Fortunately, the slave owner couldn't look down on the thin little body of Gen No. 3 at a glance, but told him: "Little thing, if you don't want to die, go out and fight, instead of waiting here for death, it's better to go out of the city." ”

The slave owner's seemingly cruel words were like a knife that pierced the darkness in front of his eyes.

He thanked him in broken language for the reminder, bowed to him, and walked towards the gate without looking back.

"Little tramp, are you going out of town alone?" The guards of the city gate stopped him.

"Hmm!" He nodded heavily.

"Are you sure? It's not such a good place to stay outside the city, and monsters can appear at any time! Another guard asked.

"Sure, it's death inside and out, I'd rather die in battle than die in the city!" He said as he stared at the two guards with a determined look.

"Good! Be ambitious! A bearded man who looked like the captain of the guard heard this and walked towards him with a look of appreciation.

"Take it! This short sword will be given to you, and if you can come back alive, you can come to me. The burly bearded man said, and threw him an iron sword about forty centimeters long.

"Thank you!"

That day was the day when Gen No. 3 came to another world and struggled the most.

After crossing the moat, outside the city was a strange world to him.

He didn't know the direction, and he didn't know where the danger awaited him.

Across the fields and farmlands, he walked into a wood, no, a wilderness jungle.

As soon as he entered, he instinctively became vigilant and began to take steps and be cautious.

Based on the characteristics of the vegetation, Gen No. 3 has a rough guess about this jungle; The plants are lush, trees, shrubs, vines are green, and the leaves are broad-leaved, which is a tropical and subtropical plant species.

Coupled with the temperature, he was very sure in his heart, not to mention the demonic beasts in their mouths, there were definitely not a few ordinary poisonous insects and beasts, and they were all deadly.

"Whew!"

A dark shadow sprang up from beneath the layer of dirt he passed, quickly pressing towards his left.

Saying that it was too late, he leaped backwards, narrowly avoiding the attack.

"Ziziqua!"

"Damn, is this world so perverted?" He thought to himself.

Vigilantly looking at the terrifying creature in front of you, it was a giant centipede that had only been seen in encyclopedias and on television.

I'm scared! Flinched! Trembling! - This is the true mentality of the root number three.

Standing in place, he didn't dare to move, he didn't even dare to swallow his saliva hard, and a chill began to rise all over his body, but sweat was still on his forehead.

Holding the hilt of the short sword given to him by the captain of the guard, he didn't dare to pull it out, for fear that the slightest sound would irritate the other party, and even more worried that the reflection of the metal would expose my movements.

"Run! No, be calm, I can't run, it's going to attack, no, I don't move it's not going to attack, wrong, it's going to attack! One thought after another came to his mind.

It moved, really did, and it was snapping towards him.

At the moment of its attack, Gen No. 3 miraculously predicted its attack, reflexively caught its attack with its scabbard, drew its short sword, struck close to its abdomen, stabbed its joints with a sword, and then disemboweled it like a bamboo.

"Tsk!"

The seemingly fierce and terrifying giant centipede completely died under his sword.

"Huhuhu-" He was so excited that he breathed violently, and he didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.

Nervousness, fear, and excitement are definitely there.

I didn't know what to do with such a big centipede, so Gen No. 3 cleverly chose to cut off its head and leave the others alone.

He was worried that if he was too greedy, he would easily attract other poisonous insects and beasts, and he would definitely not be able to run away with one person.

But even if he was holding a big centipede head, it was still dangerous, but fortunately, he remembered that the people in the city had discussed at this moment: the monster spar is the most valuable thing, and I heard that it is normal to be in the head.

He didn't dare to dislike the smell of the centipede's head, or it was poisonous, so he looked around vigilantly while quickly pulling out the flesh and blood in the centipede's head.

Finally, he found a green glass bead the size of a pigeon's egg in the middle, and he didn't care about anything else, so he tore a rag from his torn clothes, wrapped it and tied it to his arm, and ran towards the city gate.

But after a few steps, he turned back.

Because it was already dark, there was no way to enter the city at this time, so I could only hurry to find a place to hide and wait until it was safe to spend tonight.

The night in the jungle is even more terrifying, and he is still very clear about this root number three, even if he is lucky enough to hide well, he can't hide from the perverted predatory talent of poisonous insects and beasts.

After thinking about it, he still didn't have a safe place to hide.

