago.
He had to seriously suspect that part of the reason for the serious stretch of the bones in the body must be attributed to the lack of photosynthesis leading to calcium deficiency.
Cycling all the way home.
It is an old community, with a variety of rusty iron self-built houses and low-rise buildings with crumbling walls intertwined together. Looking from the entrance of the street filled with garbage, it looks like bloated and deformed earthworms entangled together, and the air is filled with... Indescribable stench.
Even though it has been three years since he traveled through time, Feng Mu still hasn't gotten used to the smell here.
After locking the bicycle at the door of the building, Feng Mu took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
The house is about 70 square meters, and the furnishings are cramped and old. On the table in the living room is synthetic meat processed with seasonings. It is a rare and hearty meal in this family.
The dishes and chopsticks were placed on the table, but no one served. Apparently, the father who worked in the patrol room had not returned yet.
Her mother, Wang Xiuli, was still busy in the kitchen, and from time to time there was the sound of dishes being scraped together.
My sister is watching TV on the sofa, and the TV is quite noisy.
Feng Mu was sitting on the sofa. The brother and sister didn't chat much. One was watching TV intently, and the other was watching TV in a daze.
A quarter of an hour later.
Father Feng Ju came back, and my mother went to meet him and helped him take off his military coat.
After the father sat at the table, the two brothers and sisters came to the table in turn. After the father moved the first chopsticks, the others picked up their chopsticks.
During the meal, the family started chatting, mainly the father asked, the sister answered, the mother was responsible for smiling, and he just ate.
"Have the results of the root bone test come out?"
"Well, last week the school conducted a bone test for all new students aged 15 or over, and the results were announced this morning. My root score is 87, ranking third among this class of students.”
“Okay, 87 is a good score.”
"The school will transfer me to the experimental class next week. Dad, you said that if I can be promoted to the key class, you will buy me the latest holographic watch."
"Dad is true to his word. I will take you to buy it in two days, but you must not be complacent. Since you are of high quality, you need to work harder. Our family’s future hope lies with you, you know.”
“Well, I know.”
My sister Feng Yuhuai was happy after receiving the promise. She has always been serious and dignified. Feng Ju's face also showed a happy smile.
"Boss, don't just eat too much. Your sister's grades are so good, you should be happy." Feng Ju suddenly brought the topic to Feng Mu.
Feng Mu put down the bowl and chopsticks, nodded and congratulated his sister
Feng Ju glanced at his mediocre and dull son, a trace of displeasure flashed on his face: "I remember that when you took the entrance test, you didn't know how to do it at all. The bone qualification is 49 points?”
Feng Mu’s eyes were full of complex emotions. That day was the time he traveled through time.
He still remembers that when he woke up, he was lying in the school storage room, with half of his body soaked in cold blood. The knife edge on his wrist was shocking, and the dazzling thing was that half of his body was stained red with blood. transcript.
That was the suicide note left to him by the original person, and it was also the secret between him and the original person.
Feng Mu muttered: "49 points, inferior."
Looking at Feng Mu's dull but calm voice, Feng Ju frowned: "I should have taken the mock test last week, how much? Divided? ”
Feng Mu replied: "The liberal arts score is 521, the martial arts score is 236, and the total score is 757."
"Is it enough to pass the passing line in the ninth district?" Feng Ju no longer even asked his son, but instead asked The head asked his daughter.
Feng Yuhuai shook his head decisively: "The civil and military scores are 750 each, and the total score is 1500. The lowest passing line in our ninth district in the past is 650 for liberal arts and 550 for martial arts. Only if the total score exceeds 900 will there be hope. My scores are far behind, both in individual subjects and in total.”
Feng Ju put down his chopsticks, stared at Feng Mu, and said in a deep voice: "Is your sister right?"
Feng Mu did not refute: "Yes, but there are still three months until the college entrance examination. I will try my best to sprint." , liberal arts scores can be improved, martial arts scores if It might not be a bad idea to have a bone refining pill..."
The bone refining pill, as the name suggests, can improve the qualifications of the root bones. It is expensive. It is only effective for everyone after taking it for the first time, and the more junk the root bone, the more useless it is. The effect of taking this elixir is more significant.
In other words, if Feng Mu has the opportunity to take it, his bones may be critically hit, and it is unknown whether it will increase by 5-10 points.
