"Tribesmen, terror in the mountains, great elephant-faced God, who is watching us!"

"It's time to show our bravery and kill this damned human!"

On the vast suburban plain, Zhao Ziqi calmly listened to the obscure non-human voice coming from ahead, and his fingers caressed the short sword with a rose pattern engraved on the hilt.

In front of him, a group of hilichurls came like a tidal wave. Their unusually small eyes sunk into the bald spherical dome of the ball, slashed at him with their shining swords.

However, Zhao Ziqi didn't seem to even want to give them a hand out of the corner of his eye.

He just stared at the tip of the sword and blew lightly.

There was a drop of blood on the tip of the sword, a remnant of dead hilichurl blood.

The drop of blood slid down the tip of the sword, and with a "click", it dripped onto the grassy land.

"It's so poignant, the blood is like fire, and it's like a lonely ......"

Zhao Ziqi looked at the splashed blood droplets and muttered, and in the next second, the short sword in his hand was like a long rainbow running out!

"Khooth!"

His arm strength was exhausted, but the dagger was still a foot away from the nearest hilichurl, as if it had made a mistake, and struck in the air.

But the strange thing is that the exquisite rose pattern on the hilt of the sword suddenly burned!

Before taking out the sword, Zhao Ziqi wiped a drop of blood on the hilt of the sword, and the blood rolled along the lines, as if the sword was drinking blood, and as if it had triggered a mysterious rune circuit.

At this moment, the exquisite rose pattern is as bright as a torch in a winter night, burning brightly!

Crackling, the flames burned so fiercely that they spread in the blink of an eye.

It didn't seem to be able to threaten the sword's owner, but just lunged at the hideous-looking hilichurls!

"Shhh

Tongues of fire swept in, and the hilichurls fled as birds and beasts, but they could not escape the rapidly spreading fire, and they let out a scream of pain in the flames.

And Zhao Ziqi stood still, indifferent to their pain, and just tapped his temple.

In the field of vision, lines of small red letters appeared.

[Monster Name: Hilichurlhurl]

[Monster introduction: Hilichurls are a short, hairless monstrous race that worships the "horror of the mountains" and the "god of elephants" Shaugonar. They can use swords and other tools just like humans, and have combat power that cannot be underestimated]

[Monster Weakness: Hilichurls are afraid of fire]

[Monster Drop: White Quality Material "Unclean Mask"]

"Luckily, these hilichurls that were killed dropped were all quest items, a total of 5. Plus some collected earlier, it's enough to complete the task. Zhao Ziqi exhaled a breath of turbidity.

He looked at the flames, and suddenly his mind was in a trance for a moment, and he couldn't help but think back to the past.

He has been in this world for many years. This is an era of cultivation for all people, and it seems that everyone has a mysterious power called spiritual power, but the cultivation talent between people is strong and weak.

This is an era of advanced science and technology, artificial intelligence, gene therapy, biochemical modification...... All kinds of technology are more advanced than in his previous life. However, these technologies are monopolized by large conglomerates. The capitalists spend their money and live in steel buildings; The poor, on the other hand, live like rats in the dark lower towns, struggling with their livelihoods on a daily basis.

Outside of the human towns, there are human predators, monsters that covet spiritual power.

Thousands of years ago, they appeared like séances in the Miracle Continent. Monsters have a wonderful trait that when killed, they do not leave bones, but instead drop items with supernatural properties.

The most common of these are materials that can be crafted through alchemy to craft a variety of items, and a little rarer are dropping weapon embryos, casting blueprints, potion recipes, and even extraordinary items.

"Crackle, crackle......"

At this time, the flames were about to run out, Zhao Ziqi wrapped his hands with spiritual power, picked up the "unclean mask" that fell on the ground, and could feel the mysterious power contained in it.

"With the previous collection, there are a total of thirty masks, all alive." Zhao Ziqi counted the items and breathed a sigh of relief.

Two months ago, Zhao Ziqi passed the entrance examination of Sleepless City Junior College and is now a first-year freshman at the school. In addition to teaching cultural courses such as language, mathematics, and history, the school will also release some quests to earn rewards for completing quests by defeating monsters.

"This time, if you complete the task of 'Collecting Thirty Unclean Masks', you will probably be able to earn 100 Miracle Coins." Zhao Ziqi muttered.

Now he is very short of money.

……

After submitting the task, Zhao Ziqi took the subway back to his home on Riverside Street.

Riverbank Street is located opposite the most prosperous area of the city that never sleeps.

Every time you look into the distance from the floor-to-ceiling windows of your home, you can see rows of skyscrapers, neon lights day and night, and airships with advertisements posted on the side of the cabin...... The whole town is full of cyberpunk style.

It is the most prosperous area of the city that never sleeps, the thirteen districts, as the name is full of force, every inch of land.

Here, Riverside Street, part of the Lower Sleeps Quarter, is famous for its hideaways, with geisha soliciting guests in their houses on the street and underground boxing rings hiding under buildings that have fallen into disrepair.

Some people say that in Riverside Street, the price of a house of about 100 square meters is not as good as the price of a toilet in the 13th district.

Zhao Ziqi didn't know if it was true or not. But he has nothing to complain about, he has traveled to this world to usher in a second life, and his parents died in his early years, leaving behind a house and an education fund sufficient for him to study at a senior college, which is already a good start.

At least not in the dilapidated stacked building area like in Ready Player One.

Walking through the smoke-filled streets and piles of rubbish, the dilapidated buildings that rise up in front of you are the ones you live in. Zhao Ziqi took the old elevator to the floor, walked to the front of the house and looked at the camera, and the electronic door automatically opened after being recognized by the iris.

"The iris verification was successful. Welcome home, hosts. ”

As Zhao Ziqi walked into the house, the lights in the house flickered and lit up automatically, and a rusty, copper-textured mechanical puppet slid up on the track, took the short sword and coat from his hand, and accurately poured tea into the porcelain cup and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

"You have two emails waiting to be checked."

Zhao Ziqi turned on the computer, and sure enough, there were two unread emails in the mailbox, one of which was from the junior college, and the school sent the transcript of the entrance exam.

Among them, language, 60 points; Mathematics, 60 points; History, 60 points; C language, 60 points; Revision, 60 points......

If there is only 60 points in one subject, it is a coincidence, and it is considered lucky.

But the doors are all 60 points, and each door is just stepping on the line to pass, which is a bit peculiar.

In fact, the secretary of the college also checked to see if there was a problem with the system.

But after repeated checks, nothing unusual was found, and the college secretary could no longer find a reason to continue withholding the transcript - two months have passed since the entrance exam.

The second letter is even stranger.

The letter was signed "Black Market Doctor" and the title was "Countdown to Death".

There was nothing else in the email, just a picture, a picture of a black hourglass falling slowly.

Below the picture, there is also a row of bright red small characters:

"You're still ...... away from death"

"100 days."