Shi Cheng saw himself.

Strictly speaking, he has seen countless selves, countless selves of different ages, and countless things that he has experienced and that his current self has never experienced.

He saw the story of his life.

He saw his birth, it was in the mid-fifties, at the door of the obstetrics department of a county people's hospital in the north, a family surrounded the nurse and hugged him out of his elation. He saw his grandparents, his grandparents, his father, his eldest brother and second sister, and his seven aunts and eight aunts. They were so young and their faces were so vivid.

He saw his own death in the early eighties, on an inaccessible execution ground, and he and more than a dozen of his gangster accomplices fell to their knees awaiting execution. He saw that they were all tied up, with wooden signs with their charges on their backs, some of them wailing and crying, and some of them were silent. Behind them was a row of men in grass-green uniforms, five or six halves in their hands loaded, the barrels of which glistened in the sun.

Liquid metal robots are easy to use, Shi Cheng thought to himself, not only can they look like anyone, but they can even look like they have their heads blooming, and they can easily fool everyone.

"From now on, you are dead in your mother world." The agent of the Time and Space Administration disguised as a police officer said to him, "We have made good on our promise, and now it's time for you to fulfill your obligations." ”

So he was transported to the training camp in the arena, where they transformed his body.

"That's it?" Shi Cheng touched his body from head to toe, and then asked the agent in charge of directing the offerings, "I don't feel any different from before. ”

"A lot of offerings say that, you punch me first."

Shi Cheng thought he had misheard, and it wasn't until the other party repeated it impatiently that he clenched his fists, ready to punch the agent in the face.

Then his arm froze in mid-air, unable to move.

"We've put restrictions on you, and you can't do anything we don't allow you to do." The agent nodded in satisfaction, "Does it feel a little different from before?" ”

Shi Cheng tried a few more times, "What are you not allowed me to do?" ”

"First, suicide is not allowed. Second, you are not allowed to deliberately kill your people. Third, you are not allowed to encroach on or damage the private property of your clan unless you have the permission of the other party. Fourth, obey and carry out the orders from your superiors according to your understanding, and do not disobey. Fifth, you are not allowed to kill more than twenty enemies of lower level than you in a single day. ”

"My people? My enemy? ”

"You can also understand it as your accomplices and your competitors, is there anything else?"

"Yes, why can't I get dressed?"

"To maximize your shame and increase your insecurity, doing so will exercise your willpower more effectively."

"What am I going to do next?"

"You'll then be trained for no less than a month to learn how Stone Age humans fought and survived. At the end of the training, your seniors will buy you through the trading platform of the management system. From now on, you will belong to a certain country, participate in battles, and earn points. The more points you have, the higher your ranks, and when you reach the highest stage of the offering, you can choose to go home or take a more advanced test. ”

"Why do I have to fight with stone tools? This is also to exercise my willpower? ”

"That's right."

The scene vanished, and Shi Cheng's eyes returned to a corridor with no end in sight, and countless doors of the same size, spacing, material, and color were arranged on the walls on both sides of the corridor, and the lampshades inlaid on the ceiling flashed in turn, prompting him to move on.

Shi Cheng walked slowly. After becoming the new manager, the council used Taube to exchange him for enough points to be promoted to the third rank.

Being a third-stage offering doesn't automatically have powerful abilities that only third-order people can have, so here he is, in a dream that the Lord God has opened at his request, ready to spend all ten points and complete the deal he has been longing for.

"What is an ability?"

"We are collectively referred to in terms of the supernatural abilities that the human body can possess, and these abilities are diverse. Clairvoyance is good with the wind, and the idea of killing people is everything. ”

"What do I do if I want to get an ability?"

"Buy with points." The agent's answer was succinct.

"How do I earn points? Who to buy from? ”

"The way you earn points depends on your class, and you can buy abilities from the management system every time you accumulate a certain amount."

"And what is my current occupation?"

"Recruit, the lowest rank in the offering. If you don't have an ability, you can't get points, and you have to change classes. ”

"How do I change jobs? Could you please be as detailed as possible this time? This kind of toothpaste-squeezing style of asking and answering almost exhausted Shi Cheng's patience, and because of the identity of the other party, he didn't dare to attack. This feeling of aggrieved is really a fire word.

"Okay, first of all, you must kill at least one enemy in the Battle of the Divine Will so that you can get a chance to change classes. There are three classes to choose from: Samurai, Priest, and Footman. If you want to earn points as quickly as possible, I recommend going for Samurai. ”

"Then I'll choose a samurai, and then what?"