When his gaze touched the giant centipede he had slain, a bold and crazy thought crossed his mind.

"Grass, support the bold and starve to death, Lao Tzu will go into the centipede hole to hide for one night!"

He whispered a word of encouragement to himself, and then summoned all the courage of his body to burrow into the hole where the giant centipede had come out.

I don't know if it's his luck, or if it's a secret arrangement, or maybe it's the reason for my current state of will.

The cave of the giant centipede is very long, leading to a small cave, and this is still a single centipede, there are no other centipedes in the cave, and the root number three, which was originally intended to fight hard, is looking forward to a loneliness.

The cavern was cold, damp, and pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers—no, you couldn't see them, but a green light was shining through the three arms.

He saw that the green light was coming from the magic crystal, and in curiosity, he took it out of the rag, and suddenly his eyes became a green light, illuminating the small hole.

"Oops!"

Gen No. 3 was startled by the sudden sight in the cave.

The corners of the hundred-square-square-meter cavern were littered with pieces of white bones and other debris.

After seeing it clearly, he was not afraid, and decisively piled all these things into the hole.

I don't know if it's because the white bones he's cleaned up are too loud, or if the soil hole itself is not solid.

Anyway, I never expected that as soon as he plugged the entrance of the cave, the roof of the cave collapsed completely, and he was buried on the spot.

"The cycle of retribution in heaven is not happy, I killed someone, and I actually wanted to occupy someone's nest, and now I am buried by someone's nest, it's really not ambiguous at all!"

He was quietly buried in the earth, thinking calmly.

Now Gen No. 3 has no strength to move, he hasn't eaten for a few days, and with the addition of fighting and filling holes, he has long since lost the spare strength to struggle again.

"Forget it, if you want to die, die! Master just wants to sleep well now, and if he can still live, he will think about how to escape! ”

Thinking of him, he fell into a deep sleep.

And this sleep buried by the soil is the most solid and restful sleep he has slept in since he came here for more than a month.

Habitually stretched a lazy waist, directly stretched his hand out of the soil, and suddenly felt a cold arm, and then realized that he was still buried in the soil.

Drilling out of the buried soil layer, it was found that there was also a hole on it, and it was a bigger hole.

This cave is not a simple hole, but a tomb.

The burial chamber had been lit up since the appearance of Gen Number Three, and the glowing crystals on the walls and torches gave him plenty of light.

He saw the stone wall, and the surrounding carved murals, the age of the murals is still a little old, the record is a person's life, from the murals can be seen that the identity of the owner of the tomb is not simple, is an elf royal family.

He walked to a coffin and stopped, there was a stone tablet here, he didn't recognize a word of the text on it, but he easily understood the meaning of it, very interesting logic.

Without reading too much, I started looking for an exit instead.

Obviously, the idea of root number three is too naïve, and the location of the exit is simply not found.

In desperation, Gen No. 3 could only carefully observe every corner of the tomb, looking for a mechanism that could open the exit.

"If it weren't for the lack of food, this place would be a good refuge for me to stay for the rest of my life."

He sighed as he picked up a book on the bookshelf in the burial chamber.

When he opened this book, Gen No. 3 ridiculously found that it was actually a notebook, a study note of the tomb owner during his lifetime.

The text on it was elven, but he understood it, and he understood it easily.

I couldn't think of a reason, so I didn't continue to dig deeper, but started reading; Before he knew it, he had learned Elven script, and he could even pronounce it.

After reading this book, Gen Hao forgot about his hunger, and then picked up other books to read, gradually immersed in the joy of reading, and completely forgot his situation.

"There really is magic in this world!" He muttered to himself in astonishment.

Then I read it one by one, and everything else was ignored.

What supports the move of Gen No. 3 is the fear and exploration of the unknown world, as well as the pursuit of strength to survive in this world.

Because he doesn't want to be weak, and he doesn't want to die.

And this is precisely a rare opportunity for him to understand the world and improve his strength!

After reading thousands of books throughout the tomb, I still don't feel like it's enjoyable.

So he walked towards the coffin again.

"What you can see is not a good thing, the real treasure should be lying in you!"

Gen No. 3 stood in front of the coffin and said irreverently to it.

"Yes or no, we'll find out in a moment!"

He mustered up the courage to pick up a spear that lay out in the burial chamber, plunged it into the gap in the lid, and pried it open with all his might.