Zhou Ming walked in the fog.

It was white and silent, I couldn't see anything else, I couldn't hear any other sound, even my own footsteps, breathing, and heartbeat were inaudible.

Where am I?

How did I get here?

What am I going to do?

Zhou Ming didn't know anything.

He just walked aimlessly, wandering blankly on this white mist land, not knowing where he was going or when he was going.

Until a voice suddenly sounded.

"Wake up, boy, get up, it's time to work!"

Zhou Ming opened his eyes and sat up from the hay.

Glancing around a little dazedly, his thinking gradually returned to normal consciousness, and Zhou Ming couldn't help but sigh.

Is it that dream again?

I've been having that strange dream since I crossed over, and it's been more than ten years now, and it's a miracle that I'm not crazy.

Probably because the reality is more cruel.

No, it is precisely because the reality is more cruel that it is even more miraculous that I am not driven crazy by reality.

More than ten years ago, Zhou Ming crossed into this world from the blue star and started a new life as a baby who fell to the ground.

However, the reality is extremely cruel, in this world with a transcendent power system, in addition to humans, intelligent life also includes orcs, stone people, Jiaoren, ink people and other alien people.

Sadly, the Terrans are among the lowest strata, and have been ruled, enslaved, and even used as food by Inhumans since their birth, and they still do so today.

Zhou Ming's parents in this world were both slaves of an orc tribe, and when he was just born, he was immediately branded as a slave.

When he was three years old, his father was slapped to death on the spot because he collided with an orc, and when he was eight years old, his mother became ill from hard work and died, leaving him alone, as a small slave, along with other Terran slaves, to work in this orc tribe.

Up to now, seven years have passed since the achievement of the death of both parents of the traverser, and Zhou Ming has gradually been tormented and numbed by this cruel world, and has long adapted to the environment in which he lives.

Looking around, there are simple huts made of dirt and hay, leaking on all sides, but they can keep out the rain, but only a little. There was some hay on the ground, which was the bed on which he slept.

"Boy, aren't you awake yet? Hurry up, be careful to eat the whip when it's late! ”

As soon as Zhou Ming woke up from his slumber, the people next to him grabbed his clothes and pulled him up, dragging Zhou Ming, who was a little stumbling, out.

Outside the shack, the moon stars are scarce.

As a slave, of course, it is impossible to sleep until the sun is three poles. It is daily to work before dawn and rest when the moon is high.

Of course, slaves have no human rights, not only do they have to do a lot of work every day, eat little and poorly, but they also have to worry every day that they will not be beaten to death by orc masters who look at them unpleasantly, or a hungry orc master who is hungry and hungry and hungry and eaten alive, or captured by a more noble orc master and used as a material for Gu refining.

Gu refining, yes, Gu worms, is the transcendent way of this world.

The creatures of this world, manipulating different Gu worms, can possess a thousand strange and extraordinary powers. The existence of Gu worms that can be used is called a Gu Master, and Gu worm cultivation and refining almost occupy the entire life of a Gu Master.

The gap between a mortal who doesn't have Gu worms and a Gu master who has Gu worms is very huge. Therefore, the orcs enslaved the human race, and the lowest status of the human race among the races was attributed to the simplest reason, the lack of strength.

The slaves wanted to resist, and if they didn't have enough strength, they would seek death. The methods of torture by Gu masters are even more terrifying than the exhaustion of slaves from work, or being eaten directly.

Therefore, this desperate world has made Zhou Ming, who has traveled over for more than ten years, almost forget his life in his previous life, silent in patience, and numb in silence.

It was another day of heavy work, Zhou Ming dragged his tired body back to the shack, left himself still on the hay, and soon fell asleep.

In his sleep, he entered the vast white mist again.

What the hell is this place?

Zhou Ming's head in the dream was not bright, he couldn't think of an answer to this question, and his body seemed to be uncontrollable, just wandering around the land mechanically and blankly.

Day after day, day after day.

But today, this world, which has remained unchanged for more than a decade, has suddenly changed a little.

In the vast white mist, another footstep suddenly sounded, and a looming figure appeared in Zhou Ming's sight.

Zhou Mingmeng stopped, he seemed to wake up suddenly, although he was still in a dream, his head suddenly became bright, and his body seemed to be under his control.

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Seeing the figure in the fog in front of him that seemed to disappear at any time, Zhou Ming did not hesitate and chased after him.

He got closer and closer to that figure, and he saw more and more clearly, although the figure was still unclear, but he clearly saw the movements of that figure, saw a Gu worm in his hand, saw him urging the Gu worm, and a sharp long blade extended out of his hand, and saw him wielding the long blade, his movements were light and smooth, natural, and had an indescribable beauty.

Then, he was woken up again.

But this time he woke up and was different from before, every movement of the figure in the dream was deeply imprinted in his mind, lingering, replaying over and over again, repeating it over and over again.

This made his mind a little dazed, and he wandered from time to time when he worked all day, and he unconsciously wanted to make the action of wielding the long blade of his dreams.

Fortunately, on this day, he finally did not make any mistakes, and spent the day safely, and in the evening, he saw the figure again in his dreams, and saw him again wielding a long blade.

He wanted to get closer, he wanted to get closer, he wanted to see the figure's face, but no matter how hard he ran, the distance between him and the figure was only a little smaller.

The next day, his spirit suddenly became even stronger, and his work movements would be deformed from time to time, and he wanted to fully display the movements of the long blade in his mind.

The other people who worked thought that he was too tired because of his young age, so they took the initiative to help him share the burden, which allowed him to spend another day safely.

In this way, day after day, he watched the figure in his dream dance at night, conscious and spirited, but during the day he became more and more trance-like, and his mind was full of the actions in the dream.

In the eyes of others, his condition is getting worse day by day, and they all think that he is sick and worry about him. Because once a slave is sick, in order to prevent him from infecting other slaves, he will be captured and cleaned, or killed and thrown into the forest, or simply eaten.

The Terran slaves wanted to cover for this fifteen-year-old child, but they were all just slaves, and the heavy work every day would exhaust their energy, so how could they help Zhou Ming completely cover up?

Finally on this day, Zhou Ming's abnormal state was discovered by the orcs who oversaw the work.