"Once you've decided on a class, you'll officially become the first stage of your offering level, and you'll get a low-level ability for free, usually a bargain like telepathy or power-up. If you want to get to the next level, you have to kill more enemies in the Battle of the Divine Will, get one point for each enemy you kill, automatically move up one level for every ten points you get, and buy an ability every time you level up. ”

"What if I kill an enemy who is lower level than me, or higher than me?"

"If you kill an enemy who is lower than you, you will get ten points for one level higher, and twenty points for two levels higher."

"In other words, if I kill a third-order enemy at the level of a recruit......"

"Theoretically, you can ascend to the heavens in one step and be directly promoted to a third-order person."

"Theoretically? So what about actually? ”

"Actually? Unless you earn 20 points but never use it to buy a high-level ability, and Shabby is killed by you in the Battle of the Divine Will, even though he is a third-stage identity, but his combat power is a first-stage level. If you're lucky, you might as well go to the raffle. ”

"There is still a lottery in the arena?"

"Yes, on the last day of every year, we have a raffle, and all the offerings can be participated in regardless of grade. Winners can advance directly to the fourth level and leave the arena. ”

"Listening to your tone, it seems that something bad will happen if you don't win the lottery?"

The agent smiled, "It's not particularly bad, it's just that all the points you've accumulated will be cleared and you will start all over again." ”

Shi Cheng stopped, staring at a door in a tangled way. He could feel that behind the door was one of his most memorable memories. But which one is it? He couldn't help but want to see what was going on, but he wanted to finish the deal as soon as possible, and the leaders of the council were still waiting for him in reality.

In the end, he lost to his curiosity.

He saw himself sitting with another man under a large tree on the outskirts of the main city, drinking and chatting. With no one else in sight all around, it's perfect for planning and talking about things that don't fit to tell others.

"Congratulations, Brother Cheng, congratulations." The other party seemed to be a little drunk, and his speech was slurred, "Brother Cheng this time, you finally became the head of the regiment, hiccup, brothers, brothers can be regarded as boiling, boiling." The man held up the pottery wine bowl, "Come, be happy today, and drink another bowl." ”

The two of them drank it all, Shi Cheng's mirror image put down the pottery bowl and opened it slowly, "Xiaohao, when are you going to install it?" ”

The man laughed and showed his original form, "Brother Cheng is Brother Cheng, so you can see that there is really yours." What do you think? Brother, am I still good at acting? ”

"It's done, it's done." Shi Cheng saw his mirror image and poured a full wine bowl for the two of them, "Do you know what I called you out for this time?" ”

"I don't know, what's the matter?"

"A few of my old friends have contributed a lot to the fact that this council has been able to approve my appointment. Dripping grace, spring newspaper. I want to give them a favor back. ”

"Do you still want me to be a hair?"

"Because it's a win-win deal, do you know Huang Zhaocai? The one of the 8th regiment. ”

"I know, I heard that his hundred-man team only has about a dozen left this time, and he has almost become the commander of the light pole."

"Lao Huang's team of 100 is going to be rebuilt, and he is now very short of backbones. I want you to help him, and besides, you should be a chief. What do you think? Would you like to? ”

"Willing is willing, but why me?"

"Because no one knows you're messing with me except us."

Shi Cheng slammed the door and rushed away. It was one of the memories he least wanted to remember, one of the memories he most hoped would be forbidden by the Lord God.

"Why do you want to ban the past life memories of the offerings?" Shi Cheng felt that it was too appropriate to use the word "past life" to refer to the world in which he had lived before.

"Offerings are people, and people are animals that like to draw circles. If you don't ban memories, you'll be divided into countless circles based on your origins, ethnicity, birth years, religion, or political beliefs, and you'll fight each other, which is not good for our governance. After all, a blank piece of paper is good for drawing. ”

"It's also good for motivating us, right? In order to regain their memories, everyone will desperately earn points and strive to enter the second order as soon as possible and become an awakened one. ”

"You're right," a teachable look appeared on the agent's face, "and now you have one last chance to ask questions, what do you want to ask?" ”

"The arena management system you just emphasized, does it have a name?"

The agent laughed.

"Of course there is, it's called the Lord God."

The seemingly endless corridor came to an end, and a man in a suit and leather shoes was waiting there, with a dark green elevator door behind him.

"Hello, Comrade Shi Cheng." The old horse enthusiastically stretched out his hand, "We meet again." ”