The sunlight fell directly on the large bed in the room through the bright glass window, and when the person on the bed moved his eyes, he opened it, and all the hustle and bustle returned to reality together, breaking the silence in the room.

"I'm here... In what place? The man on the bed propped himself up, looked around a little blankly, and then a flash of light flashed, and his memory was reset, and he finally remembered what had happened.

This person who just woke up from the bed, of course, is our protagonist Wang Xiaoming, in that strange space, after being kicked away, he doesn't know how long he flew, anyway, he flew so much that his consciousness was about to be scattered, and he followed the mix.

"That's ······" Wang Xiaoming smiled bitterly, the last world can be said to be the one he lost the most, he never knew that there was such a serious punishment for failure.

Kamen Rider Armor's transcendent form was sealed, the time train could not be used, Kamen Rider Dragoon did not gain any benefits at all, plus he was unable to return to his own world again, and the mysterious person who appeared at the end, everything made Wang Xiaoming's head big.

"Failed. Sure enough, being a savior is not an easy thing at all. Wang Xiaoming lay down again, staring blankly at the roof, all kinds of thoughts flying in his mind, so that he didn't even have the heart to understand what kind of world he was in now.

I don't know how long this situation lasted, anyway, when Wang Xiaoming's stomach reminded him that it needed to eat, he was dragged back to reality from the dazed and other messy emotions, he sighed, barely supported his body, and had to get up.

Looking at the room that had fallen a layer of dust, Wang Xiaoming scratched his head, turned his head and looked at the electronic watch hanging on the wall, the numbers on it clearly reminded Wang Xiaoming that his unconscious state seemed to have lasted for nearly a week.

"No wonder you're so weak." Wang Xiaoming carefully helped the side of the bed to get out of bed, and then searched the entire room but did not find anything to eat.

He patted his head with a wry smile, he was so confused that he forgot that he had space props. Wang Xiaoming took out some liquid food from the space, ate a little to make himself have the strength to move around, and then went to the bathroom to wash up.

"The first time I found out that it was so laborious to take a bath." After washing, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but walk to the bed and sit down, looking at the dark night outside.

He was in a daze for a while, and immediately came back to his senses, shaking his head with some palpitations, he found that he seemed to be a little decadent, and he would be in a daze for a long time if he was slightly distracted, he frowned and thought, this seems to be something unusual.

"Even if I'm frustrated because of the failure of the mission, angry and unwilling to be attacked by someone, it's not so decadent." Thinking so, he immediately took out a talisman seal, activated it with the Spirit Enlightenment Glove, and pasted it on his body.

There was a sizzling sound, as if something had been fried, and the black energy that was randomly visible to the naked eye flew out of Wang Xiaoming's body and disappeared into the air. And Wang Xiaoming's body also has a feeling of 'freedom' at this moment.

"The second time, I was put on the table again." Wang Xiaoming felt the physical condition and sighed.

But perhaps because of the absence of that external factor, he was much calmer. He took out a few high-level talismans from the space, cleaned his room thoroughly, and then gained another burst, and nearly a dozen negative energies were scattered. Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he had some doubts, this negative energy was too much.

He couldn't figure out why for a while, but he could know that this world seemed to be a world with supernatural powers. Wang Xiaoming closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and then thought about it carefully, and immediately remembered the information fed back from this world.

His identity in this world is a high school teacher, a super awesome subject teacher, of course, it is not an ordinary mathematics, physics and chemistry, but the kind of super teacher who everyone will pay attention to and will teach students any knowledge - physical education teacher!

This world not only gave an identity, but also a house, but this house is not very good, the most cheating thing is a haunted house, and it almost made him die in bed like that.

However, there is no information outside of this, Wang Xiaoming doesn't know what kind of world this world is, but according to the previous practice, Wang Xiaoming feels that everything has to start from school.

"I just don't know if I've been absent from work for a week, and I'll be fired." Wang Xiaoming scratched his head and thought.

Wang Xiaoming thought so, found the computer in the room that belonged to his identity, and skillfully logged in the email in his memory, but found that no one was looking for him at all!!

"I'm real!" Wang Xiaoming didn't know how many times he sighed and patted his head on this night. In short, except for the negative energy at the beginning, the rest of this night was caused by the lack of light in my brain.

"It looks like I have to think about this for the time being, take a good rest, and get back in the mood!" Wang Xiaoming thought so, took out a tranquilizer and stuck it on his head, and fell asleep quickly.

When he got up the next day, Wang Xiaoming went out for breakfast, and then hired an hourly worker to tidy up and clean the room, and wandered around this strange city by himself. Well, Wang Xiaoming is in the neon city of Tokyo at the moment, and all his memories of neon are from various special effects and anime, as well as some parts of the neon TV series.

When I was wandering around in Tieba or other places before, I also saw some people's introductions to Tokyo, especially Akihabara as a holy place for otaku, all of which was the purpose of Wang Xiaoming's preparation to take a stroll, as for Kamen Rider, missions, salvation and other things, he felt that he would put them in his heart for the time being, and think about these things when his mood recovered.

Oh, by the way, there is also food, although it is certainly not comparable to the 5,000-year-old food culture of China, but it also has its own characteristics, Wang Xiaoming decided to take a look at the strategy on the phone first, and then eat from beginning to end.

So, Wang Xiaoming took the neon local documents like this one day, but he looked like a foreigner (originally a foreigner), and directly participated in a tour group, and consumed the depression in his heart while traveling.

"What an ordinary and uneventful day." Wang Xiaoming held food in his hand, walked in a park near his house, and sighed softly.

"Ah!! Help me!!! A deafening scream, but very faceless, broke Wang Xiaoming's 'ordinary and dull day', so that he had to stop and turn his head to look into the depths of the park.