But if it were Feng Yuhuai, it would only increase by one or two points
Feng Ju stopped listening to his son's unrealistic lies and interrupted in a cold voice: "A bone refining pill. Your father and I have exchanged all our achievements in the patrol room. I can probably exchange for one, but..."< br>
Feng Mu felt a chill in his heart when he heard the word "but", while Feng Yuhuai pricked up his ears and his eyes were shining. "If I take it for you, even if the base bone increases by 10 points, the martial arts score can be increased accordingly, but it still cannot escape the category of inferior base bones. It will be a loss-making business for you or our family. It would be better to keep it in the future. Give it to your sister and help her reach a higher level, what do you think?”
Although Feng Mu has no hope in his heart? He looked up, but still felt as if his heart was stabbed by a knife. He took a deep breath and said hoarsely: "Father is right. After all, my sister is the hope of our whole family."
Feng Yuhuai smiled happily, He said sweetly to Feng Mu: "Thank you, brother. Don't worry, I will definitely miss you for the rest of my life because of your kindness to me."
Feng Mu nodded silently.
Feng Ju looked at the harmonious picture of brother, friend and sister Gong, and was satisfied. He said to Feng Mu in a rather sincere voice: "As long as you understand this, after graduating from high school, I will use the relationship in the patrol room. I’ll find you a job. If you work hard then, you can also supplement the family income...”
The conversation after that was not very nutritious, and the family members all tacitly bypassed the matter of “college entrance examination qualification certificate”.
A college entrance examination qualification certificate, whether it is expensive or cheap, is equivalent to about 5 of the latest watches.
But,
Why waste money when you know you can't pass the exam? Why not save it all for Feng Yuhuai? She has great talent and will have a lot of money to burn in the future.
Feng Ju has his own concerns, and he doesn’t feel that he has wronged his son. He is so talented and this is his fate. Can he blame others?
If a family wants to live a decent life in the lower city, there must be someone who is the backbone, someone who becomes the hope for the future of the family, and someone who makes silent sacrifices behind the scenes.
Feng Mu could probably guess what his father was thinking. He was unable to refute, so he could only finish the meal quietly and return to his room.
My mother watched him go back to his room and hesitated several times but finally said nothing.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little dull, but after a while, Feng Yuhuai's honey-smeared mouth coaxed his parents into smiling.
Close the door.
Listening to the laughter of the family outside, Feng Mu sat at the table, the black computer monitor reflecting his face into a haze.
After a long while, Feng Mu sneered twice at himself, his voice mixed with resentment.
Resentment is the last and deepest emotion left in this body.
The original resentment was not because his father favored his younger sister. After all, his younger sister was a genius, so he could understand why he would give resources to her.
What the original body cannot accept is that every day when his father praises his sister, he also belittles him. It seems that if he does not demote him to the dust, his sister's superior talent cannot be brought out.
In the eyes of his father, he would be happy to spend 100 yuan on his sister. He would frown if he spent any money on his sister. In the end, he should remember it in his heart and be grateful.
A waste of food, a waste of breathing air, and the most useless encumbrance in the family. This is what my father most often hears in his ears.
Although these are facts, the original person cannot accept his father tearing his scars apart over and over again.
The original father seemed to want to use this method to completely let him lose his self-will, as if such transformation could upgrade him from a waste in the family to a vassal of the family. In the future, he would arrange for him to go out to work, supplement the family income, and repay the expenses of childbirth. kindness.
However, the method of suppression was too brutal and brutal, and ignored the fragility of young people, and wastes also have self-esteem. Therefore, on the day when the results of the high school entrance examination came out, the original person quietly died alone in that small school. In the dark room.
When he opened his eyes again, it was Feng Mu occupying the magpie's nest.
Feng Mu himself has no resentment, because he is just an outsider who takes the place of others. Without love, how can there be hatred? All he owes is rent and food.
He just felt depressed and unwilling, depressed by the strangeness and coldness of this world, unwilling to accept his own incompetence and waste.
Like a bird locked in a cage, it wants to fly high, but finds that its wings are short and deformed, unable to bear the weight of flying, let alone breaking out of the locked cage.
In reality, there is nothing I can do but vent in the game.
Feng Mu numbly clicked on the computer and started a stand-alone game.
This game was downloaded when he was full of fear and hesitation at the beginning of time travel. He didn't expect to play it and played it off and on for three years.
