Qi Fangwei rarely appeared absent-minded, he sat on the desk, took out his notebook to record educational matters, turned out new pages one by one, and wrote all the people he remembered now.

The pen danced wildly on the paper, and Qi Fang used his mental power to count 134888, of which 53543 were dead, 53866 had no combat ability, and 15384 had no combat ability......

Qi Fangwei crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the black hole trash can.

He thought about it and felt that among the people he knew, there should be no one who had the ability and courage to dare to break into [No. 1 Black Hole].

Thinking of this, he was suddenly stunned - what if that person had extraordinary courage even though he was not capable?

Qi Fang stood up slightly.

Fu Zheng!

……

The Sword Bearer Academy on the other side -

Fu Zai read according to the textbook with an expressionless face: "As a sword master, you must treat the sword as your own life, and the sword will be broken. Therefore, it is not too much to take good care of your sword and wipe it more than a hundred times a day. ”

All the students in the classroom looked wincing, they were all frightened by yesterday's incident.

In the college competition yesterday morning, Du He won a top three at the cost of a broken sword, and was severely educated by Fu Zheng, and now he is still lying in the ICU for rescue, and it is said that he seems to be demoted again, and he will directly become a freshman after this downgrade.

Alas, there is no calamity.

"Concentrate a little, and everyone will deduct one credit." Fu Zai said coldly.

Everyone: (*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ) Teacher, stop, this semester has a negative number of credits!

……

The bell rang for the end of class, Fu Zai put the microcosm courseware monitor in the lectern cabinet, and then returned to the headquarters of the Sword Masters Association to take the task without looking back.

"Senior Fu, are you here to take over the task?" A tall, lanky, handsome young man stared intently at the taskbar.

He is a rising star in the association recently, and his name is Shen Fu.

That's right, he was the same young man who had bought the former president's black sword with two jade pendants and a permanent IOU. With that black sword and calm brain, he ranked in the top ten of the rookie list.

It is said that he took on tasks as if he was crazy every month, and all the bounties he earned were handed over to the association, and sometimes he even paid backwards.

Fu Zao didn't have a deep impression of him, after all, this person was the same as him, either at work or on the way to work, except for being able to meet him by chance in the mission hall.

Fu Zai hummed, then clicked on the red icon that had just appeared.

Ultra-high-risk mission - [Kill the missing town-level mutant creatures in the Northwest Frontier]

Seeing the icon slowly change color, he didn't hesitate to step out and summon his small wooden sword, and then Edgeworth flew in a northwesterly direction.

A few hours later –

Monsoon returned to his office with a haggard face, the meeting of the leader of the Anomalous Ones had been going on for seven hours today, and it was all nonsense.

He irritably took out a piece of candy from the drawer, tore the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth, then turned on the smart screen and continued to write a work report.

Assistant: [President, the ultra-high-risk mission that I just hung up last night has been accepted. 】

Monsoon: [Is there really someone to pick it up?] That's just to make an example for the Alliance, why did you really let people pick it up? 】

Assistant: [(weak heart) I only put it on for a second and the task was robbed.] 】

Monsoon rubbed his temples and replied: [This task is so difficult, the person who picked it up should have just clicked it unintentionally, it's fine. 】

Assistant: [But...... The person who took on this task was Mr. Fu. 】

Monsoon's eyes widened, his face was terrified, and the sugar in his mouth was chewed with a "boom".

Fu Zheng? He went to the Northwest?!! Is that still there?

Monsoon: [Locate him and signal him to come back!] 】

Assistant: [The team is already working on it, but he reached the northwest an hour ago, and is now making his way to the forbidden land, and we have lost contact with him.] 】

Monsoon scolded and sent a message: [Call a few powerful people to find someone with me!] 】

Assistant: [Roger!] 】

……

On the other side, Fu Zheng was struggling to fight against three fat bears with extremely ugly looks and huge bloated bodies.

The quest hint he got was that there was only one, but when he got here, two more of the same one suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Although this kind of similar error often occurs, there are two more town-level monsters, and Rao is Fu Zheng can't afford it.

Taking advantage of the fact that the three bears were blocked by the broken sand and gravel, Fu Zai used a burst technique to blow the three bears into bloody flesh and blood.

After seeing that the three bears had no combat effectiveness, Fu Zheng's tense spirit suddenly relaxed.

With the rapid rebound of his spiritual power, he really didn't have the strength to control the flying sword well, and he fell directly from the 100-meter college entrance examination.

"Bang!"

Fu Zheng fell heavily to the ground.

It hurts, it hurts, and my body is about to fall apart. Fu Zai didn't have the strength to stand up or repair his broken right leg bone.

The pain in his body made him tremble, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to cry.

After living alone for so long, without anyone to talk to, is it really worth sacrificing one's life for the sake of those mediocre human beings?

Fu Zai thought: It's worth a ghost!

A tear slipped from the corner of his closed eye.

He has always considered himself a very strong person, even when he was stabbed by one of the most concerned students the previous year, he behaved calmly. Just lightly pulled out the knife and inserted it again into the same place as that student.

He has been betrayed so many times, there are students, partners, younger brothers, and homeless people who occasionally help him on the road.

But he didn't feel any special anger or sadness at the moment of being betrayed, he just felt that he was too stupid, and he still didn't have a long memory of being deceived so many times.

Now, he felt the rapid passage of his life, and felt that death seemed to be approaching, and he felt that he had not been wronged a little.

Why is kindness all treated as donkey liver and lungs, and why do the strong have to help the weak? Why do you see that he is so good at bullying vegetable sellers that they have to pit him for hundreds of dollars?

All the grievances came to Fu Zai's mind.

The tears could not be stopped, and the wind and sand blew by, staining the tears on the face into turbidity.

Fu Zai suddenly remembered one thing that he had forgotten - why didn't Brother Qi come back?

A powerful unwillingness swept through his brain, and the feeling became stronger and stronger, and he actually opened his eyes and stood up tremblingly with the black sword.

Why hasn't Qi Fangwei come back yet?

Why hasn't Qi Fangwei come back yet?

Why hasn't he come back?

Fu Zai choked and headed towards the [No. 1 Black Hole].

Why did I forget him?

Why didn't they mention it to me?

Why? Why?

Bare, pitch-black stones are exposed in the wind and sand.

The wind of grief howls in the shattered stone forest.

A young man in ragged clothes walked with tears in his eyes towards the dark hole.