Li Yangyu turned over on the bed, and the sunlight sprinkled on his simple quilt from the window, which had two patches on it, and the strange color was very abrupt.

"Ilor! Ilore! Li Yangyu! ”

Half-asleep, he heard someone yelling, and suddenly it changed to his name, and the loud noise upset him.

"What is it.... What do you do when you don't sleep in the middle of the night? ”

Li Yangyu thought in his heart, then opened his eyes and looked at the window at the head of the bed.

Where it should have been a window there was no window, but a fragment of a mirror that reflected a stranger.

He rose from his bed, visibly startled by the figure in the mirror.

In the mirror is a thin young man with black hair, brown eyes, and loose pajamas with a few patches on them.

"Who?!" Li Yangyu screamed and fell off the bed, he looked around and suddenly realized that this was not his home.

"What is this place?" He muttered.

"Wait.... Who am I? Am Iloror Camille? No, I'm Li Yangyu! What? What the hell is this..."

Li Yangyu, now Ilor, fell into a chaotic memory.....

After about five or six minutes, a crow's cry outside the window interrupted his thoughts, and Ilore muttered again: "I am Li Yangyu, and I am also Ilore!" I crossed over! ”

"Killed by a rat bite.... It's an outrageous way to cross... But it's good, both parents are dead, no sister has a house, I deserve to cross....

"Well, this is my home....."

He looked around again, and there was only a bed and futon in the house, a small box, a wardrobe, a table, and a few broken plates on the table, all that could be seen at the moment.

"It's not an exaggeration to describe it as a house with four walls..."

He smiled wryly and began to sort out the information in his head, and the sound of the white water meter unique to the lower level was ticking.

The memory in my head continued, "I'm Ilol Kamil. At 21 years old, this is the lower suburb of Olyton Mobile City. ”

Ilore looked out the window on the other side, and the buildings across the street were mottled with marks.

"The inner city, the upper district, the transition zone, and then the lower zone... It's miserable.... There's at least a slum down there, which is really a standard Western fantasy start..."

"It's a... The world of steam? Weird technology and adventures...", he sneered.

"Today is Friday, tomorrow will have a rare day off, and I am a steam science teacher at Olyton University, so it should be a good day in the lower area.... Eh, then why am I so poor? ”

He looked at the newly unearthed utensils in his home and couldn't help but wonder.

"No, I seem to have forgotten something? Right! I ran out of water this morning and forgot to turn it off, it's midnight...."

Thinking of this, Ilor's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and instantly appeared at the white water exit, and turned the switch on forcefully.

He suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground, and the world in his eyes was spinning.

"Crossing the golden finger that comes with it? Vomit..."

Ilore discovers a new ability, but is not particularly happy about it, the side effects of this teleportation ability are too great.

If it were a real battle, the enemy would have been able to kill him several times in a few seconds....

Ilorore didn't think much about it, and his years of reading online texts made him feel that there was still a lot of room for development in this ability.

His mind moved, staring out the window in the direction of his second teleportation.

Ilore's figure disappeared from the house, and at the same time appeared outside the window, but outside the window was not solid ground, only a cold wind.

"Wait, this is the top floor!"

Ilore forgot where he was, and the fusion of memories dulled his brain.

Holding back his dizziness, he teleported back into the house, where the solid floor allowed him to lie down and retch.

Then he began to test his teleportation ability several times, and he could only say that it was painful and happy.

The continuous teleportation made him uncomfortable, and as he slowly adjusted his condition, Ilore thought about the role of his new abilities.

"You can go through the wall, it's still instantaneous, but it's only two or three meters away, and the side effects.... Intense dizziness for about 3 seconds... It's not very easy to use...."

He looked at another wall, the one where the window was and he didn't want to look at it anymore, floating high in the air was not a good memory.

On the wall is a brass-colored meter with a string of numbers on it.

0.9 omi and 2 pence, Ilorore didn't feel anything at first, but the memories that came back to his mind didn't make him underestimate the number.

"1 Omily is 32 pence, isn't that only 30 pence..... Wait, I'm only 24 pence a month of teaching, it's over..."

Ilore looked desperately at the empty home, as if he understood why he was so is.

"So my memory has always been so bad... No wonder I can't save money..."

Irore accepted that he was going to be a pauper, and turned his gaze to the box under the solid wood table.

The plain chest had a long, sunken line on each side of the front, and most of the silver paint on the long line had fallen off.