This is a game about building forces and simulating management.
It is a game with a mysterious style, evil plot, high degree of free exploration, and unique gameplay.
The game plot is both fantasy and vaguely mixed with many shadows of the real world, including maps, countries, governments, institutions, environments, historical events, etc., all of which have a kind of reality that is copied from reality. feel.
The most important thing is that the timeline in the game starts 30 years ago - before March 14, 203.
The flow rate of game time and reality maintain a ratio of 10 to 1. In other words, today is the day when game time and real time overlap.
As a game that heavily imitates reality, Feng Mu is quite looking forward to how the game plot will go when the time is synchronized~
Feng Mu logged into the game and glanced at the time display [22:47, March 14, 233].
The real time is [March 14, 233, 22:53]
In a few minutes, the game time will catch up with reality.
Sure enough, after a while, accompanied by a deep BGM, the two times flashed and overlapped.
The BGM music slowly disappeared, and the picture on the screen turned into a silent movie.
[On March 14, 203, you created the organization-Destiny! ]
[On April 7, 203, you led an organization to massacre a private chamber of commerce, seizing a large amount of property and a piece of confidential information. ]
[On June 13, 203, the organization you created was exposed to the eyes of official forces for the first time and was wanted by the whole city. ]
[On November 11, 203, under your leadership, the organization attacked the secret agency of the Seventh District Government. You obtained a list and the key to a secret door. Your destiny was changed. Wanted in District 7 and labeled as an extremely evil force. ]
[…….]
[On April 9, 227, fate suffered a heavy blow, and some forces went underground. ]
[On February 15, 228, the organization readjusted its structure, and Destiny became more secretive, terrifying, and huge. The Upper City Council issued an SSS-level killing order against Destiny. ]
[…]
Since the game started in 203, characters have appeared one by one, major events have been reviewed, milestone achievements have been achieved, and plot animations have slid across the screen.
Until [March 14, 233...] a line of subtitles occupied the center of the screen.
BGM music reappeared, a magnificent and passionate symphony.
“It turns out that I have done so many big things in this game. It’s a pity that it’s just a game after all. It would be great if reality could be the same as in the game. Alas...”< br>
When Feng Mu was so whimsical.
A familiar yet unfamiliar face slowly walked out from the far end of the screen.
It’s strange because this face is completely different from Feng Mu.
I say it's familiar because this face was made by Feng Mu recalling the face of his previous life. It represents his nostalgia and emotional sustenance for his previous life, and it gives him a full sense of immersion.
The player's name - Feng Mu, was also his name in his previous life. It has the same pronunciation but different characters in this life.
On the screen, Feng Mu is wearing a crisp suit and shiny leather shoes. His posture is elegant and solemn. His dark cane taps on the marble floor, as if the cold drumbeat is responding to fate.
The perspective was raised, and behind him was a huge round table. Figures exuding a terrifying aura sat around the round table, and everyone followed his back with awe.
He walked towards the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down with indifferent eyes. The outline of the city was as small as dust, and the black and purple lightning swaying in the clouds made it look like a god in charge of destiny.
"Let's begin~"
He looked down at everything and slowly uttered three words.
The rumbling thunder shook, and the sky seemed to be torn open. Ink-colored raindrops poured out and poured to the earth.
The picture suddenly stopped, and a line of red words covered the screen.
[Everything is both an end and a beginning. When illusion and reality overlap, destiny will wake up from its slumber. Wake up destiny, player! ]
"???"
"Holy shit, what do you mean? The screen has stopped moving. Doesn't this mean you have cleared the level?"
Feng Mu's eyes widened, his heart skipped a beat, and he pressed his fingers Clicking the mouse makes you click wildly.
The screen has no response at all.
Feng Mu sat back in the chair lonelyly, as if his body had been hollowed out. After a while, he slid the mouse to close the game interface.
Ding——
The game window was closed, but a line of subtitles suddenly appeared in front of Feng Mu's eyes, as clear and eye-catching as if it was stuck in his retina.
No,
it’s not like that,
that’s exactly what it is!
[Player identity confirmed! ]
[Feng Mu——Feng Mu completed the matching and binding! ]
[There is a data error in the current world resources, the correction is loading...10%50%99%]
[100%, loading completed! ]
[Wish players a happy game! ]
……
(End of this chapter)