"I remember I thought I had it in there.... Huh? What is it? Wait, I don't have this box in my memory! ”

Ilore suddenly noticed that the box appeared so suddenly.

As he spoke, he walked over and opened the wooden box, looking at the contents inside.

Inside the chest was a bow and several purple arrows in a quiver, both of which were carved with some simple patterns.

The rest also had a large animal skin backpack, the exact fur of which animal was unidentifiable.

At the bottom of the box was a black cloth that looked like a robe, the fabric was new and looked very expensive.

Then there was some money, 1 omi and 6 pence in cash, and a deed of ownership of the house.

The minimum denomination of Olyton City's currency is 2 pence, and I don't know what those managers think.

This also makes it difficult to pay for the full amount of water bills, and many people in the lower levels generally receive more water to prevent a few pennies a day from being wasted.

But the outrageous thing is that if the water bill is not paid on the same day, there will be physical damage to the inside of the outlet, and the matter is not a matter of these pennies.

"The meter is the most vicious and disgusting invention in the world! Not one of them! ”

A university teacher said after taking the deposit and paying the fee.

Back at the front of the chest, Ilore took out his bow with both hands and examined it carefully.

The bow was heavy, with some peculiar patterns on it, or possibly some kind of writing, and it looked like a hunting bow.

There are two small openings on the back of the bow, which seem to fit something on it.

"Hunting the bow? I don't seem to have any memories of my hunting in my head, but this memory is a little incomplete..."

Ilore was puzzled, as if many of his memories were mutilated, as if they had been artificially deleted, and placed his bow on the wooden table beside him.

He pulled out his arrows and backpack one after another, but found no additional information.

It is worth mentioning that there are some tools in the backpack that look practical, but they are also just gadgets.

Ilore turned to the black robe at the bottom of the box, as if no one had ever worn it.

The moonlight outside the window shone on its black fabric, making it glow silver.

He picked up his robe, looked left and right, and gestured twice against himself in the mirror.

"Just the right size." He half-jokingly.

On the front of the black robe is a delicate round shield-shaped coat of arms, firmly sewn to it with white silk, and on the coat of arms is a bright moon that shines with a holy light on the steepled church.

There is nothing special about it.

There was no trace of these things in Ilore's memory, and they were here on their own for no apparent reason.

"It can't be a bow, an arrow, a backpack or something with long legs, right? It can't be that rag anyway! ”

He thought it was funny and angry, the original owner not only did not leave him any precious finances, but left a pile of useless rags... At least for him it was rags for now.

Worst of all, he even kept six pence for himself, and he had no choice but to spend the omega on the bill.

Just as Irol was about to put the clutter back into the box, he suddenly saw a circular groove at the bottom of the box, and an even smaller round hole in the center of the circle.

Irol then put down what he was holding, and the shape seemed familiar.

"I've got to get something in," he thought.

Then he picked up the black robe and pressed the shield-shaped badge into the depression with his backhand.

The bottom of the crate was centered on the depression, and it slid along the long line on the wall of the crate, revealing the true bottom of the crate, and a puff of white smoke came out.

It was an arrow, purple like the others, but with more patterns carved on it, and the silver arrow also gave off a faint glow.

"It's exactly like the Holy Arrow in the game..."

As she spoke, Ilore inserted the so-called holy arrow into her quiver.

He was so skillful at thrusting the arrow, as if he had practiced it dozens of times, but Iloror himself did not notice the gap in his memory.

After thoroughly studying the mystery of the box, Ilor solemnly and carefully placed the items that he looked high in value after re-examining them, and slowly closed the lid.

He walked back to the closet, where there were only a few sets of clothes, and there was nothing to be surprised about.

Outside the window, the night was darker, the crows stopped crowing, and everything was silent.

The night in the lower level is always like this, and the silence is palpitating.

"Why do I have all these weird things in my house.... Yawn..."Ilore realized that the night was already deep.

"Let's go to bed first... I'll study these things tomorrow..."The physical fatigue overshadowed the excitement in his heart.

So Irol dragged her tired body to the bed.

"Let's sleep while I think about it, I'm definitely not just sleepy," he comforted himself.

........

It was late at night, and Irol was already asleep in bed.

A fat mouse came out from under his bed, glanced at Ilore on the bed, and then disappeared into the room in an instant....

"Who cares about a mouse?"